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The warden had a page in his hand about my crimes.

"The crime is serial murder, rushing out from the encirclement of 44 special police, attracting more than 200 police forces and 5 armed forces to chase after him, and finally gave up resistance and brought him to justice."

The warden scanned the contents of the book, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. He looked at my slightly innocent face, and he didn't expect me to cause such a big trouble.

"Alright, take me to the accommodation." I put on my prison clothes, and I was very arrogant, and I didn't have the slightest sense of being in prison.

"Someone," the warden shouted, "bring 66744 down and make arrangements." ”

Two police officers in grass-green uniforms walked in from the outside and led me out.

Not long after I went out, a figure walked into the warden's office.

"Who are you? Who let you in without my permission? ”

The warden's majestic voice rang out in the office.

"Warden, no one cares about money, does he?" The figure walked up to the warden, took a check from his bosom, and placed it on his desk.

"A small meaning, let this death row prisoner slowly disappear into Jinling Prison, and there will be a final payment after the matter is completed."

With that, he took out another copy of the document, placed it on the warden's desk, and then turned to leave.

"Hmph," the warden snorted, taking the papers and checks from the table.

“66744？ Being young and offending people at a young age," he shook his head and took the check, "Heh, after making a bloody investment, half of the labor money is 20 million, and rich people really don't treat money as money." ”

"Stinky Money, treat me Zhanbin like those insatiable lackeys?" The warden's eyes suddenly froze, and he tore the check to shreds.

But he said that I was carrying the bedding and toiletries, and I was carried by two police officers, and I was taken around and around into a huge iron cell.

"Yo he, here comes another young man with fine skin and tender meat." The prisoners in the various cells looked at me with strange smiles.

"Tsk, who says it's not, look at this beautiful face, press him on the table, that style, it's beautiful, it's cool." Someone echoed with a smirk.

Nima, is this a prison or a ̄□ ̄|| I feel like I'm in a hurry! Paralyzing!

"Let's go inside." I was taken into a cell.

"Why isn't it a private room?" I looked at the five people in the cell and frowned.

"Private room?" The two officers couldn't help but laugh, "Where do you think this is?" ”

"The rules here, I'm sure your seniors will tell you."

The officer pointed to the people in the cell, turned and locked the iron door and left.

The five people in the cell, young and old, the younger in their 30s and the older in their 60s, were all sitting on the bed and looking at me.

"Uh," I paused for a moment, "Hello everyone, would you like to introduce yourself?" ”

Made, I've never been in jail, I don't know what the process is!

"Okay, we know, your name is 66744, no need to introduce you, those who are imprisoned in Jinling Prison are all serious crimes."

A middle-aged man with a bald head and a slightly chubby man spoke, "I am the boss in this cell, my real name is Chen Taojian, just call me Brother Jian, you will be obedient in the future, just don't disobey my will." ”

"Uh, you don't have to beat me up first?" Isn't it all the way it is played on TV? I'm mentally prepared.

The bald head named Brother Jian gave me a strange look, "Watch less TV series in the future." ”

Another skinny man laughed, "We don't have enough food here, we often go hungry, how can we have extra strength to fight?" ”

"Moreover, our southern district is the weakest of the four districts, and when we go out for a walk, we are all the oppressed side, so how can we have the energy to engage in any civil strife."

"Okay." I breathed a sigh of relief, it would be good to be able to take less beatings, I hugged the quilt to find an empty bed, made it, and lay down.

"Suosuo", the person on the bed keeps twisting his body, as if he is uncomfortable.

I got up and looked at the upper bunk, it was a fat uncle, no, it should be a fat uncle, who looked like he was over 60 years old. He had lost a lot of hair, and there were only a few sparse bunches of dead hair on his head.

The prison clothes on his body were dirty, crumpled, and had not been washed for I don't know how long, and emitted a strong smell of sweat.

"What's uncomfortable?" I asked him.

"Hmm~" He turned over and faced me, his face kind, not like a felon, "It's itchy all over." ”

Brother Jian looked at the fat old man and shook his head in disgust, "Leave him alone, he has a lot of things, he is dirty, and his legs and feet are inconvenient." ”

"Well, I'll scratch it for you." I sighed, it will be bunk beds in the future, and I can't see the people around me being tortured.

"Comfortable." I tickled him through my clothes.

He didn't speak, just smiled at me.

Grass mud horse, comfortable you said, laugh at your paralysis, see that you are my upper bunk, so I will help you.

I helped him scratch for a long time, but he didn't speak, he didn't even say thank you, I was not happy, "Don't scratch, Made." ”

I fell headlong into my bed and looked out at the clear sky through a small window in my cell.

"Is this what it feels like to lose your freedom?"

In a daze, for the first time in my life, I lay in a prison cell, asleep, and didn't have any thoughts at all.

"Hey, here's the meal." The iron door was banged with a batons, and the police officer, holding a large plate in his hand, handed out food for six people in the cell.

"Dinner?" I got up and walked to the door to get food.

And the fat old man on the top bunk also trembled and crawled out of bed, trying to get something to eat.

"Smack", the man with a full mouth and beard knocked the fat old man's hand off, "You don't have to eat." ”

Ah, I'm stunned, the old man doesn't have anything to eat, is it that I, a newcomer, don't have anything to eat? Hearing them say that there is not enough food to eat every time, it is clear that I should be the one who is being bullied.

I tentatively reached for it, but it didn't stop me, and I was able to get my share of food, a jug of milk and two loaves of bread.

After receiving the food, I sat down on the bed, tore open the bag and prepared to eat, when the fat old man came over and sat down on his own bed, watching the others eat pitifully.

"Well," I said, shaking my head, and handed him the bread, "if you're hungry, take it and eat it." ”

His eyes lit up, he took the bread, and ate it in a big gulp, and in a few bites he finished it, and then looked at the people pitifully.

Nima, such a good appetite! I was depressed, looked at the only bread left in my hand, hesitated, and handed it to him, anyway, I have the power of the blood pill to nourish, even if I don't eat for ten days and half a month, it doesn't matter.

I'm eating now, which means a taste of enjoyment, and the feeling of a bloated stomach.

"Paralyzed, old man, you eat slowly, Made, where can I rob you."

"Good, delicious." He spoke for the first time, and his voice was strong, but he didn't speak very sharply.

"Cow, milk." The fat old man finished his last bite of bread and looked at me.

Milk your uncle! I handed him the milk with a black face.

"Alas, how do you give him something to eat!" Brother Jian found out and hurriedly scolded me.

My face fell, "You rob him of food, and I give him my share, can't you?" ”

"You just came, there are some things you don't understand, this old man can't give him much to eat." Brother Jian finished and lay back on the bed.

"Uh, what do you say?" When I was confused, I suddenly asked, and a foul smell came from the fat old man.

"Bang", there was a chaotic sound under the fat old man's body, and then, the whole cell was filled with a stench.

"This old man, pull on his pants again, that kid, 66744, it's all your fault, let you not give him anything to eat."

Brother Jian pinched his nose and frowned, his face full of disgust.

Looking at me, the fat old man lowered his head embarrassedly, "I have a bad intestine, I don't digest things easily, and I often have diarrhea, so they only let me eat one meal a day, but I am often hungry." ”

"Officer, there's a situation here," Brother Jian's subordinates ran to the iron gate, stretched out their arms and slapped the iron door vigorously, making a "bang" sound.

"What are you doing, rebellion." The officer in the hallway followed the voice.

"This old man is pulling on his body again, hurry up and take him out, it stinks to death."

"Why did you pull it again, once a day, and it didn't stop!"

The officer swore and opened the cell door.