Ding——

The bell rang again, but this time the prisoners were noticeably less excited.

"It's time to move your muscles again!" The yellow-haired youth seemed to stretch, and there was a hint of reluctance in his tone.

I was curious and asked, "What is this for?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the radio sounded at the right time: Attention all prison guards, it is the working time of the prisoner's factory, please maintain order on the scene...

But the iron fence in front of me did not open.

I couldn't help but feel a little anxious as I watched the other inmates stretch out of their cells and walk out one after another. The yellow-haired young man had apparently noticed the anomaly on my side as well, and he had a puzzled look on his face. I asked him with a lip in cheek, and he just shrugged his shoulders with his hands outstretched.

"Rub what, sharp!" The prison guard saw that the yellow-haired young man was walking a little slower, and when he went up, he gave a rude push.

"Sir!" I hurriedly stopped him, "Why didn't my door open?" ”

The moment the prison guard turned his head, his face changed to a kind expression, as if his face had changed. This extremely unnatural performance made his facial features appear particularly stiff, like a marionette.

"You don't have to work. Let's rest! The guard replied with a false smile and said that he was leaving.

Immediately, there were bursts of boos and inverted colors from the opposite side, and many prisoners, led by the curly-haired man, looked at the prison guard with disdain.

"Shut up!" The prison guard viciously drew his baton and shook it as a warning.

"I don't want to rest, sir." I hurriedly stopped him, "Please let me go to work too, okay?" ”

I don't want special treatment. To be honest, I didn't feel comfortable with the privileges I received from this prison, and I already felt isolated by the inmates. Except for the yellow-haired youth, almost everyone treated me like a freak, which was not a good feeling at all.

"Hmm.." The prison guard looked a little overwhelmed, but finally nodded, "In that case, then you can follow me!" ”

Suddenly, the iron fence opened.

…

Maher Prison is divided into five wards, and the yellow-haired youth said, "We are in the fifth ward." When I asked him what the differences were, he said that he only knew that they were independent of each other, and that they had different food, work, and entertainment. "Actually, since I came here, I haven't seen any prisoner in another ward." The yellow-haired young man said. He also told me that in addition to the general cell area, each cell also has a felon cell area, which houses some felons. Felons are not allowed to let off steam, nor do they have to work.

…

The factory in the fifth supervision area is responsible for assembling communication equipment, and it is said that it is the cleanest and easiest of all the production lines. The prisoners come every other day, and each of them must complete the work assigned to him on time, and if he is lazy or passive, he will be beaten and scolded at least and locked up in confinement.

I followed the prison guards and followed the flow of people to the factory. The prisoners quickly took their positions and began to work in an orderly manner. There was not a trace of discussion or joke in the factory, except for the roar of the machines, and the atmosphere became serious.

"Do you want me to help you?" I walked up to the yellow-haired young man and watched him assemble it a few times, and the process seemed to be quite simple, so I offered to give him a hand.

Who knew that he shook his head like a rattle, covered the equipment in his hand and said, "Don't don't, this is my job, you can't mix it." His expression was tense.

I laughed: "As for it, I just want to lighten your burden, and I don't want to rob you of your money." ”

But he didn't laugh.

For the first time, I read a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

The mood changed suddenly, and I restrained my smile and stepped away a bit. The yellow-haired young man didn't say anything more, lowered his head and continued to work.

I looked around, and the prisoners were all immersed in their work, and the expressions on everyone's faces were a little indifferent. Occasionally, someone looked up at me, and the look in their eyes was indescribably alienated, even rejected.

I suddenly felt out of breath.

"I'm a little unwell, can I go back to my cell?" I walked up to the guards and asked tentatively.

The prison guard looked at me a little nervously: "Do you want to take you to the infirmary?" ”

I was about to say no, but a thought flashed through my mind, and I paused for a moment and nodded, "Okay, I'm in trouble." ”

…

The infirmary is close to the fence and is not a big place. After sending me in, the prison guards were standing guard outside the door.

The purity of my eyes quickly calmed my mind, and I sat in my chair and looked around, looking for my goal.

"What's wrong?" The doctor was wearing a mask, and her voice sounded slurred.

