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Room 205 of Xiyang City No. 1 Detention Center

Wang Ying was a little tired, helpless, apprehensive, mixed with panic, and the thumb-like shackles were wrapping his feet heavily at the moment, which was the only difference between him and other inmates in the cell, this was the "treatment" of death row prisoners. Huddled in the corner, too lazy to move, in a trance.

Wang Ying, 22 years old, drug trafficking, death penalty, review completed, pending execution.

There was a white-haired old man in a green prison uniform in the cell, staring intently at Wang Ying in the corner. The old man is an "old man" in the cell, and he has been locked up for more than a year, and before he came in, he was the deputy head of the next district, and he was guilty of embezzlement. High blood pressure carries diabetes, so I wear a different color hospital gown from everyone else.

Directly opposite Wang Ying sat a young man of about the same age, although he was sitting, he could clearly see that he was not tall, and the little one was reading the novel in his hand with great interest at this time, and his eyes glanced at Wang Ying from time to time. Song Xiang, theft. It is said that he stole a woman's underwear and came in, and was ridiculed by his fellow inmates when he came in.

"District Chief Gao, help me get a glass of water, thank you!" Wang Ying squinted her eyes, pointed her finger to the place where she had placed the cup, and her voice was soft.

The old man in the hospital gown hurriedly stood up and immediately brought a glass of water. "A-Ying, give!"

The old man's surname is Gao, his name is Zhenhua, and the meaning of revitalizing China is true.

Gao Zhenhua is also full of gratitude and sympathy for Wang Ying, this child in his twenties, when he first came in, he gave himself meticulous care, the huge life gap made Gao Zhenhua have no hope in life, but Wang Ying's intelligence, sincerity, enthusiasm and optimism gradually infected him who had a closed heart. This unruly but talented drug dealer is even impressed by him who has seen the world. He once thought that if he had met Wang Ying a few years earlier, he might have asked him to be his secretary, and Wang Ying's future achievements would not even be able to guess the limit, the municipal party committee? Provincial? Maybe?

But in the past few days, Wang Ying's actions have made Gao Zhenhua feel very uncomfortable, during this time he has become more and more decadent, and he has long lost the energetic shadow before, yes! Such an outstanding young man in front of him is counting down his life every day, tomorrow? Day after tomorrow? For Wang Ying, who has been detained for a year and a half, the remaining days can really be counted on both hands.

"A Ying ......" Gao Zhenhua wanted to speak and stopped, he had lived for most of his life, and he didn't know what to say at the moment.

Wang Ying raised her eyelids, then stretched, revealing a trademark smile, with peugeot features, handsome and feminine, but full of tiredness in her smile.

"District Chief, I'm fine, I won't think about it, I'll stand and wait until that day comes." Wang Ying is very clear about the crimes she has committed.

Wang Ying is actually the boss of a drug cartel. At the age of 20, he began to control seventy percent of the drug trade in Xiyang City.

I never mentioned it, and the people in the cell, including Gao Zhenhua, probably knew that he had sold several kilograms of drugs.

"If only you could think like that!" Gao Zhenhua took a plastic bench and sat next to Wang Ying, "Little San, bring the poker!" With a call, a tall man trotted over with a plastic bench and a poker. The man has a tattoo all over his body, and he can't find a clean piece of skin on his entire upper body, and his chest is a huge reptile, not like a dragon, not like a snake, a bit like a lizard, with a hideous face, very terrifying. There is a huge statue of Guan Gong tattooed on the back, and on the two arms are two small dolls like ginseng fruits. Shi Xiaosan, the crime of picking quarrels and provoking trouble. Mixed social hooligans.

"Song Xiang, three are missing one!" Song Xiang put down the novel in his hand and surrounded him. "A-Ying, play poker, time flies!" Gao Zhenhua patted Wang Ying's back. Wang Ying answered, and also played poker.

"Squeak! Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang Bang!!" A screeching sound of metal crashing. Then the thick iron door of the cell slowly opened, and a middle-aged man in a police uniform walked in, and the people in the cell immediately stood in a neat row. Wang Ying stood at the head of the line.

What came in was Wu Discipline, the Discipline of Cell 205. His face was dark, his eyes were red, his eyes swept around, and he said:

"In the past few days, I have also been observing the hygiene and discipline in the cell, and I have made great progress. I hope you all keep it up. It's a cliché for me to say that everyone serving a prison sentence here is a low point in life, and I hope you all help each other. Don't create a contradiction at the slightest problem! I won't look at you with colored eyes, and I will definitely help you if I can! ”

The cell erupted in thunderous applause.

"However, you can't challenge my bottom line, the prison has the rules of the prison cell, and I have done it well!!"

"Yes!!" The voice is loud and far-reaching.

Wu Guanjiao's last gaze moved to Wang Ying, who was at the head of the row, and he had a lot of feelings for this young man who was as old as his own child.

"Wang Ying! One step ahead! ”

"Yes!" I saw Wang Ying take a step forward with great momentum.

Wu Guanjiao took out a pair of shiny handcuffs from his trouser pocket, and Wang Ying also cooperated to meet him.

"Go and meet your ...... Loved ones! After saying the last few words with great difficulty, Wu Guanjiao's eyes began to redden.

The people in the cell immediately understood, this, this is going to the execution ground!

Gao Zhenhua's tears were already dazzling, and he hugged Wang Ying tightly from behind, tears flowing, and he was reluctant to give up.

But what can be done, the great mistake has been made, and it must be judged by the law.

"District Chief, it's okay, it's okay! It's really okay, I deserve it, thank you Wu for discipline. The only thing I care about is my grandmother, go out to help me take care of it, thank you in the next life! Saying that, Wang Ying was about to kneel on the ground, but Wu Guanjiao and Gao Zhenhua helped him.

Wang Ying stood up and didn't look inside, and walked straight to the outside of the cell, his shackles dragging the ground and letting out a low mournful sound.

As soon as he left the door of the cell, two heavily armed special police officers surrounded him, ready to take Wang Ying away! Wu entered the office and did not come out again.

"Maybe that's all for this life!" Wang Ying felt that her head began to replay her life path in the past 22 years, the days when she depended on her grandmother, and the happy times with her girlfriend. The passage in the cell has not been walked for a long time, but it seems so long, the more you go out, the more people stand, wearing suits, police uniforms, special police, armed police, there are dozens of people standing at the gate.

His legs began to weaken, and he almost knelt on the ground, his face was blue and red.

Am I really going to die? Yang Tian sighed. The sound wandered through the empty passage, echoing in bursts of desolation.