I admit that I don't understand the "prison culture". I thought it was going to be a clash between the prison guards and the inmates, but as the prison guards led their colleagues to the second floor, the inmates all fell silent.

This kind of transformation is so fast, but I can't accept it coldly.

Iron Donkey and I all stood at the door of the prison and watched, the prison guards had strained faces, they didn't look silly at all, and others were really keen, don't look at the root of this trouble not long after entering the prison area.

He went straight to the third cell on our right. Iron Donkey and I were confined by the prison door and couldn't go out to check, which made Iron Donkey look regretful and regretful.

I don't think it's enough for a prisoner to take the lead in singing a song to make the iron donkey have such a big abnormality, it's too big.

I pulled the iron donkey, which means to ask him, what the hell is wrong with this song?

The iron donkey put his mouth to my ear and whispered, "Chen Shiyu's people!" ”

I understood it in my head as if I had electricity.

I wanted to say something to Iron Donkey, but I didn't have a chance. After the prison guard and his colleagues passed, one of the prison guards deliberately took a few steps behind and stopped in front of the door of our cell.

This prison guard didn't look very hideous, but a half-inch-long scar fell from the corner of his eyebrows, which invisibly made him quite vicious. He also grabbed his right hand on the railing of the cell door.

I noticed that there was only one knuckle left on the thumb and forefinger of his hand. I guess he was wounded, cut with a sharp object.

I didn't know what the severed finger prison guard meant, and looked at me and the iron donkey coldly. We are only one door away from him, and it doesn't mean anything to look at him so closely. The iron donkey took a few steps back, and I followed the iron donkey.

This kind of behavior of ours can be regarded as keeping a certain distance from the severed finger prison guards.

This eerie and calm atmosphere lasted for about a cigarette. I guess the prison guard must have entered the third cell on my right hand and whispered to the inmate who was the first to stir up the song.

After that, the prison guard came out of the cell and shouted to all the inmates in the entire prison area, "You are here to atone for your crimes, we policemen work in the prison to support our families." It's not easy for everyone, if you have any requirements, put them forward, I will say something on behalf of my brothers, as long as it is not excessive, I will do my best to meet you. But remember, don't make it difficult for us, or the 'family law' will serve. ”

There was no prisoner answering, but this silent silence could be regarded as a kind of acceptance and recognition.

The prison guards shouted to close the line, and the policemen retreated to the gate of the prison area on the first floor. The guard paused slightly as he passed by the cell door of me and the iron donkey.

I noticed that his ear poked a little into the cell door, as if he wanted to hear something from us. But neither I nor the iron donkey opened our mouths.

He turned his head to look at the two of us, smiled a little, and strode away.

I guess the guards wanted to know if we would compromise and give him some favor after an afternoon of consideration. I didn't feel much of his behavior, but the iron donkey frowned and walked to the prison door.

When the police had evacuated, I saw many of the prisoners in the cells gathered at the gates of the cells, just like iron donkeys. They have different expressions, some are indifferent and some are excited.

I haven't finished my meal yet, and I don't care about the attitude of the other prisoners, I just want to fill my stomach as much as possible.

I was going to eat again, but the iron donkey stood at the door of the prison until the plate we had finished eating was taken away, and he did not move.

I'm quite puzzled, my heart said what's wrong with Brother Donkey? What kind of temper is this? And isn't he tired standing like this? I couldn't look past him, so I came to him and persuaded him.

The iron donkey replied to me, "Warm up in a while, tonight is not peaceful!" ”

I didn't quite understand what that meant, and the iron donkey didn't explain much. After that, he got on the top bunk and did push-ups on top of it.

The beds in the prison are very simple, to put it bluntly, a thin mattress is spread on top of a large wooden board, and the iron donkey is originally large.

It's better to say that it was better to make a few noises, but it kept ringing, and I suddenly realized a question, what would I think if this sound was heard by the other cells? Don't get me wrong.

I wanted to persuade the iron donkey to do push-ups and do it on the ground, but the ground here is not clean, and I can't say anything until I reach my mouth.

