I thought I must have misheard.

I stared at the warden in amazement, and there was a hint of fear in the latter's expression.

At this moment, the alarm suddenly stopped, and the blonde prison guard walked in. He whispered a few words in the warden's ear, and the warden nodded and pointed at me. The blonde guard nodded, then looked up at me with a smile:

"Go back, cutie."

…

As soon as I stepped into the cell with my front foot, the fence was immediately slammed shut, which scared me so much. Turning around, the blonde prison guard said a few words to the prison guard next to him, and then left without looking back.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

I really thought the warden would keep me in lockdown, but nothing happened. I collapsed in bed, thinking about the phone call.

After a while, another prison guard came. He looked at me a few times, and then stood at the door of my room with the previous prison guard, standing motionless like a door god.

"Sir, what is this for?" I ran to the fence and asked curiously.

They turned a deaf ear to my inquiries and completely ignored me.

In desperation, I had no choice but to go back to bed and sit down, looking around boredly. That's when I noticed something unusual about the inmates in the cell who didn't go to the prison.

They didn't look me the right way.

Previously suspicious and wary, now distinctly hostile. One by one, they were staring at me like wounded and angry beasts. I doubt they would have pounced on me if it hadn't been for the fence and the guards.

Things are getting very wrong. Something must have happened just now.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a loud noise from the entrance, as if someone was making a crazy noise.

"Don't let me see them again!" One of the prisoners screamed hysterically. He was dragged in by two prison guards, struggling with both hands and feet along the way.

I quickly pressed my head against the iron fence to see what was going on. But the prisoner seemed to be on the lower floor, so I could only watch as the guards drove him somewhere out of sight, and then heard the fence slam shut.

"I don't want to see them again!" The prisoner was still screaming, but noticeably less excited. Most of the other prisoners still looked at me with hatred, and some looked at him sympathetically.

Everything is so weird.

"Sir, are they really going to visit the prison?" I turned to the guards and asked, "Who did you take them to?" ”

Still no response, the two guards were like wood, and they didn't even look at me.

I cursed in my heart and began to think back on the whole experience of today, and I needed to think about it well.

First of all, almost all the prisoners refused to see their families, which should be the most bizarre thing. Secondly, I was not allowed to see my parents, and I just made a phone call, and the warden said that I would attract the devil. Of course, there are some links in between, such as what exactly does that alarm portend? Why did the prisoner's attitude towards me change so much?

The famous Maher prison is like an insane asylum.

I pounded my head desperately, hoping it was just a nightmare.

At this moment, I heard familiar footsteps, it was the yellow-haired youth who had returned!

He walked briskly into the cell with his head down, unable to see the expression on his face. I wanted to talk to him, but the god-like prison guards were there, and it was really anxious.

I'm afraid that the yellow-haired young man will change his attitude towards me, and he may be my only friend here.

…

I ate lunch and dinner in my cell.

One of the guards guarded me, and the other helped me bring food. But this time I didn't protest much, because I was horrified by the eyes of the prisoners who passed by outside my cell to eat.

I kind of understood why the prison had guards outside my cell, maybe just to protect me, but then I didn't have any chance to communicate with the yellow-haired youth.

…

In the middle of the night, the alarm suddenly went off again.

The shrill sound resounded throughout the cell area, almost piercing the eardrums, and I almost fell out of bed when I woke up from my sleep.

It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything clearly. The prisoners outside were agitated, and everyone seemed to be panicking. I went to the fence and squinted for a long time, and found that the two prison guards who had been guarding outside were gone.

"Something must have happened in the felony cell area," the yellow-haired youth's voice rang in his ears, and he tried to raise his voice, "The prison guards on duty above are also gone, maybe the situation is a bit serious." ”

My heart jumped, scared and relieved. What I am afraid of is that the situation is unknown now, and I am relieved that the attitude of the yellow-haired young man towards me is still normal.

"You... Are you alright? I hesitated for a moment, but then asked aloud.

"I don't know," the yellow-haired youth seemed to smile wryly, "I... I was a little scared. ”

"Why? Why are people reluctant to see their families? "I finally asked this question that had puzzled me all day.

The yellow-haired young man was silent, and just as I was about to jump in my heart, he spoke.

"Because, because," his voice trembled a little, "I didn't think it was like my family, they seemed to be pretended to be someone else." ”

While his words frightened me, they also made me suspect that these prisoners might really be crazy.

Presumably seeing that I didn't react, the yellow-haired young man continued to explain: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not crazy, I'm sane. He paused, "I don't know how to explain this feeling to you, although the appearance and personality of my family have not changed, but I just think it's someone else." I don't want to be close to them, and I don't want to see them again. But..."

When he couldn't speak, his tone changed, and it seemed to reveal a hint of joy.

"But I feel good today, I mean, I'm not so repulsive about them anymore. I feel like even though they may not be the same relatives anymore, they still love me, and I'm very happy. The yellow-haired young man told emotionally.

Strangely, even though the sirens were still ringing, I could hear every word he said clearly. Moreover, I even felt a trace of warmth in my heart, and I seemed to be able to understand his joy.

"But why are they..." I said to the yellow-haired youth, "The other prisoners still seem to be disgusted, and I saw the prison guard dragging a prisoner in, and the prisoner was arguing that he would never see anyone again." "I don't know if I'm crazy, I think almost everyone here is starting to beat me except for you." ”

"Yes, my roommate has changed," said the yellow-haired youth, "and he hates me now and doesn't talk to me anymore." It's okay, I don't think they're normal, leave them alone. ”

Hearing him say this, I felt infinite comfort in my heart, and I finally put my mind at ease and no longer suspected that I was schizophrenic.

At that moment, I heard the sound of someone opening the door, and then it seemed that a lot of people walked in.

All of a sudden, the lights came on, and I could barely open them with a blinding light. Pairs of prison guards walked in with blast shields and long batons, and the battle was terrifying.

The prisoners were visibly agitated, shouting loudly, booing and laughing at the guards, and in some cases even gesturing obscenely. It's really anomalous.

Just when I felt extremely strange, the blonde prison guard came to my cell with a team of people, and he frowned: "This place can't stay, come with me, cutie." "Then my fence opened.

"Can you take him with you?" I pointed to the yellow-haired youth, "Is that okay?" ”

The blonde guard glanced at the yellow-haired youth coldly and said a few words to the two guards behind him, and then the fence gate of the yellow-haired youth opened. They scolded the yellow-haired youth's roommate and came out, closed the fence again, and then two prison guards stood guard outside the yellow-haired youth's cell as if they were guarding me.

"It's a little bad," said the blonde guard, "and you've brought in something bad, cutie." ”

As he spoke, he dragged me forward, and I looked at the yellow-haired young man leaning against the fence with great reluctance, and he gave me an encouraging look, just as he had done in the cafeteria.

"Where to go?" I asked the blonde prison guard.

"Go negotiate with the devil," he smiled, "are you afraid?" ”