"Hey, what crime did you commit to coming in?"

In my drowsiness, a slightly green voice flashed into my mind, splitting my already chaotic thoughts.

I snapped my eyes open, took a deep breath, and my gaze began to focus.

Through the black iron fence in front of you, you can see the cells on the opposite side that are neatly arranged like pigeon cages. Men of all stripes are dancing and expressing their opinions to their roommates, or standing in front of the sink staring at the reflection in the mirror, or lazily lying on the bed and looking into the distance.

I looked up at the steel-lined ceiling, where several spotlights as large as a full moon hung and glowed slightly. In the corridors, the prison guards were boredly patrolling. Downstairs, a group of newly inmates lined up and escorted by prison guards to the cell area.

Yes, this is the prison.

"Hey!"

That voice raised the pitch. I turned my head to look to the right, barely able to see an arm dangling between the fence next door, trying to get my attention.

"Duck boy, don't mess with him!" A rough voice came from the other side, and a male-looking man was lying on his stomach in front of the fence and yelled at my next door, "Didn't you see that he was being held in solitary confinement? "His hair is a little naturally curly and he wears a white undershirt.

"Tell me, what the hell did you do?" The young voice next door still didn't give up, and he desperately pressed his head against the fence, revealing some yellow hair and a bright eye.

I... I'm like....

I shook my head and looked to my left. There were bunk iron beds, the lower beds were in disarray, the pillows fell to the floor, and the upper level was empty. Looking around, this cramped space is clear at a glance.

Obviously, I was the only one in this room.

I plucked up my courage and said to the yellow-haired young man next door to the right—

"I killed someone, so I was locked in."

"Cut-" There was no expected silence, and the yellow-haired young man seemed unimpressed, "I thought it was something earth-shattering!" There are a lot of murders here, why are you the only one who is being held in solitary detention? ”

I was stunned, I was the only one who was held in solitary confinement?

This information immediately puzzled me, and I immediately looked at the other side again. The double-storey cells, as far as the eye can see, indeed there are two people in each room. I squeezed my cheeks against the cold fence again, trying to look down to the left.

"Don't bother, you'll know after a while," the yellow-haired young man said with a smile, "In the ordinary cell area, there are two people in one room, except for you." ”

I let out a breath and sat down a little weakly. The curly-haired man on the opposite side yelled again: "People may be the rich second generation, duck boy!" Hand and eye to the sky, just a bed can't afford it? As he said this, there was a sparse round of applause, some laughing, others boosing.

"Is your family really rich and powerful?" The yellow-haired young man asked, "Can you settle it by killing people?" ”

I didn't answer him. I admit that I come from the so-called upper echelons, and that my family has extraordinary wealth and connections. But if everything really can be settled, why should I go to jail?

"Why are you killing people?" It seems that the yellow-haired young man is going to break the casserole and ask to the end.

I really don't want to pay attention to him. But I'm sure that if he doesn't get a satisfactory answer, he will keep pursuing it.

In desperation, I had to answer honestly: "I drove drunk and killed someone." ”

The yellow-haired youth seemed disappointed: "That's it? You're not a dangerous person at all! ”

"Shut up! What the noise" The prison guard who patrolled to the neighborhood yelled viciously at the yellow-haired young man who was muttering, and after he finished scolding, he looked ahead again, his eyes meeting mine. I thought he would glare at me fiercely, but he put on a very kind, even a somewhat flattering expression, and smiled a little before slowly walking away.

Could it be that my family really trusts the relationship? No, this is a state prison, the famous Maher Prison! With huge doubts, I began to think back to the details of my time in prison. However, my mind was dizzy, and I fell to my knees.

Suddenly, a piercing bell rang, and the prisoners on the opposite side suddenly stirred.

"Let the wind go!" Someone yelled. Then, sure enough, the announcement sounded: Attention all prison guards, attention to all prison guards, it is time for prisoners to go outdoors...

Bang - the iron fence in front of me slid to the left and opened.

…

I lined up and followed the line of prisoners through the iron gates and walked outside. Suddenly there was a light in front of me, and I squinted my eyes and saw the sky and the grass. And, of course, there are walls made of tall iron mesh.

Walking out of the last iron gate, I saw a wide square. There are basketball courts, stands, and outdoor gym equipment in the square. Prisoners gather in groups and twos, and the towers and towers in the distance are closely guarded by prison guards.

I walked slowly along the square by myself, looking around constantly. To be honest, I'm worried.

Prison bullying. It's not an unfamiliar word, especially for a skinny person like me, with a background that isn't very likable, and I can't help but touch my ass when I think of it. He was about to turn his head and continue walking

Boom!

It was dark in front of me, the bridge of my nose ached, and a strong force came from the front, pushing me backwards so hard that in an instant I fell to the ground on my back. While running over 10,000 grass and mud horses in my heart, I secretly said that it was not good, and I struggled desperately to get up. I was so engrossed in thinking just now that I didn't even notice a person walking from the side. With his fleshy wall-like figure, I can't afford to mess with him!

"Are you alright?" An arm like pincers caught me, and I was picked up like a chicken. I looked at the macho man in front of me with some flattery, and a black cross tattoo on his brown-haired chest was very eye-catching.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm sorry..." I lowered my head and quickly apologized, but before I finished speaking, the tattooed hunk turned his head and left, leaving me alone to stand in place very embarrassed, stammering.

I looked at the background of his departure, confused. What do you mean? I had no idea what was going on. At this moment, the bald hunk also looked back at me.

That look...

How to put it, not contempt, not indifference, not mockery. If I had to describe it, it was like...

Wary.

Yes, it's like looking at an opponent who doesn't know the strength of the opponent, or something threatening, that's the kind of look in the eyes. But this is not possible. I don't believe it myself, just a person like me who lacks exercise and doesn't even have abdominal muscles, that kind of steel pillar-like physique, can take me down with one punch. I'm a murderer, but I'm not a hacksaw-wielding pervert, I'm just an unlucky, hateful drunk.

I didn't dare to look at him anymore, so I turned my head and continued to walk forward. But at this moment, I saw a group of prisoners sitting in the stands not far ahead. They're all looking over here, looking at me.

With a wary look.