Pretending to casually glance at the prison guards in the distance, he saw that the two prison guards were chatting, and did not pay attention to this side; He glanced at his camera from the corner of his eye, and made sure that the camera would not capture the full screen, so Zhao Pengcheng put his mind at ease.

He suddenly felt a little funny, and he felt like a thief, as if he was a candidate who was cheating in the examination room. Even when he killed with a scalpel, he was never so nervous.

There was already a large section of auto-entered text on the document, and the cursor stopped, but the text was clearly not finished from the context.

Zhao Pengcheng was curious, how did this happen? Could it be that Aoki's psychic power can control a remote computer through the network?

No!

Zhao Pengcheng quickly dismissed this idea, if that was the case, Aoki would not be a human at all, but a god. God wouldn't have used such a boring method to contact him. God doesn't like anyone, so he can throw them into the star VY Canis Major, and maybe they can catch the supernova explosion and roast them with gamma rays, which is in line with God's taste.

Thinking of this, Zhao Pengcheng couldn't help but think of the life when he experienced another parallel world, the cryogenic laboratory of the underground resistance organization. He couldn't help but wonder if the pure consciousness could withstand the extreme environment of the material world. For example, near absolute zero or high temperatures inside stars.

Since Aoki is not a god, the only possibility is that he used some special means such as computer viruses to hack into the prison's system. This is a reasonable explanation, and it also calms Zhao Pengcheng's mind a little, otherwise, no matter how calm he is, it is difficult to imagine that he is cooperating with a guy who is as strong as God.

The document on the screen is still unchanged.

Why did it stop? Did the guy across the other side go to the bathroom?

Zhao Pengcheng had an idea, and immediately started typing a few words into it:

Are you waiting for me to answer?

The cursor moved again, and PS automatically popped up two words when no one was operating:

Yes.

Zhao Pengcheng became excited and continued to type:

"You hacked into the system here?"

"No, it's not strictly an invasion, I'm just here to hang out."

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered by them? The controls here are very strict and the systems are very advanced. ”

"Don't worry, they don't have the skills yet."

"How did you know I was coming on board today? To be honest, I don't know myself. ”

"My brother told me."

"Your brother?" Zhao Pengcheng glanced up at the prison guard not far away, and then remembered his discipline, and finally shook his head.

"I told my brother to let me know as soon as I have any news from you. I wasn't sure if it was you until you wrote that long confessional material. Well written, brother, very promising! ”

"......" Zhao Pengcheng has a black line on his face, what kind of joke is this guy making at this time! It doesn't sound like Aoki's tone at all!

Could it be that it's not Aoki, but someone else testing him? He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"What are you looking for me?" He cautiously typed in the question.

"It's nothing, just help my teacher bring you a few words."

……

Such a conversation lasted about ten minutes, and for the sake of caution, Zhao Pengcheng deleted it while typing, and after ten minutes, he began to continue writing his confession.

When he came back from discipline, Zhao Pengcheng had already written the application and the letter of repentance. The disciplinarian asked him to upload it to a designated location on the system, and asked the prison guards in the computer room to help him print it out.

With the printed manuscript, the warden took Zhao Pengcheng back to the prison. The shackles rattled in the long, cold aisle, and the sunlight poured out through the square holes high in the wall, slanting diagonally on the opposite wall, pulling up beams of bright light in the air, adding a little warmth to the cold and damp aisle.

Zhao Pengcheng looked up, and from the direction of the sunlight, he roughly judged the direction of the corridor and the location of the prison computer room. There are several square holes that cast shadows in the light, reflecting silhouettes of branches and barbed wire on the walls. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he silently counted the steps under his feet.

The confession is written very seriously, and Zhao Pengcheng is very confident in his writing. Writing essays has been his strength since he was a child, and if it weren't for the influence of his sister's illness, maybe he would have applied for the literature major in the college entrance examination.

A former high-ranking intellectual, a promising surgeon, a murderer now, a sinner who brushed shoulders with death, wrote a book of repentance with a deep sense of repentance and a powerful pen, which must have touched the nerves of some people. After reading it, the prison leaders will definitely treat him as a model and hype it up, which will be of great benefit to the ideological transformation of the prisoners and the improvement of the prison's image.

In the few days of waiting for news, Zhao Pengcheng got up as usual, washed, went out to exercise, and worked, and his life was very regular.

Although the detention of felons is very tight, because of the long time they have served, their work is relatively stable, and they will not do this today and that tomorrow.

People like Zhao Pengcheng who have a certain level of cultural knowledge or technology will be arranged with relatively high-tech work. Zhao Pengcheng was assigned a soldering PCB circuit board, which is a very common green plastic board like a computer motherboard. His task was to solder resistors, capacitors, transistors, and other components to the printed circuit board according to the drawings.

In prisons, the division of labor is clear, and the management is much stricter than in the average small workshop.

A circuit board is generally divided into many people to complete it collaboratively. First of all, someone sorts out all the components needed according to the requirements of the drawing, and then divides labor according to different components, someone is responsible for the resistor, someone is responsible for the capacitor, someone is responsible for the diode, etc., and these components are inserted into the corresponding holes on the PCB board as shown in the drawing. Once all plugged in, the board is passed to the person in charge of welding, and the components are welded to death with electric welding.

Then, someone will check the welded board again according to the drawing to see if there are any errors, and if there are no errors, the board will be passed to the test group. The tester tests the circuit board where the components have been installed, and after the test, it is packed without any problems. If there is a problem, it will return to the previous process to find out where the problem is, and the prison guards in charge of management will record it and deduct points for the whole group and each individual.

Such a strict division of labor and quality control will greatly increase the labor cost of the product, but in prison, the most worthless thing is people, so what small factories outside can't do, can be done in prison.

The prisoners are also very serious, and they rarely make mistakes, because if they do, they will be punished severely, such as transferring you to make shoes or even going down the mine.

Although Zhao Pengcheng studied medicine, he learned mathematics, physics and chemistry and computers well, and he could understand the drawings of this simple circuit board at a glance, and some could even guess what it was used for.

The prison authorities soon discovered his talent and made him the leader of the quality inspection team, guarding the last pass, and sometimes he also had to deal with the people who came to the factory to accept the inspection.

A few days later, the winter coat he applied for came down, a thickened cotton coat and a pair of thin cotton pants. The cotton pants are very thin, not because Zhao Pengcheng is stingy, but because Zhao Pengcheng is wearing shackles, and the pants are so thick that they can't be worn through the shackles. The guards won't come and open the shackles just because you want to change your pants.

The problem of clothes was solved, but Zhao Pengcheng's sprinkling confession was not news at all.