"Are there no other patients here?" I asked.

The doctor frowned, obviously confused by my question, but replied, "No." ”

"Didn't you send a bald head with a particularly serious injury yesterday?" I was overwhelmed, but immediately realized that I was too excited, and quickly lowered my voice and explained, "He's my friend, and I'm worried about him." ”

"Oh, that's it," the doctor snapped, "and he's sent to the felony quarter." ”

"What?" I stood up, "Why?" ”

The doctor looked at me strangely: "He is very unstable and belongs to dangerous elements, so naturally he should be locked up and guarded closely." Excuse me to sit down. ”

"He's dying, how can he be a dangerous person? How can you do this! I couldn't calm down any longer, and called out to the doctor.

"What's wrong?" The prison guard outside the door was alarmed, and he opened the door to ask.

The doctor didn't speak, just looked at me. I gasped, slowly lowered my hand, and walked out of the infirmary without looking back.

…

Back in the cell area, none of the prisoners have returned. Without saying a word, I walked into my cell, undressed and jumped into bed, ready to sleep.

The prison guard outside the fence spoke: "It's not bedtime, you can go to the recreation room." ”

"I don't want to go!" I answered him angrily through the quilt.

Wait a minute! Recreation room?

I rolled over and rushed to the fence and called out to the guards who were about to leave: "Is there TV to watch?" Is it possible to watch the news? ”

The guard turned to look at me: "There's a TV." But the fiber is broken, so there is no TV signal. ”

What a prison break! Isn't it a state level 1 prison?

"When will it be fixed?" I looked dissatisfied.

"I don't know." The prison guard replied, "Still, there's no news to see, this world.." He muttered and left.

I sighed and went back to bed.

…

When the prisoners returned, it was already night. They all looked tired, one by one listless, and even the curly-haired man who usually likes to joke people the most looked disgraced.

The yellow-haired young man also looked tired, did not greet me as usual, did not hear him chatting with his roommate, and threw himself on the bed as soon as he entered the cell.

I'm a little depressed. I wonder if what I do in the factory today is not appropriate, because the prisoners are paid for their work. Perhaps, my so-called help will make him understand that he wants to rob him of his payment?

So, when everyone was lying in bed and the surroundings were quiet, I knocked on the fence.

After waiting for what seemed like a century, he finally answered me.

"Today's business," I paused, "I'm sorry. ”

"It's okay." The yellow-haired youth's voice sounded weak.

"You know what? They actually put bald heads in the felon cell area! It's so inhumane, he is so seriously injured, he is not released on medical parole and confined, he simply doesn't treat prisoners as human beings! "I'm angry when I talk about that.

"Leave him alone, listen to the warden." The yellow-haired young man's voice was not emotional, and he didn't seem interested in the matter, and then he stopped talking.

I knew he was tired, but I really needed to communicate with people right now, so I continued: "I wanted to watch the news today, but the guard told me that the fiber was broken! ”

"Oh," said the yellow-haired youth, "the fiber is broken. I haven't watched TV in a long time here, why do you want to watch the news? ”

"It's a boring day! You don't want to know what's going on out there? ”

The yellow-haired young man did not answer for a long time, and when I almost thought he was asleep, he spoke again: "They all say that the outside world is terrible, and it is better to be here in peace!" ”

The world is complicated, but it's not terrible. I understand that most of the prisoners do not fit in and cannot fit in, so they have this illusion.

"I can't be here for the rest of my life!" I tried to persuade him, "You have to go back outside." ”

"I've almost forgotten the outside world." The yellow-haired youth said in a low voice.

Noticing a sad smell in the air, I sighed softly and went back to bed to end our conversation.

"Tomorrow is Prison Visitation Day." The yellow-haired young man's voice suddenly sounded again, "You miss the outside world so much, don't you feel happy to hear this news?" ”

Can I see my parents tomorrow? I couldn't believe this sudden happiness, and for the first time after coming to prison, I had hope for the future. I really have a lot to say to them, and a lot of questions to ask them.

Want to know when I'll be able to go out? And also... What happened to the family of the man I hit and died?

Tonight, destined to be sleepless.