The male doctor knocked out my arm, his face flashed a trace of displeasure, and he said coldly: "I'm just a doctor, how do you know how he can commit suicide, if you have the guts, go to the prison and ask, don't mess around with me." ”

As he spoke, he waved at me, "Get out!" ”

Listening to his words, I had the heart to ask him for clarification, but remembering that this was a prison, I didn't dare to dwell on it any longer, so I thanked him and left the room.

Afterwards, I picked up some clothes and a toothbrush, and followed a young prison guard to room 209.

As soon as I entered the room, I found that the room was not big, about 30 square meters, with eight beds, bunk beds, and an empty bed in the innermost part of the room.

I had barely walked three steps when the young prison guard stopped me and said, "33218, this is the rules and regulations of the prison." ”

As he spoke, he handed me a 24-open piece of paper, densely filled with words, and continued: "Get up at six o'clock every morning, wash up for half an hour, eat breakfast at half past six, and then start working, eat lunch at 12 o'clock, rest for two hours at noon, continue to work at 2 o'clock, have dinner at six o'clock, and if the work is heavy, you need to work overtime until 10 o'clock at night." ”

When I didn't go to prison, I thought that squatting was just squatting in prison and doing nothing, but I didn't expect that prison was the same as outside, and it also needed to work.

With this in mind, I hummed at the guard and asked him, "What about the others?" ”

"I'm going to work." He dropped the words, walked out, and locked the porter again.

When he was gone, I put my clothes on the bed, made up the bed, and lay down, staring blankly at the ceiling, wondering if my parents would beat me up if they knew I was squatting, and would they not let me enter the house.

Thinking, thinking, I fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw that there were more than a dozen people around my bed, the most dazzling of which was a bald head, the man was about 185 tall, about thirty years old, the left and right arms were tattooed with a dragon crossing the river, and the position of the chest was tattooed with the image of Guan Gong, next to him was a relatively thin man, the man was wearing a pair of glasses, looking like a gentleman, twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

As soon as I woke up, the bald man leaned over with a calm face and said, "Boy, registration number." ”

Since the distance was a little close, I could smell a strong garlic smell in his mouth, frowned, and said, "Chen Jiu, number 33218." ”

As soon as the words fell, the bald man slapped my palm on the door of my head and said sharply: "Lao Tzu asked what crime you committed." ”

"Intentional wounding." I say.

As soon as these words came out, the bald man's face relaxed, and he said, "It's okay, I can be in a dormitory." ”

I didn't understand what he meant, so I sat up and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

This time it was the thinner man who spoke, he smiled at me and said, "Little brother, let me introduce you first, this is a bald brother, known as Brother Long, a native of Anhui, and the boss of our 209." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the bald man, and then pointed to himself, "My surname is Zhang, known as a mouse, a native of Hubei, and he is Brother Long's military advisor, that one is a squirrel, and that one is..."

The rat introduced all the remaining dozen men, and to my dismay, what they were all nicknamed rats.

After some introduction, I have a general understanding of them, that Brother Long is guilty of homicide, and I don't know why, he was sentenced to life imprisonment, the rat is a commercial fraudster, according to himself, he deceived the CEO of a company of more than 6 million, and before he had time to squander, he was caught, and there are some rats left, either robbers or thieves.

"Chen Jiu, we 209 have an unwritten rule that we refuse to accept strong/female offenders, Brother Long just asked you what crime you committed, that's exactly what you mean." The mouse laughed, sat down next to me, and let the others go back to their beds.

"Now it's time for you to talk about it, I need to make a record for you, one to see if you are suitable for 209, and the other is to let us all have an understanding of you." He asked such a question, and as if he were juggling, he took out a notebook and a pencil, and motioned for me to speak.