Under normal circumstances, with the physical strength of the iron donkey, it would not be a problem to do one hundred and eighty push-ups, but this time he mastered the scale, only did thirty, and then lay flat on the bed, doing some leg lifting, leg kicking and moving limbs.

I can see that through this series of movements, he keeps his body elastic in the best condition.

I also want to learn from him, but the problem is that my physical strength is not as good as his, if I study a full set of photos, I can't do it and wait for the warm-up to finish, and my physical strength will be almost consumed.

I also have other tricks, using the same theory as physical education class when I was in school, standing in front of the bed to press my legs, stretching my waist, and so on.

After a few more hours, the lights went out in the entire cell. I remembered taking a sleeper train, and the lights went out at nine o'clock, and I guess the lights went out here meant the same thing, and I wanted us people to sleep.

In fact, I said in my heart that I was disgusted that others forced me to sleep, even if I used to work in the police station, or go with Jiang Shaoyan to solve special cases, I am also used to sleeping when I am sleepy.

But there was no entertainment in the cell, and there was nothing to do without sleeping after the lights went out. I could only lie on the bed helplessly, closing my eyes and recuperating.

The iron donkey would snore if he really fell asleep, but I didn't hear him snoring that night. I don't know how long I stayed up, but finally I fell asleep and I gradually fell asleep. When I came to prison, I was not used to sleeping, and the quality of my sleep was not high.

But all of a sudden, I heard countdown voices from all over the cell, five, four, three, two, one, and so on.

I woke up, especially not knowing what was happening, so I looked out of the cell door, but it was too dark for me to see clearly. The iron donkey didn't sleep, and then he reminded me to be careful.

I slept under him, and I looked up at him, and it was still too dark to see anything, but all of a sudden, the light in the cell flashed and came on.

Not only that, but the lights were lit in the cells and even in the entire cell.

All of a sudden, as in the daytime, there was a buzzing sound from our cell door, and it opened.

I was stunned, and my heart said what was going on? Could it be that there is something wrong with the control system in the prison area? In this way, if the prisoner escapes out of the air, won't it be a big escape from prison as a whole?

I stopped lying down, so I hurried to the door of the cell and took a look. The prison gate was not opened. The iron donkey was no longer lying down from the top bunk, and a carp jumped down and, like me, leaned around the cell door to keep an eye on the movements.

The reaction of the other cells was different, some gathered at the prison door, some walked out unscrupulously, and they seemed to be used to this kind of sudden opening of the cell door in the middle of the night.

Those who had left the cell door all went down and gathered in the hall on the first floor.

The third cell on our right, where four people lived, all came out. I looked at it from a distance, and three of the four prisoners had another prisoner in the middle.

The three prisoners are quite strong, and at first glance they are the masters who can fight, and the prisoner who is protected is a short man, estimated to be less than 1.7 meters, at least half a head shorter than the three prisoners around him, but in comparison, he is more burly. Especially his chest and back.

He has a bulging chest, well-developed chest muscles, and a little convex through the prison uniform, and I guess if I bring him a bra, at least a or B cup.

Besides, his back looks a little hunched at first glance, but this is just a visual error, and it should be more caused by too much muscle.

I once heard a friend from the police station say that this kind of person with an extremely uncoordinated body is either a disabled person, or a person with kung fu and high skills. I guess this dwarf falls into the latter category.

A similar situation occurred on the other three floors, where a thin man was embraced by several burly prisoners and walked towards the hall on the first floor.

From the point of view of the bones of this thin man, there is nothing special about it, but his walking posture invisibly reveals a kind of style.

Based on the information I have, I can guess a conclusion, this muscular short man should be a cold hand who has been a soldier, and this thin man should be another big man in Prison B - a drug lord.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart, and said that tonight's prison area was an anomaly with lights on and a prison door open, which turned out to be not an anomaly, but a gift from the prison guards to these two big guys.

They're going to solve the gang problem here tonight!