To the left of Gao Liquan sat a skinny man in a striped prisoner's uniform. In the order of eating, he sat in this position all the time. On his chest, there was a number plate with a number. It seems to be ninety-seven or ninety-eight, or something else. Seriously, Gao Liquan had never paid attention to this, not even the thin man's gray-brown hair, and the face with a shrunken chin. Because it doesn't matter.

Now, almost all the prisoners have finished their porridge. This kind of thing is not difficult to judge. Hawkes had finished breakfast half a minute earlier, and was sitting there slowly moving his cheeks. This guy is dirty and certain habits are disgusting. He always took a big sip of water after the meal, but instead of swallowing it, he took the water in his mouth, encouraged his cheeks, and rinsed his mouth back and forth. When this is over, the dirty water, which is full of saliva, food scraps, and bad breath, will be swallowed by Hawks in its entirety. Gao Liquan instinctively felt disgusted by this kind of thing. Hawkes was very proud, and even proudly declared: this dirty mouthwash is his original simple and nutritious soup.

Every day, Gao Liquan has the urge to pick up the soup pot and smash Hawks's fat black face. However, today, the target of his attention has become the thin man sitting next to him.

It's almost time.

Gao Liquan turned around and glanced coldly at the thin man next to him.

This action immediately caught the attention of the thin man. After the murder in the gym, Gao Liquan has become a well-known figure in Songcheng Prison. And it's the kind that must not be provoked. Sitting next to a beast that could rage at any moment, the pressure on the thin man was really high. But there is no way, the seating order is arranged by the guards, and no one can exchange them. Even if it's a trap with knives stuck underneath, you still have to sit honestly and let your ass get pierced and bleed all over the place.

The thin man's shriveled face barely squeezed out a smile. He had read a book about human beings communicating with each other. As mentioned above, the best way to show your friendliness when you are facing someone who is hostile to you or who has never met a stranger is to smile.

The thin man believed that the book would not deceive himself. The author of the book is well-known and an authority on psychological research. It is said that this guy made a lot of money from such psychological research books.

After all, there is a gap between imagination and reality. Just when the thin man thought that what he had done was not negligent, he heard a cold and fierce voice from Gao Liquan's mouth.

"What the fuck are you talking about me?"

Gao Liquan roared without warning. He yelled at the thin man, grabbed him by the collar of his prisoner's uniform, and pulled him up from his seat. The poor thin man only felt that his mind was blank, and he didn't understand what Gao Liquan meant by those words, and he didn't know what he had done wrong. His face was pale, his eyes were shaking with nervousness and fear, and he was trembling and trembling.

Fights and brawls were a favorite pastime for the prisoners. Gao Liquan's sudden frenzy immediately attracted attention. Almost all of them stood up. Some watched with great interest, others asked loudly to find out what was going on. Others frowned or looked angry. Although they did not know what was going on between Gao Liquan and the thin man, it was clear that the provocateur was Gao Liquan in every way.

"Don't be afraid of that guy, he's a madman."

"Hey! Are you just going to let him do it? Do it, smash his balls! ”

"Beat him! Beat him up! ”

Voices of chaos converged from all directions. The thin man and Gao Liquan couldn't tell whether these words were said to themselves? Or is it for someone else? The thin man felt courage in these words. He opened his mouth, but said nothing. It's just that the courage of his right hand doesn't know where it came from, and he swung it vigorously at Gao Liquan's side cheek. With a gloomy sneer, Gao Liquan lowered his head slightly, letting the thin man's fist hit the hardest part of his forehead. This made everyone see that it was the thin man who attacked him first, and he had plenty of reasons to follow up.

"Scold me? And then hit me again? Are you looking for death? ”

Gao Liquan roared, grabbed the thin man's trouser belt with his left hand, lifted his whole person horizontally above his head, and slammed it on the table. This force was too powerful, like a meteorite falling from the sky, directly impacting the entire tabletop, knocking nearby spoons and plates everywhere, and splashing the leftover porridge in the soup bowl on many people. This immediately led to an even more intense battle. A prisoner with his head full of soup howled and pounced on him from across the table. Gao Liquan moved quickly, and directly dragged the thin man who was lying on the dining table moaning again, and let the fists flying from the opposite side hit him straight in the face. The thin man suddenly let out an earth-shattering howl, and his cheeks burst open, and a lot of blood flowed down his skin and onto his clothes.

