My first instinct was to look behind me, but there was no angry tough guy behind me.

It's weird...

I coughed a few times, turned my head and glanced up at the front, then quickly shifted my gaze. There was only a second-long pause, but I was pretty sure the crowd in the stands was staring at me. There were about eight or nine of them, and they surrounded a white-haired man in the middle, who was supposed to be their boss.

Anyway, I don't want to get in trouble. So, as curious as I was, I chose to turn a corner and walk to the right.

"Hey, you seem to be hurt?"

A familiar voice sounded beside me, and the round eyes of the yellow-haired young man narrowed into a slit and pointed at my nose. He was standing on the perimeter of the basketball court with a group of people chatting, and when he saw me, he raised his hand in a friendly greeting.

I touched my nose and grinned at my teeth, I must have hit a blue. I grinned at him reluctantly, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt too much." ”

Everyone around him noticed me at this time, and they all looked sideways. Among them, there is a thin old man with a rickety back, a fat man with a big belly, and a young man who is about the same as the yellow-haired young man, although the body shape is different, but the eyes are very consistent-

Suspicion, vigilance.

I saw someone tugging at the yellow-haired young man, as if to remind him. The meaning couldn't be more obvious: don't talk to this suspicious person, you'll be in trouble.

I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. They are all criminals, so why should anyone discriminate against whom? Therefore, even though I saw the yellow-haired young man open his mouth to say something to me, I still quickly lowered my head and walked away quickly.

I was a little self-defeating and rampaging through the square, feeling extremely depressed. I was a hateful murderer, a self-righteous drunk drag racer who ran innocent people to death. Perhaps, someone should have knocked me to death now!

Thinking so, the scene of the car accident began to flash through my mind. Luxury cars crumbled into a mass of tofu scum huddled on the side of the road, and rusty steel bars were exposed in the corners of the crumbling walls. In the smoke, a man lay alone not far away, his head collapsing like a hole in the ball.

The scene was so clear, it was like it happened yesterday, but I couldn't see the faces of the people who were hit. I tried my best to remember, but I couldn't remember anyway. The headache was about to explode, and I almost screamed.

At this moment, the crowd in the square began to move, and there seemed to be a commotion in the distance.

"Get down for me! Tell you to get down! ”

I looked towards the source of the sound, and there were already quite a few people gathered there. Two prison guards appeared to be reprimanding the prisoner, one with a baton and slapping a prisoner kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands, and the other standing by to stop the other prisoners from getting too close.

I also slowly moved over and got closer, only to see that the prisoner who was beaten was actually the bald hunk I accidentally bumped into just now.

The sticks rained down on the shoulders and backs of the bald hunk, and he was stunned and didn't say a word, and he refused to lie down. The prison guards are still scolding desperately, and they are ruthless. The faces of the prisoners watching the excitement next to them all looked very solemn, and they looked at the prison guards with some fear, but none of them stepped forward to plead.

At this moment, the bald hunk looked back at me, and that look seemed to be a cry for help. After much hesitation, I finally mustered up the courage to take a few steps forward and came to the prison guard.

"Sir, he knows it's wrong, stop fighting." I whispered to the guard, looking at him with a sincere look and the realization of a blow.

The guards looked at me with a puzzled look, as if they understood what I was saying. He didn't get angry, but he didn't react either.

The prison guard continued to beat people, ignoring my words and still hitting the bald hunk with his hands, who was almost beaten to the ground.

"Sir, stop fighting!" I raised my voice in some anxiety and looked at the prisoners around me with a pleading look, but they still looked at me with suspicion, and none of them responded.

The bald hunk began to vomit blood, while the prison guard remained expressionless. "You're going to kill him!" I yelled.

This damn prison!

My head was hot, and I didn't care so much, so I rushed straight to the prison guards who beat people. I threw myself on his baton, clutching his hand and not letting go. I see how you still beat people!

Unexpectedly, there was no indifferent and merciless scolding, and there was no stormy blow, and the prison guard in front of him seemed to be stunned, and he even let go of the baton. I stared blankly at the black stick in my hand, overwhelmed.

At this time, the prisoners around them became agitated as if they had finally reacted. The crowd kept crowding forward, and many people looked angry with a look of anger on their faces. The other guard was nervous, and he desperately swung his club to repel the inmates who approached him.

I calmed down and went to check on the bald hunk's injuries. He couldn't move, and he collapsed to the ground, blood and dirt from his mouth spreading out in front of him.

He doesn't seem to be able to do it anymore.

I was in a hurry and hurriedly shouted at the crowd: "Where's the doctor? Carry him to the infirmary! ”

No one paid any attention to me. They were all confronted by each other, oblivious to the horror in front of them. I stood up helplessly and yelled into the distance, but the prisoners were either clash with the guards, cowered in the distance, or simply laughed and watched the excitement.

I gasped for breath and looked down at the bald hunk who had begun to twitch, and fell into boundless despair.

"Are you alright?"

The yellow-haired young man came out of nowhere and grabbed me. He looked at the situation of the bald hunk, with a sad expression on his face, and shook his head slightly.

I grabbed him like a straw: "Please, go get the doctor, he..."

The yellow-haired young man nodded and pointed behind him: "Don't be afraid, the doctor is already here." ”

Sure enough, out of nowhere, many prison guards suddenly appeared, and they quickly separated the rioting prisoners, and scolded them to squat on the ground with their heads crossed, and the surroundings were immediately much quieter. A team of white-clad paramedics quickly came up to me on a stretcher and carried the bald hunk away.

"Well, can you pay me back?"

The beating prison guard walked up to me and held out his hand. He demanded in a cold tone, still with no expression on his face.

I handed him the baton like a machine, didn't say a word, and then pulled the yellow-haired young man to the ground.

…

"How can you put up with this kind of place?"

I sat at the table in the cafeteria, unable to contain the anger in my heart. It was noisy all around, and the prisoners were happily gulping down the soup and eating, as if they had long forgotten what had happened in the morning.

The yellow-haired youth shrugged his shoulders, put a slice of dry bread in his mouth, and chewed it heavily.

He sat across from me and listened to my grumbling. The other tables were already packed, but our table was comical, and the half with me was empty. You know, the cafeteria has limited seating and was built to fully accommodate the capacity of the prison, so...

Across the table, the thin old man was sandwiched between two fat men, barely seeing his face, his ass completely vacated from the chair, and all I could see was two desperately wide nostrils and a pair of dentures that were closed one by one.

"Old man, I have a place here." I approached the thin old man and tried to look as kind as I could.

Then that denture fell out.

I shook my head helplessly, propped my jaw in my hand, and looked at the yellow-haired youth.

"Are you really not going to eat something?" The yellow-haired young man smacked his lips and put down the wooden spoon in satisfaction.

I shook my head and was about to get up, only to find that the prisoners on the other side were all stunned at the same time, looking straight behind me, and two seconds later they quickly lowered their heads and mechanically put food into their mouths.

The cafeteria fell silent.

I heard the peculiar sound of the guard's leather boots tapping on the ground getting closer, and then stopped behind me.

I know, the trouble is coming.