The next morning, after breakfast, the detachment leader did not immediately let the prisoners go to work, but gathered them together, saying that there was something to explain to everyone.

"Last night, there was an accident in the prison area, a prisoner slipped while taking a bath, fell the back of his head and fell into a coma, and finally suffocated to death with a wet towel covering his face. He looked very serious, and slammed the steel whip in his hand on the table a few times, so that the whispering prisoners were quiet, "This is simply a shame in our prison cell! Such a big person can slip, I can't believe my ears when I hear this, are you all only three or five years old? can you still slide in a shower? What is even more ridiculous is why no one picked him up and put him in a safe place after he fell?" I have to wonder if you cold-blooded trash have compassion and no humanity."

"From today onwards, it is mandatory to wear non-slip slippers when bathing, and I don't want such a ridiculous tragedy to happen a second time. If someone falls in the bathroom, the last three people to leave the bathroom are responsible for the incident, remember, there is no room for a next time. ”

Durin understood that this was a hidden warning, and that the bathroom in winter did seem to be the best place to kill, and once everyone started to shower, the water vapor quickly diffused, and it was almost impossible to see anything a meter away in the bathroom. Coupled with the rustle of water droplets everywhere, as long as you do the relevant preparations, no one will be found dead in the bathroom until the water vapor in the bathroom dissipates.

He was a bit of a pity, it was a pity that such a good place could not be used any longer.

After reprimanding several prisoners by name who did not work hard, the squad leader asked the prison guards to watch the prisoners leave the cafeteria and go to the workshop to start work. The most recent order was from a trading company that manufactures and sells blankets, and they have ordered a total of 5,000 blankets. With the arrival of winter, the peak season for such seasonal products, the trading company's own factories were too late to operate at full capacity, so they had to teach the inmates in the regional prisons.

Everyone must complete two blankets per day, which is the bottom line, and those who exceed them will be rewarded, and those who fail will be punished. In such a working environment, there is simply no management style and human affection at all. Fortunately, the production of blankets is not complicated, or the blankets they make are not high-end goods, only a small handful of fluff penetrated by a special tool is clamped, and the back is tightened with a needle and thread. Although the workload is relatively large, the good thing is that the work is simple.

"Hey boy, you can make this blanket!", Dulin, who was working with his head, did not notice his surroundings, and a blanket was thrown from a place apart. One of the guys grinned at him, his eyes shining with a fierce glint, "I found out you did it quickly, and this blanket was awarded to you!"

This kind of provocation and oppression often exists in prisons, and there is no prison in this world that is full of peace and love, and all prisons are oppression and humiliation, so there are classes.

Durin just glanced at him, and threw the blanket he threw on the ground, the guy stood up with a glare, and before he could make any moves, the prison guard struck him on the back with a stick, "Go back and sit down, and finish your own business, or you will suffer tonight!", as he spoke, the prison guard looked at the others again, "I warn you, don't make trouble here, you can't afford to mess with it, understand?"

The guy didn't seem to care about the guard's stick, swept the dust that might be on his shoulder, pointed at Durin, and sat back down. Many prisoners are waiting to see a good show with a smile on their faces, and if they want to get ahead and become a master, they must learn to step on others to raise themselves. It's like a dark jungle with basic rules, and if you want to be at the top of the food chain, you have to trample everyone else.

It's just disappointing that after the work is over, the guy who provoked Durin doesn't seem to have a conflict right away, he just seems to want to provoke Durin to strike first. The more this happened, the more Du Lin felt that he could not wait any longer, and the other party began to try to grasp the initiative from a passive situation, so the danger must be nip in the bud.

He quickly set his sights on a very regular guy.

This guy is very strong, his muscles bulge like a hard rock, and his life in prison is very regular, he participates in every activity according to the prison rules every day, and he uses equipment to exercise before eating in the evening. Of course, when they take a shower, they will go in with a group of people and come out with a group of people. It seemed that there was nowhere to start, but it also allowed Durin to find an opportunity.

In the evening of the next day, people began to leave the work area after the work was over. The management of prisoners in prisons is basically in a state of semi-free-range. As long as they don't violate the rules, they can still have some freedom. In order to prevent these inmates from spending too much energy on fighting, the prison has also opened up sports facilities for them to vent their excessive energy.

This strong guy walked to the workout area according to the rules of his life, he was very proud and proud of the muscles in his body, and he thought that a man should have such a body to be called a man. After doing some apparatus exercises, he took a short break and lay down on a bench press. The barbell directly above him weighed one hundred and fifty pounds, and there weren't many people in the entire prison who could push that weight.

He took a deep breath and pushed the barbell up, pushing five in a row before putting it back on the shelf. He took a big breath, thinking about his next workout. His goal was one hundred and eighty pounds, but it would take a long time. He pushed the bar up again, and obviously this time he was moving a lot worse with speed and amplitude than the first time. He opened his mouth and roared loudly, and everyone who was working out was not surprised.

After five second pushes, the barbell was back on the shelf, his chest rising and falling and his breathing increasing again. When he rested for a while and lifted the bar for the third time, he already felt a noticeable struggle. After barely pushing five, he lowered the barbell to the top of the rack as he was used to, and let go of his hands. During his time in prison, he did this every time.

The sound of metal striking when the barbell touched the shelf and was held up made him feel the illusion of power, but this time it was not power, but death.

For some unknown reason, the 150-pound barbell did not bite the support frame, and continued to fall after a short contact and pressed directly against his head. Those scientists keep saying that the human skull is the hardest, but every time there is a wrong deviation. As he got up, the barbell pressed against the door of his head, pressing his already raised head back again, and then with a click, the barbell stuck between his head and the pillar, and a large patch of blood and some white soft tissue slipped down the back of his head and fell to the ground.