Whether it is a men's prison or a women's prison, it is a good business that can make money in a capitalist country, and the value of prisoners can be squeezed inside and out.

The production of assembly lines pulled from the society, or the operation of mines and the transportation of raw materials when they are close to the coal mines, let the prisoners work non-stop for 360 days, not to mention the materials produced to meet the needs of prison operations, there is a large surplus, and there is basically no need to pay wages, a lot of oil and water, and a proper industry to rejuvenate the country.

As for other various ways to make money, there are even more, such as how to allocate some easier jobs, upgrade living conditions, etc., etc., you can make money in a good way, and you can figure out how to make money A hundred years ago.

It took only a few moments for Thoreau's motorvoy to reach the women's prison, which was not located in a densely populated city.

"Bang dang."

The situation in women's prisons is similar to that in men's prisons, except for a few people who have been wronged, all of them are fierce characters.

And after years of hard work, no matter how natural beauty is, her face has become withered, and she has a fight with the men's prison.

Only a small number of financial fraudsters, although they are also imprisoned in prisons where they are not free, have a small share of their possession enough to survive in prison.

"There can be no ...... in our prisons"

The wardens of the women's prisons seem to be the same as the wardens of the men's prisons, and they even speak the same words, repeatedly emphasizing the safety of the prisons and the number of goods that can be produced each year that are beneficial to the country.

Thoreau continued to measure each cubicle of the women's prison with his footsteps, as he had done last time.

Compared to men's prisons, women's prisons have a much smaller number of inmates, a large proportion of female crime rates are lower than men's, and the number of floors and areas of the Colosseum have been greatly reduced.

Inside the fence were dull eyes, which reminded Thoreau of his office.

In the high-rise buildings of California and New York, the glamorous and decent office workers also sit in obvious and inconspicuous compartments, and this management design method is said to have been inspired by prisons.

The way capitalism enslaves people is invisible.

Thoreau didn't think that a suitable shell that could not be found in men's prison could be found in women's prison, after all, women's prison and Kamihara Flying were in conflict with each other in terms of gender.

If that's all right, that's too ......

"Buzz."

The demon knife body suddenly buzzed and shook, and Thoreau's thoughts were immediately collected into his brain.

It's incredible.

The warden, who had been chattering endlessly, also stopped his mouth and looked strangely at the demon knife shaking in Thoreau's hand.

She had seen a lot of things that would buzz and shake, and it was the first time she had seen this kind of half-cut wooden knife shake.

However, for a while, no one thought about the supernatural object, or could not imagine that any big man would take the supernatural object to prison.

"It's ......" Thoreau looked around in disbelief, and inside the fence were one female prisoner after another.

The intelligence agents were just as nervous, they didn't know exactly what mission they were going to do.

Found the right shell?

A sense of absurdity arose in Thoreau's heart, not found among so many inmates in men's prison, but in women's prison? And he really found a female as a shell.

Looking in the direction guided by the demon knife, Thoreau saw a blonde female prisoner sitting on the bed, looking at Thoreau and the others outside with a pair of cold eyes.

Finding that the big shots were also looking at her, the female prisoner withdrew her aggressive gaze.

She was as quiet as a rock.

You can't offend these jailers in prison, even if you look at each other, this is the experience summed up by the seniors in prison and your own personal experience.

They don't have to do it themselves, they have 10,000 ways to torture, and those who go to prison vertically can go out horizontally clearly.

"Who is she?" Thoreau glanced up and down and asked the warden beside him.

This female prisoner is nothing special except for looking delicate, and it seems that it is not unusual to be able to remain delicate in a prison environment.

As for what is different, I can only hope that those experts and professors can find out.

The assistant next to the warden, flipping through the materials, although there are electronic files, but still using this kind of paper documents to flip through gives people an unusual sense of professionalism.

"Olivia Kirk, guilty of first-degree murder...... Murder of adoptive parents at the age of twenty ......"

Thoreau didn't care what crime Miss Kirk had committed, or whether she had been sentenced to death, as long as she was chosen by the Demon Knife, everything was already doomed.

However, it sounds like Miss Kirk has no family, and it saves a lot of trouble for explanations in the future, otherwise if the family hears that the prisoner died in prison for no reason and there is not even a corpse left, they will relentlessly seek the truth, which is somewhat a matter that needs to be wiped off.

"Miss Kirk."

Olivia shrank inward, looking warily at the prison guards and others outside.

"There's a big thing to talk to you about."

Thoreau waved his hand behind him.

"Take it away."

The fence opened, and intelligence agents and prison guards rushed over.

"Bang dang."

The female prisoners who could see this scene were excited to grab the fence, they didn't know what these guards were going to do, but I was afraid that it was probably not a good thing.

Every few days, there is a time for these prisoners to communicate, Olivia is also in the prison circle, she is not popular in the prison, but she has not caused any trouble, but today should not be the day she was executed.

A person who will be executed sooner or later, there is no need to offend, lest Olivia think about it and decide to pull a cushion on the road before she dies.

After all, theoretically, as long as the murderer keeps killing people in prison, her execution can be delayed indefinitely, and every time a new crime or a new important confession is made, the case will be retried or sentenced again.

"Rub."

Looking at the few people who walked in, Olivia shrank back, not like an outlaw fanatic who had committed a felony of murder.

It's just that when facing the prison guard who rushed first, Olivia's hand suddenly grabbed into the futon and took out something violently.

"Huh!"

Stone.

The stone was not large, but the edges were extremely sharp, not as sharp as a steel knife, but enough to cut through the body.

"Be careful, she has something in her hand."

With a killing weapon in her hand and a target in front of her, Olivia burst out with a powerful killing intent.

With her thumb clasped around the stone, she arched her body and the bullet slammed, the sharp edge of the stone slicing across the jailer's neck.

Everything happened unexpectedly, in a flash of light!

"Poof!"

"Mike!"

"Catch her!"