I thought about it for a while, so I briefly introduced myself to him, saying: "Chen Jiu, a native of Hunan, is a professional eight immortals. ”

"Eight immortals? What's that? He gave me a puzzled look and said, "What the hell are you doing?" ”

I scratched the back of my head and explained, "Those who specialize in carrying coffins will also take on some funerals." ”

As soon as these words came out, the people who had left before immediately surrounded me, and even Brother Long came over, stared at me for a long time, and said, "The Eight Immortals in your mouth are not the Eight King Kongs of our north?" Specially carrying the coffin of the deceased? ”

I nodded, "It's pretty much the same, it's called different places in different places, and we're called the Eight Immortals over there." ”

Brother Long looked at me strangely, patted me on the shoulder with one hand, and laughed: "Brother, I will cover you in the future, in this prison, whoever dares to bully you, report my name, and ensure that no one dares to bully you." Also, this is a cigarette that I have treasured for three months, and I have it for you. ”

"This is the cigarette I have treasured for half a year." The rat pulled out seven or eight cigarettes and handed them to me.

"This is my cigarette." More than a dozen others pulled out cigarettes and placed them on my bedside.

Looking at their reactions, I felt inexplicable, what's going on? Why do you give me cigarettes one by one? Weird, right? I remember in the movie that cigarettes are very precious in prisons, and it is rare to smoke one a month, so how can they give me cigarettes? I didn't do anything, could it be that I had a kingly aura in me and conquered them.

I knocked my head violently, waved away the unrealistic thoughts in my heart, and threw my doubtful eyes at Brother Long, saying, "Brother Long, who are you?" ”

He smiled and said, "Little brother, your profession is very sacred, send people into the earth for peace, brother admires you." ”

As he spoke, he found a roll of tissues, pulled them in two, smeared a little soap on them, and then crumpled the two tissues into a ball, threw them on the ground, and slid them dozens of times with his feet, and with a 'hula' sound, the paper towel was on fire, he lit the cigarette, handed it to me, and said, "Come, little brother smoke!" ”

Looking at his movements, I was a little confused, and there was this way of making a fire, so I didn't ask deeply, let alone take the cigarette, so I said: "Brother Long, I'm just a coffin bearer, what is there to admire?" ”

He glared at me, and said angrily: "Little brother, don't talk nonsense, the Eight Immortals are very sacred, if there are no Eight Immortal Brothers in the world, I don't know what the funeral will be, you look at the current funeral, it's all for money, and only those Eight Immortals will do the funeral in a decent manner." For you eight immortals, I admire it from the bottom of my heart, you must know that people will eventually die, there will be a funeral, there will be a coffin, there will be eight immortals, I hope that after my death, I can let the eight immortals do a funeral, do not seek the sins on Xili's body, just hope that when the funeral, the coffin can be carried to the cemetery safely, and it will be satisfied. ”

"Yes! In today's funerals, people and ghosts want to intervene, where will they care about the thoughts of the deceased, not to mention the rules handed down by the ancestors, everyone only has money in their eyes, and there are very few professional eight immortals like you. The rat said this from the side.

Listening to their words, I felt very bitter in my heart, outside my profession suffered a lot, but I didn't expect that in prison, I was actually said to be sacred by this group of people, to say that I didn't feel it, it was a lie.

At that moment, I exhaled heavily, and returned the cigarettes, and I was moved by the fact that they didn't want to live or die, so they said that these cigarettes were honoring me.

Perhaps because of my profession, I got to know them well for half an hour, and we talked until about 11 p.m., when the guards knocked on the door several times before they left my bed.

After they left, I lay on the bed and couldn't sleep for a long time, this was the first time I felt the respect of others for the Eight Immortals, and it was also the first time that I felt the heartfelt respect of others, and I felt a lot in my heart. However, thinking of Lang Gao's confession, I was full of doubts in my heart, how could He Yaoguang commit suicide inexplicably?

After thinking about it for a while, I really couldn't sleep, so I shouted not far away: "Brother Mouse, have you slept?" ”

"Nope!" He replied and asked me, "What's wrong with my little brother?" Is it not comfortable with prison life? ”

I said no, so I asked him, "Do you know He Yaoguang?" ”