The change in circumstances is somewhat surprising. Just as Gao Liquan threw the poor thin man who was injured aside, trying to jump over the table and teach the guy who dared to punch him a good lesson, he saw that Hawks had taken a step ahead and pulled the guy who was standing on one leg at the table over. The two men threw themselves on the ground, rolling back and forth. There were a lot of people around cheering, and there were also nimble guys who took the opportunity to gamble in the crowd, inviting bets from the prisoners. Hawkes has a very good style of play, and he is always spitting at his opponents. This extremely dirty weapon had an unexpected effect. Hawkes quickly gained the upper hand, sat on top of his opponent, and punched him half to death.

After a while, five or six more people surrounded Gao Liquan and began to beat him in groups. God knows exactly what their relationship is with the thin man. Maybe it's because he's angry that his butt is beaten by others, or maybe it's because he can't get used to Gao Liquan's tough and barbaric style. In short, the scene became more chaotic than before. A leading guy punched Gao Liquan's chin, Gao Liquan did not dodge, but followed the momentum of the opponent's fist, skillfully avoided most of the power, and then made a look of being knocked down by a heavy punch, rolled down, turned over the bar bench behind him, and got under the table.

This is the moment that Gao Liquan has been waiting for.

The table obscured the view of all onlookers, and Gao Liquan quickly grabbed a fallen fork under the table, tucked it into his boots with extreme agility, and pulled his pants down a bit, covering the slightly longer fork handle with the hem of his pants. He deliberately made the appearance of being injured, covered his middle fist with both hands, and rolled back and forth on the ground in great pain. After about half a minute, the armed guards finally came to their senses from the shock. Blowing sirens and waving clubs in their hands, they rushed over to disperse the fighting crowd.

One of the guards pulled Gao Liquan up from the ground, looked at him angrily for a few seconds, pushed him to the table, and yelled at him: "Clean up everything here." You damn troublemaker deserve to be whipped alive, and you shouldn't be fed at all. ”

On the floor and on the table, there were broken soup bowls and plates everywhere. The soup and gruel are mixed and turned into a sticky substance that is not visible in its original color. And the bread, because it's so hard, still retains its original state.

"You'd better get things figured out first, that guy provoked me first."

Gao Liquan muttered, his face full of resentment and resentment. He glared viciously at the thin man who was lying half-dead not far away, then straightened up, knelt on the ground, picked up the broken porcelain pieces, and collected all kinds of loose cutlery. While he was doing this, another guard came with a dining cart, took a metal basin from the frame, and told him to throw all kinds of garbage into it.

"We all know what kind of character you are."

The armed guard holding the metal basin looked at Gao Liquan with contempt: "This is not the outside, it is impossible for you to let everything happen by yourself." It doesn't matter if it's because of you or not, in short, you're involved. So, you don't have anything to eat tonight. By the way, if you continue to do these hateful things, you will stay here for the rest of your life and starve to death. ”

Gao Liquan seemed to be frightened by this last sentence. He stood there and thought for a few seconds, and his fierce and abnormal face gradually showed a dejected expression. The change is so obvious that it's impossible for anyone to see what it's all about. Just when the expressions of the armed guards softened slightly, Gao Liquan put a large pile of collected garbage into the basin again, and said in a low voice: "Okay, I apologize for my reckless behavior just now. I, in the future, I will try to manage my temper as much as possible. ”

Standing next to him, the armed guard who had been pointing a gun at Gao Liquan and was full of vigilance breathed a sigh of relief, moved the black muzzle away from him, and nodded: "This is like words!" A prisoner should be like a prisoner. It's not a tourist resort, and it's not a paradise. ”

"This guy is a."

The guard standing behind the cart looked at Gao Liquan coldly, and there was a hint of sarcasm on his rigid face: "He's just a dog." If it hurts, if it hurts, if it hurts, if we are hungry for a few more meals, he will never trouble us again. You have all seen that with just a piece of bread, he will become very easy to femdom and very obedient! Hahahaha! ”

All the armed guards began to burst into laughter.

Gao Liquan's face was expressionless, and the whole person looked gloomy and lost.

But in his heart, he was also laughing at these guys who didn't know anything about it.

"Who can have the last laugh, not necessarily! You damn bastards, I'm going to surprise you all and regret it! ”

……

The fork is in hand. But this kind of thing is still just a cutlery at the moment, and it cannot be called a weapon at all.

It is blunt, can only be used against food, and poses almost no threat to people, even ignorant. Gao Liquan carefully observed the hard-won trophy in his hand, and he had to sharpen the edge of the fork into a sharp edge. This needs to be done both front and back. In this way, it can be stabbed straight like an awl, or it can play the same role as a knife at critical times.

