"Be quiet!"

A prisoner dressed in iron and pounding on the bars of his cell with a baton in his hand.

The entire prison was dark and damp, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

"Officer, didn't you have a supper tonight?"

"Let's eat rats!"

"Where this kind of bird doesn't lay eggs, the rats have already been eaten by us, okay?"

The prisoners said unhappily, followed by another sound of punching and kicking in the cell.

Tied to the bed with a scrawny man, his body twisted by the beating of four prisoners, and a face that could no longer be seen what it looked like.

"Number 311, come out, go to the confinement room. ”

The prisoner glanced at the abuser and said coldly that he was just passing by by accident.

Everything that happened in the cell had nothing to do with him, as long as the brutes didn't cause trouble to the captivity, didn't cause him problems, and then it didn't matter to him what they ate dog.

"Why, why am I going to that kind of hell place?!" the abuser yelled in displeasure, and he rushed over and hit the bars directly, banging his head on it.

"I'm upset to see you today. ”

That's the reason, the prisoner sneered, and the nearby cell suddenly opened up.

"Calm down Lao Tzu, do you also want to go to the confinement room, do you want me to arrange a psychiatrist for you?!"

"No kidding, you can't come back where you go, do you want that madman in that confinement to dissect me?!"

The abuser looked at the prisoner sweating profusely with a terror in his eyes.

The confinement room here is not a place for them to repent, everyone knows that after entering, they will definitely not be able to get out, and this prisoner obviously wants to send him to death.

"Does it have anything to do with me, now I'm going to accuse you of beating up the other prisoners, now come to the door for me, and follow me to the confinement cell!"

The prisoner withdrew his baton, re-extended a stun baton, and pressed it directly on the opponent's body.

"Bastard, is that all you have to do?!" After the torturer was electrocuted, not only did he not faint, but he became even more insane.

He directly reached out and grabbed the prisoner's neck, and the muscles of his arm swelled, as if he wanted to pinch the neck of the place.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!"

"You will go to hell with Lao Tzu!"

The batter's eyes were red, and he used all his strength to break the neck of the prisoner in front of him.

"Heh, brutes are brutes, it's really stupid, you have one more charge now, attack the police, and obediently accept the reform. ”

The prisoner sneered, then took out the tranquilizer gun from his waist, and then pulled the trigger on the prisoner's neck.

The abusive prisoner's eyes widened, and he finally lost control of his body and fell to the ground.

"I deliberately adjusted the dose, general anesthesia, except for your brain, of course, you can't speak, after going to the confinement room, I will arrange a bed for you and a psychiatrist. ”

The prisoner crouched on the ground and looked indifferently at the fallen prisoner.

There were other sounds in the cell, and there was a boo from the prisoners around them, and it was disappointing that they could not see the scene of the prisoner being killed.

The prisoner glanced inside the cell, excluding the abuser who was going to the confinement cell, and three others, one in bed, who had been abused unconscious, with a lot of blood on the bed, and his right arm missing, and then the other two crouched in the corner and didn't know what they were doing.

Wait, where did the abused prisoner's right arm go? The prisoner remembered that this guy was able-bodied, and it only became like this after spending half a month in this cell, and this guy was originally quite strong, but unfortunately he got into trouble with someone he shouldn't have messed with before.

"Where's his right hand?"

The prisoner asked lightly, took out his notebook, took out a pen, and began to record.

The two prisoners in the corner turned their heads, their hair was messy and greasy, and their long hair blocked their faces, making it impossible to see their faces.

"Ate ......," one replied in a stated tone.

The prisoner nodded, recorded the incident, and asked, "Why?"

"The prison doesn't give supper. ”

"Hmm...... I remember your numbers were 457 and 781, so those two cannibals were you, wouldn't it be nice if all of you beasts died?"

After speaking, the prisoner took out the magnetic card on his body, opened the cell door, and then carried the guy lying on the ground.

"Brutes, give me peace, I'm going to be promoted recently, if my evaluation is affected because of you, just go to the confinement room one by one like this guy, the psychiatrist is available at any time. ”

After the prisoner finished speaking, he closed the cell door and carried the anesthetized prisoner to the confinement cell.

There are not no prisoners here who can confront the prisoners, but they are certainly not in this area, under normal circumstances, the prisoners have the greatest right to speak, and they can also decide their life and death, of course, provided that they have no value at all.

The confinement chamber is in the deepest part of the first floor of the prison, a total of twelve rooms, where there are lights, but no windows, there are beds, but surgical beds, and a psychiatrist is in charge of it.

The people who are imprisoned are under observation and will be treated by a psychiatrist, but they will inevitably need some minor surgery.

The prisoners here have no human rights, only the valuable or the worthless, the valuable can live, the worthless are the garbage, and the prisoners can decide their life and death.

The number of prisoners killed each year is 1:10 per year.

"Dr. Wood, I've brought you a new patient. ”

Dr. Wood was a balding, middle-aged black man wearing a bloody surgical gown with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Mr. Officer, I just so don't have a guinea pig. Dr. Wood was delighted, and looked at the prisoner on the ground with a perverted smile.

The prisoner nodded, and left the cell with a blank face.

"Another animal died...... the prisoner stood outside the door, lighting a cigarette.

The dimly lit hallway was silent, and the smell of disinfectant in the air was a stench of blood.

Dr. Wood loves to play with the internal organs of prisoners, especially the duodenum, so the trash cans here are the smelliest of all.

"Huh?"

The prisoner's eyes widened, and in the darkness, a little silver light flashed, and when he thought it was an illusion, a dazzle, his vision became blurred.

"Ahem!" the prisoner spat out a mouthful of black blood, his feet went limp, and he fell to his knees.

He looked up desperately, and the face of a dark-haired man appeared in his eyes, with long lips, as if to say something.

The prisoner had learned lip language, even if he could read what the other person was saying.

"I'm sorry, but I'd better let you die. ”

(End of chapter)