July 4, 6:00 p.m

It's dinner time again.

Wei Donghe held the dinner plate and slowly walked forward with the long queue.

The death row prisoner's waistcoat was red, which stood out in an orange waistcoat, but other than that, there was no special protection.

Wei Donghe and Lao Qi even lived in ordinary prison cells, but there were no other inmates - the correctional had arranged for other people to eat and live with them, but usually after half a day, those people would find some reason to move out.

Everyone can't stand the old cut. But Wei Donghe has also heard of other more direct reasons: taboo and unlucky.

What is even more unlucky than entering a detention center is living with a death row inmate...... Probably right.

Wei Donghe doesn't mind who he lives with, he doesn't have to be so troublesome to chop all the time, and always complains about the problem that the mattress is thin, the bed board is hard, and the pillow is low. Lao Chop really wanted to have a fellow inmate, because Wei Donghe was too boring.

Most of the time, Wei Donghe didn't say a word.

Lao Chop was foaming at the mouth on the opposite bed, and Wei Donghe just turned a deaf ear.

has been a cellmate for almost a month, and Lao Qi even has to go through other people's mouths to know what Wei Donghe has committed.

Wei Donghe had a quarrel with his colleagues, and killed someone in a moment of anger - under normal circumstances, he would not be sentenced to death, but Wei Donghe is the second person to enter the palace, he has a criminal record, and his criminal record is also murder, and his defense is excessive.

When he was imprisoned for the first time, Wei Donghe was 18 years old and a student at the HKSI; The second time in prison, Wei Dong and thirty-three years old, is a trainer at a health club.

"Hey, brother, this is fate." After Lao Chop heard about Wei Donghe, he always said this sentence in his mouth.

When he said this, Wei Donghe was either lying on the bed doing sit-ups or lying on the ground doing push-ups, his sturdy figure went up and down, and the developed muscles with beads of sweat seemed to be shining, and the muscles bulged out, looking harder than the bones cut by the old ones.

The old cut often stops there.

He felt that this was Wei Donghe warning him - even if he was a dying man, he didn't want to die under his fists, and it was said that Wei Donghe beat people to death like this.

"Braised pork!"

As the procession marched, the crowd that saw the meal stirred.

Wei Donghe lost his mind for a moment.

He clearly remembers that the first time he was imprisoned fifteen years ago, it was also in this detention center, and it was also dinner time, and it was also a meal of braised pork.

Someone snatched the meat from his rice bowl, and he jumped up and got into a big fight with the man.

He was still very thin at that time, stunned, like a big child, it was his birthday, and he especially wanted the braised pork made by his mother.

No one expected him to be so powerful, nor did he expect that someone would fight hard for a piece of braised pork. The man was a member of a gang of thieves, and they came in in a group of seven or eight people, Wei Donghe knocked down one, and then another, and then another...... By the time the guards came, he was covered in blood.

Of course, he couldn't blame the guards for being too slow. Because of the riots they caused, three suspects took the opportunity to escape from the kitchen.

None of the three men ever returned, and it is not known whether they escaped or were killed, no one can tell. Anyway, this incident changed Wei Donghe's sentence from three years to five years.

"Hey, it's your turn." The old chop pushed Wei Donghe behind him.

Wei Donghe came to his senses and picked up the rice spoon - after the prison escape ten years ago, the detention center has stepped up security, and the canteen has become fully self-service. No one will ever put half a spoonful of meat in your lunch box again, and no one will jump from the dining room to the kitchen, let alone run straight out the back door of the kitchen into the wilderness.

The current municipal detention center is a model of modern, large-scale, and mechanized management.

You hardly see anyone other than the suspects and the correction, and sometimes Wei Donghe suspects that the food they eat is actually conjured up by Hogwarts house-elves.

Wei Donghe cooked the meal, walked to the corner with the plate and sat down - maybe this has not changed, he has no friends, he will always be alone.

But today is a little different, Lao Chop sat next to Wei Donghe.

Wei Donghe glanced at Lao Chop, in the past, at this time, Lao Chop would leave automatically, but today he still didn't move, as if he couldn't see Wei Donghe, he lowered his head and began to pull the rice plate.

Wei Donghe did not speak.

He lowered his head and began to eat as well.

Until the end of the meal, the old chop did not leave. There is a time limit for eating, 20 minutes, and after eating, they will return to the prison cell.

The discipline has already begun urging: "Hurry up, eat quickly." ”

Wei Donghe glanced at Lao Qi, he tilted his head and picked his teeth with his nails, and his eyes looked out of the door, as if he could see something.

Call! It's too late! No time!

Wei Donghe quietly put his hand under the table, he quickly fumbled, and found a soft cloth bag on the back of the table.

Very good!

Wei Donghe breathed a sigh of relief.

The discipline was about to come over, Wei Donghe turned a little sideways, blocked the view of the discipline with his own body, and the other hand began to slowly pick off the tape that stuck to the cloth bag.

Suddenly, the old cut face stretched out in front of him!

Wei Donghe didn't have time to react, and the old chopping hand touched Wei Donghe's hand under the table.

"Why?" He patted Wei Donghe's hand with a smile.

Years of prison life have already turned the hot-blooded, impulsive, anxious and turbulent boy into a mature, steady, calm and self-contained man. Wei Donghe quickly thought about it in his heart and immediately made a decision.

"Let go." He whispered.

"Shall I not let go?" The old chop seemed to be a different person, and his eyes lit up, "I'm going to report you, maybe I can change it indefinitely, brother, don't blame me......" Without waiting for Wei Donghe to respond, he shouted at the discipline, "Officer! Police officer! ”

Wei Donghe lowered his body, and before the discipline came, he said in a deep voice: "I'll take you out." ”

Lao Shu was stunned for a moment, and he looked at Wei Donghe in a daze.

The temptation of freedom is unparalleled.

Wei Donghe said again: "Tomorrow morning." ”

The new Wang Guan has already come over: "What's the matter?" His hand was on the baton at his waist, his face guarded.

Wei Donghe lowered his head, leaned forward close to the table, stretched out one hand to cover the cloth bag behind the tape, and held the leftover piece of steamed bread with the other hand, eating calmly one bite at a time.

"What for?" Wang Guanjiao stopped a meter in front of the dining table, his brows seemed to be tied into a dead knot, and he looked at Lao Qi, "What's the matter?" ”

Wei Donghe bit into the steamed bun and looked intently at the few bean sprouts left on his plate—so far, he had not confronted Wang Jiaojiao.

After a suffocating silence, Wei Donghe finally heard the voice of the old chop.

"Oh, it's okay, I'll just ask if there's an event in the evening?"

The old chopping hand finally left the table, and he scratched his unkempt hair and smiled at the king.

"Not tonight, tomorrow. Tomorrow the Repertory Theatre will come to give you a performance. The king said impatiently, "Eat! Hurry out after eating!"

"Okay, okay, officer."

Lao Qi glanced at Wei Donghe, who was bent over and lifting his shoes, and stood up while holding on to the table, and said, "Yes, I forgot, I came to the repertory troupe tomorrow, what is the repertory troupe performing?" ”

His hand was not steady, his arm almost threw himself on the table, Wang Guanguan instinctively reached out to help him, and with a flash of lightning, Wei Donghe took out the soft cloth bag and stuffed it into his arms.

"'New Life.'" Wang Jiao glanced at the old chop, and then at Wei Donghe behind the old chop.

The old chop snorted haha: "Yes, yes, new life, new life, after I die, I will be reincarnated, and I will be reborn, hahaha......"

He smiled and looked at Wei Donghe meaningfully.

Wei Donghe just passed by him with an expressionless face.