Prison No. 3 is mysterious and seems to be related to the state.

Like a concentration camp for garbage recycling?

Even Feng Yao, who was reborn once, failed to enter the top circle in her previous life and knew little about many things, but she had heard a rumor.

The third prison, the deeper you go, the darker it becomes, where people often die.

However, those prisoners who have committed serious crimes seem to have done many things that have done meritorious deeds, and they are directly under the jurisdiction of the special departments of the capital.

Feng Yao frowned and thought for a long time.

"It's not a good place to go, anyway...... He hasn't been heard from for so long, where is 'he'? ”

In the last life, that man died before her.

For her, the man used his body as a shield, was shot more than a dozen times, and the whole person was shot into a sieve, and finally died in her arms.

She is actually very afraid of him, she has been afraid of that pervert since she was a child, maybe there is no one in this world who can be more cruel than that man.

But what did that smile before he die?

Feng Yao let out a deep breath.

"Dead pervert! Why don't you come and save me......"

Even if he rushes over, she will definitely die in that situation.

Feng Yao sighed tiredly.

"Why bother with my life? This kindness...... It's too heavy. ”

……

Third Prison.

The boss Wang, who was initially confined with a bunch of minions looking for faults, was released from the small black room a day later, and found that the atmosphere of the cell had completely changed.

She originally wanted to give the newcomer a dismount, but she didn't know that drawing a tiger would not be an anti-dog, but it scared her heart.

In short, Boss Wang is also miserable with a capital letter.

After returning to the cell, I saw sheng singing and dancing, and he was happy.

The dogs who followed Boss Wang in the past were saddling and shouting at the girl with short hair.

"Little boss, you drink water!"

"Little boss, do you smoke?"

"Little boss, come, I'll help you put on your shoes!"

Qi Suya stretched comfortably and glanced at these people with a smile.

And, Boss Wang: "......"

Okay, the boss's status is not guaranteed, so he ...... No, I don't want it.

Who makes people great?

……

Qi Suya was assigned to a textile factory, and there were labor camps inside the prison, such as weeding in the summer, snow removal in the winter, and making handicraft products.

Of course, these jobs are not done in vain, and there is a work point after doing it, and this work is also called points, and points can be used to reduce the sentence.

However, there are too few successful commutations because there are so many points required.

Qi Suya counted with her fingers.

"100 points are reduced by one day, and I want to eat steamed buns with two points and one meat, and eight points for two vegetarian and one meat boxed lunch, but the labor camp only earns ten points a day? Is this a tiny society for exploitation? ”

She felt more and more that the point system in this prison was not ordinary.

If you want to live a good life here, you have to earn money, that is, earn points.

As for the system of commutation of sentences with points, it is more like drawing a big pie, so that you can see it but not touch it.

For many people, it can only be regarded as a fantasy, an illusory hope.

And like Qi Suya herself, she was sentenced to life and sat in prison.

Basically, there is no subtraction.

The policy above is that those who have been sentenced to a postponement of the death penalty can redeem themselves with 10 million points.

The number of points required for a life sentence is eight million.

Qi Suya: "......"

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