After Huang Zhicheng's operation, Su Mo was soon escorted to Stanley Prison by a police car, and he was officially alive as Shawshank.

Stanley Prison, located at 99 Tung Tau Wan Road, Stanley, Hong Kong Island, is now one of the high-security prisons in Hong Kong and is managed by the Hong Kong Correctional Services Department.

When Su Mo walked out of the escort car in brown prison clothes and handcuffs with both hands, the bright sunlight was a little dazzling, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

At this time, Stanley Prison is the time to release the wind, and it is also the only time of the day when the prisoners can move freely, so when Su Mo got off the car, he saw that there were many prisoners exercising in a place similar to a court, some were playing basketball, some were playing football, and more people were just finding a place to lie down, enjoying this moment of tranquility and sunshine.

Seeing this scene, Su Mo's eyes glanced around, observing the nearby terrain.

In addition to the square buildings in the center, the prison was already covered with a towering fence, and a sparrow landed on the upper end of the barbed wire from a distance, but soon emitted a sizzling electric light, which completely electrocuted it.

Seeing this, Su Mo secretly stammered, it seems that climbing the fence is no fun, and Su Mo also saw that there will be a patrol military uniform standing guard there with a gun in every corner, it can be said that this Stanley prison is not too much to have three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry, and the security level is a little perverted.

What's more, in the square in the middle, there is a large group of prison guards with batons in their hands, standing with batons, staring at the many prisoners moving in the playground with unkind faces.

"Let's go."

Just as Su Mo continued to observe, a strip with a baton in his hand behind him was looking at Su Mo with an unhappy face and pushed him hard.

In his opinion, even if you are in the wind outside, but after coming to Stanley, you have to coil for me, and you have to kneel for me if you are a tiger, which one of you is not a well-known black boss outside, but you are not trained by these prison guards like a dog.

Su Mo was suddenly pushed, stumbled under his feet, and almost fell out with an unstable center of gravity.

But fortunately, he practiced it, and he re-stabilized the lower plate in just an instant, turned his head and glared at the prison guard who pushed him, but in the end he still endured it.

"Look at what, let's go."

The prison guard demonstrated with a baton in his hand, and it seemed that he might smash it on Su Mo at any time.

Hearing this, Su Mo turned his head again, followed the prisoners in front of him who had just come to Stanley like himself, and slowly walked towards the front.

In one of the prison's archives, several prison guards are checking the information of the new inmates.

Later, we will take pictures of them, and then we will also distribute daily necessities to the prisoners.

"Your name is Shawshank, and your number here is 4399."

In an empty small dark room, the prison warden sat at the table in a green-skinned police uniform, looked down at Su Mo's information, and said loudly.

"Yes."

Su Mo nodded, he knew that this number would be his prison number in the future, and it would also represent his future identity code, after all, there was a large group of people in prison, and it was impossible for so many prison guards to call out each of them, so this number became their name.

"What sin did you come in?"

When the prison warden saw that Su Mo was so young and looked so handsome, he asked with some curiosity, of course, this is also the process that everyone has to go through when they enter Stanley, mainly to facilitate batch management.

After all, the people locked up in Stanley are really miscellaneous, there are community bosses who are well-known in the outside world, or some drug lords who have been arrested for smuggling and drug trafficking, there are also criminals who kill and rob, and there are even police officers who have been sent here for bribery and corruption.

In short, the composition is very complex, and in the face of this situation, prisons generally manage various people separately.

"Killing, illegal possession of firearms." Su Mo said with a nonchalant expression, his tone was very calm.

"How long is the sentence?"

"Twenty-five years, six months."

Su Mo thought about it, and then slowly replied.

"Take him to get his stuff and assign him a cell."

The prison warden swept the information in front of him, and after basically matching what Su Mo said, he nodded and instructed the prison guard next to him.

Soon, Su Mo was taken away and received his daily necessities.

Holding a basin and a large pile of sundries, Su Mo followed the prison guard in front of him and slowly walked to the cell where the prisoners were held in Stanley Prison.

Su Mo's cell was in cell C No. 3, and when the prison guard took out the key to open the cell, he impatiently shouted to Su Mo: "Go in." ”

Hearing this, Su Mo nodded, and then walked to the cell.

Soon, the guards locked the door of the cell and threw in a booklet with a green cover from the outside.

"This is for you, give me a good look at it during this time, and then memorize it, and I'll check it later."

After speaking, the prison guard left without looking back.

Seeing that the other party was gone, Su Mo had the opportunity to take a closer look at his cell, the layout inside was very simple, only a few square meters of small room was placed in a small bed made of iron shelves, covered with a layer of white bedding, but Su Mo could still see the slightly yellowing marks on the bedding, even from a long distance could smell the musty smell on it.

In addition to this bed, there is a sink next to it, to which a faucet is attached, and a wooden bucket is placed in the corner of the wall, which is specially used for the inmates to use the toilet.

Seeing his cell, Su Mo smiled bitterly.

The leader of his own dignified triad, even when he followed Wang Bao before, he had never lived in such a dilapidated place, but who let himself be in prison, and he didn't come to enjoy it on vacation.

Thinking of this, after Su Mo put the basin and toiletries in his hand in place, he focused on the green book that the prison guard had just thrown on the ground before leaving.

Picking up the green book, Su Mo patted the dust on it.

Then I slowly opened it, and found that all the records were the code of conduct in the prison, which was basically the same as the school rules when he used to go to school, which recorded all kinds of taboos in the prison, as well as their meal time and wind time.

And most importantly, of course, their working hours.

Don't think that going to prison is just staying in the room and sitting, in Hong Kong you still have to work in prison, basically in the factory to carry out the kind of labor that requires physical strength, such as quarrying stones and making bricks in the quarry every day, or helping people wash clothes and make clothes, etc., and even some prisons are also responsible for rolling cigarettes, in short, it is the kind of hard work, but the work can still be paid.

As for the salary, it depends on the conscience of the prison warden, basically they are pitiful, if you encounter a little black heart, you don't even work a penny in vain, and you have no place to reason for things like this.

After roughly flipping through the green book, Su Mo found that the prisoners did not have to work for the first time after entering the prison, but they had to be militarized, similar to military training in universities.

Seeing this, Su Mo squinted his eyes slightly and began to think.

Now that he is in Stanley Prison, his first priority is to find out where Yebo is.

"It seems that we will only be able to investigate tomorrow when the wind is released."

Su Mo thought in his heart, and then began to frown, covered his nose and forcibly lay on the bed, and then closed his eyes to sleep.

(Weak, pitiful, and helpless, but hungry for a referral vote.) ）