It's a very painstaking process that has to be done with care. Never before has he been so deeply grateful to Hawkes for his terrible snoring that was equivalent to an earthquake. God knows why this guy is sleeping so well? Maybe this guy was born to be a lazy pig reincarnation. Gao Liquan spent several nights working secretly in private. The walls of the cell were hard granite, and he had been grinding the handle end and front of his fork back and forth on the wall at night. Gao Liquan was very careful when doing this, and deliberately found a brick under the bed, so that no one would inadvertently see those dense scratches. The fork rubbed against the wall loudly, but it was completely drowned out by the louder Hawks purring. This guy's snoring was so terrifying that even the guards didn't want to walk around this cell.

Perhaps, it is the answer to the saying: everyone has their own strengths. It's up to you how you discover it, how you use it.

Gao Liquan lay on the bed, leaning sideways, keeping an eye on the movement outside the door at any time, while pressing his hand on the long handle of the fork. This position had been ground into a spike by him, perfect for piercing the throat, lungs, or trachea.

It took him more than a week to get the fork into the shape he wanted. Although this thing is small and crude, it is obvious that it has become an extremely lethal weapon.

No one found a problem with the forks. Neither the kitchen nor the armed guards noticed a discrepancy in the amount of cutlery recovered. Perhaps, they have never paid enough attention to this issue.

Mr. Gao began to turn his attention to other areas.

The elevator is located in the hallway to the side of the cell. Gao Liquan has been silently observing and found that most of the time, the elevator stops at the bottom or top floor of the prison. Only during meals, exercises, and bathing times will it stay at the cell level. At that time, there was always a large number of armed guards and other prisoners present. That's a lot for a successful jailbreak. Gao Liquan repeatedly warned himself that he had to find a way to get the guards to call the elevator at another time. Preferably, there are only one or two people on site. At the same time, they had to find a way to get them to open the other cell doors. Only when a large number of other prisoners show up will the situation become chaotic and you will have more opportunities.

This is undoubtedly a very difficult thing to do.

Over the next two months, Gao Liquan seemed to be a different person. He was silent and no longer spoke to other people. I also never talk to people during mealtime every day. When I'm in the gym, I'm very calm, even though I'm angry at the sandbag. Even when someone came over to discuss changing hands and playing with punching bags, he always left in silence.

He became more and more terrifying. At least, in the eyes of the prisoners.

Some people also thought about finding trouble with Gao Liquan. For example, the thin man, and the prisoner accomplice he killed earlier. Something like this happened over the course of several months. Some are in the showers, some are in the gym, and some are on the top floor of the prison when the wind is out. Gao Liquan is shrewd, he always stays where the prison cameras can capture it, or can be seen by patrolling armed guards. Although the provocateurs also formulated a series of retaliation plans against him, they were always beaten half to death on the spot by Gao Liquan, and there is enough evidence that he is definitely not the one who took the initiative to provoke him.

Caretaker Lasquez is not a fool. He is very evidence-oriented. The changes in Gao Liquan's body, Lasquez saw all of them. The old warden did not think that he was a crazy murderer, and he was able to understand the friction and hatred between the prisoners. He didn't treat Gao Liquan specially, nor did he let go of those guys who took the initiative to come up and cause trouble. Over time, Gao Liquan became an extremely arrogant Cunzài in Songcheng Prison. The armed guards were no longer wary of him, and the prisoners snubbed him, not even to talk to him.

Marginalization, this is the result that Gao Liquan wants.

Only by making yourself invisible will no one be aware of your own existence. This kind of thing is common on the planet in peacetime. Taking a unit as an example, it is divided into two kinds of people: one is hardworking and willing to work, and the other is a foreign worker who goes to work every day and is unwilling to do anything. Of course, the leader can indeed curb the latter by means such as wages. But there are also smart people among the lazy. They always put off the work they are handed over, and if they can't put it off, they just do it casually. Anyway, the person who is waiting for it is the leader of the unit, not himself. Again and again, the temper and patience of the leader will no longer be there, and he will turn to leaving these things to others. Whenever this happens, the slacker community will be further divided. If you are a greedy and stupid slacker, you will find the leader to quarrel for benefits such as overtime pay and bonuses, and finally leave an extremely deep impression on the leader's mind. In the end, not only will you lose all kinds of benefits, but you will also bring yourself a series of terrible troubles such as layoffs.

If you were a smart slacker, you wouldn't have done it. They don't say a word, walk lightly, and don't talk loudly even on a regular basis. When I have a meeting, I always sit in the last row, or in the darkest corner, so that no one is aware of my existence. This is the highest level of invisibility and marginalization. You can do nothing, say nothing, but your name will not be erased from the files of the Labor and Personnel Bureau. When the unit's finance pays the monthly salary, you still have a share, you only need to smile every day, and then one or two people see that they are at work, and then they disappear far from the sight of the leader. Let him not see you, can't think of you, and won't use you to do things, but when he sends money, he will always have your share. I580