"Attention all prison guards, it is time for prisoners to visit, please pay attention to maintaining order."

When I heard the radio, my heart pounded. The thought of seeing my long-lost parents made my hands tremble uncontrollably.

"After the fence is opened in a while, you can line up and go out in turn." When the yellow-haired young man said this, there was no expression on his face. He looked down at his toes, and for some reason, I felt that he was feeling a little down.

I thought he was worried that no one would come to see him, so I comforted him and said, "We'll all be able to see our families later." ”

The yellow-haired young man glanced up at me, barely squeezing out a smile.

Just as I was about to say something to liven up the atmosphere, I suddenly saw a number of prison guards walking up the stairs and standing at a certain distance.

It seems that the door is about to open.

Bang –

The bars of most of the cells were open, including those of the yellow-haired youth. However, I am not included.

Before I could react, I heard the curly-haired man on the other side scolding: "Damn, come again, I don't want to go!" He crossed his hands over his chest and stood far away from the cell door.

I noticed that when the door opened, almost none of the prisoners came out of their own accord.

The yellow-haired young man next to me also paced hesitantly by the door, his face full of confusion. He didn't show any excitement or anticipation at all, but instead seemed a little... Fear?

I watched this extraordinary situation in disbelief, and my mind was full of doubts. What happened to these prisoners? Shouldn't you cheer when you go to see your family, why do you seem to be going to the execution ground one by one? Also, why didn't my cell door open?

"Come out quickly!" Before I could ask, one of the prison guards next to me slammed his baton on the iron fence vigorously, and the sound of the bell was so sharp and piercing that it made people's hearts beat faster, "You bastards, do you have to invite me personally?" Be conscious, it's useless to hide! ”

I whispered to the yellow-haired young man, motioned for him to look at me, and then repeatedly gestured to him with the shape of my mouth, "Why don't you go?" But he just shook his head, then sighed, and was the first to step out of the cell door.

"Sir!" I couldn't help it, and shouted to the guard who was knocking on the fence, "Is my door out of order, why hasn't it opened?" I can't get out! ”

The guard came over and looked at me, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Go see my family! Isn't it Prison Visitation Day? I replied, shaking the iron fence vigorously.

The prison guard smiled contemptuously: "Don't you see that they are not willing to go out, and you still expect someone to come to visit the prison?" ”

It took me several seconds to understand the sentence, but I'm sure it's illogical.

"No," I wondered, "they don't want to, I do!" Let me out. ”

The guard stopped looking at me, and he began pounding on the fence again, urging the prisoners, while the other guards began to reach out and pull the dodging prisoners. It didn't take long for most of the prisoners to line up honestly and walk out with a look of reluctance.

I screamed in my throat, but no prison guards paid any attention to me, they all walked past me indifferently.

"," I scolded, kicking the fence desperately, "Neurotic! Let me out! ”

The other prisoners who had not opened their doors all looked at me as if they were laughing, some worried, and some simply sleeping with their heads covered.

After an hour of wallowing and whirling, I finally saw a familiar figure in sight.

"You're a real headache, cutie."

It was the nasty blonde prison guard who looked at me with a helpless look on his face.

"I'm going to see my parents and let me out!" I yelled at him.

He put a finger on the ear facing me and frowned, "It's all said, be like a man." ”

The iron fence in front of me suddenly opened, and he grabbed me and pulled me out. I tried to break free, but his strength was terrifying, bigger than the bald hunk of that day, and I couldn't move.

"What are you doing?" I struggled and roared, "Lynching again? ”

The blonde guard glanced at me coldly and continued to carry me forward, "If you continue to argue like this, it will affect my work, come with me to see the warden." ”

…

"Why don't you let me see my parents?" At this moment, I slapped the warden's table, and the spit flew to the table in front of him.

The warden listened quietly to my noise, then got up and made a cup of coffee, which he brought to me.

"You can't remember anything about when you were in a car accident?" He asked suddenly.

I was stunned for a moment, and the scene of the accident began to come back to my mind. Deformed cars, broken walls, and... Dead victims. This time, I moved closer to his face. The flesh and blood of the deformed facial features look like an abstract multicolored mottled oil painting. In addition to feeling scary and scared, for some reason I felt a little familiar.

I felt as if I knew the victim.

Buzz – there was a roar in the brain. The pain swept over me, and I held my head and curled up in a ball, and I immediately fell to the ground. It wasn't until the warden pulled me up that I felt my face fill with tears at some point. "I really miss them, Warden." I sobbed, feeling so vulnerable, "I know I made a mistake, but I—" If it weren't for that pesky blonde prison guard standing behind me, I would have wanted to cry out loud.

"Alright," the warden's voice was as kind as ever, "I know you're in pain, but..."

The phone on his desk rang suddenly, and our conversation was interrupted. The warden picked up the microphone and listened for a short while, and his face changed slightly. He glanced at the blonde guard, who left the office.

"Can't you really let me go see them?" I pleaded for the last time.

The warden didn't say anything, he was a little absent-minded. It took several seconds for him to realize that I was waiting for his answer.

"Well, maybe next time..."

His words came to an abrupt end here, because in the next second, the alarm went off.

"Damn it!" The warden cursed, and the shrill sirens made me barely audible to him. He looked at me and said, "Listen, you just stay here and don't go anywhere, I'm going to go out for a while." ”

"What's wrong?" I asked.

The warden didn't answer me, leaving me with a back, and he slammed the door shut.

I'm the only one left in the office.

I went to the windowsill and opened the blinds with my fingers, wanting to see what was going on outside.

From my vantage point, you can see a river outside the prison through the fence and barbed wire, but you can't see anything further afield. The fog was so thick that it blended in with the pale sky, making the whole world look a little cloudy.

What's going on? Feeling a little uneasy, I looked back at the office door.

If, if I run away now...

As soon as this thought came to mind, it startled me. You're crazy, you want to break out of prison? I said to myself, the maximum sentence for causing death or injury in a car accident is several years, and if you run away, you will be indefinite!

I took a few deep breaths and convinced myself to go back to my seat and continue to sit down. At this point, my eyes inadvertently fell on the telephone on the desk, and I couldn't take my eyes off it.

If you don't let me see my family, it's not too much for me to give them a call, right?

My heart was still struggling, but my hand had already picked up the handset, and I quickly dialed the familiar number, and then brought the phone to my ear tremblingly.

Toot – Toot –

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding so hard that my entire ribcage was shaking. I kept my eyes on the door, afraid that the warden would come back at this time.

"Hey"

The moment the voice came in, my heart skipped a beat, and it really passed.

But it wasn't my dad's voice. What's going on, how is it a stranger? I swear I've never dialed the wrong number!

The two ends of the phone fell silent, neither of us spoke again, except for the alarm still circling in our ears.

"Who are you?" I finally couldn't help but ask.

Just as I waited for him to answer, the door slammed open. As soon as I let go of my frightened hand, the phone fell on the table.

"Who are you talking to?" The warden asked sharply. I've never seen him so angry, and his features are even a little distorted.

"I—" I retreated into a corner at a loss, "I just want to give my family..."

The warden, apparently not intending to listen to my explanation, sighed and rubbed his index finger vigorously on his temples. After a while, he raised his head and said something unbelievable to me—

"You're going to get the devil."