As long as you have a heart in the number, you can always make a suitable sharp weapon, and it is not only the toothbrush handle that can sharpen the point

In the morning, Yang Glass arranged for me to weigh two people without accident, and said viciously: "Don't eat lunch if you don't do it" The others all cast sympathetic glances, and I pretended to be submissive and did not say anything. When I work, I am also very diligent, others make one, I can make two, three. Now I have to perform well to have a chance to gain the trust of Yang Glass, so as to get a chance to kill with one blow. Looking at my diligent appearance, Yang Glass showed a smug expression, obviously thinking that he had subdued me. After more than half an hour, I went to the toilet, pretended to be a large squatting in the pit, and then took out my toothbrush head and quietly rubbed it on the ground. In the morning, I squatted twice in the pit, not too many times, otherwise it would arouse suspicion, and every time I squatted in the pit, I would quietly grind the toothbrush head. The toothbrush head is made of plastic, so it is very easy to grind, one side is finished in the morning, and the other side is finished in the afternoon.

When it was time to eat at noon, Yang Glass repeated his old trick and knocked my plate to the ground again. I didn't say anything, silently picked it up and walked aside to eat. Halfway through eating, Yang Glass called me over and put a chicken leg on my plate.

"Thank you, Brother Yang."

Yang Glass nodded approvingly: "It's okay, brother said, as long as I have a bite to eat, you won't be hungry."

After eating, everyone began to work intensively again, not to mention that the detention center was full of small manual work, but it was quite boring to do, and it was easy to get physically and mentally exhausted. More than an hour later, I went to the toilet again, carefully grinding the other side. As soon as he came out of the toilet, Yang Glass said, "Wu Tao, come over for a while." ”

My heart hung in my throat, thinking he had found out what I was doing. Walking over, Yang Glass asked, "Why do you go to the toilet all the time?" ”

"It looks like I've eaten a bad stomach."

"Be careful," Yang Glass touched my stomach.

I smiled, and Yang Glass touched my thigh again, but I still didn't resist. Yang Glass was even more satisfied, and waved my hand to let me continue to live. I went to the toilet twice more throughout the afternoon and finally sharpened the toothbrush head. As we all know, the length of the toothbrush head is about three centimeters, and it is inconvenient to hold such a short thing in your hand, even if you stab someone, it will not cause much damage, so you have to make a surprise move, make a dangerous move, and stab it in a very vulnerable part.

Maybe it was because I had a good attitude, Yang Glass gave me another piece of chicken leg at dinner, and put his arm on my shoulder to talk giggled, touching my cheek from time to time, my stomach was nauseous, and several times I couldn't help but want to take out the toothbrush head to poke him, but I gave up because it was not the best time. I have to endure until the moment when the blow is sure to hit.

At half past 10 o'clock in the evening, the roll call was lined up, and after the end, they washed and rested. I knew that Yang Glass would still come, so I never fell asleep. Sure enough, when everyone's teeth grinding and snoring sounded, a footstep slowly came to my bed, and then a body burrowed into my bed. I leaned into his arms cooperatively, and Yang Glass was overjoyed, thinking that I had finally acquiesced, and took me into his arms, greedily touched my back, and a stinky mouth arched up my neck.

Now I took out the toothbrush head that I had prepared, firmly clamped the other end with my thumb and forefinger, and stabbed Yang Glass in the neck. In the dark night, only to hear the sound of "poof", Yang Glass screamed miserably, and then I hit a right hook punch, Yang Glass's body then turned under the bed, I was worried that he would make a comeback, so I quickly pounced and rode on his body, two fists left and right bowed, and beat down on his face. There was chaos in the trumpet again, and within a minute the police rushed to hear the news again, and as last time, the bright light of several flashlights came over, and then four or five police officers held me and Yang Glass down respectively. In the chaos, I saw a big pool of blood on the ground, and Yang Glass covered his neck and screamed.

After that, I was dragged out of the trumpet, and Yang Glass seemed to be seriously injured and sent to the infirmary by the police, while I was temporarily locked in a trumpet waiting to be treated. The so-called trumpet is an extremely narrow room, in which eating, drinking, and Lazar are all eaten. According to the national standard, the usable area of the confinement room shall not be less than - square meters, and the window shall not be less than 0B square meters. In addition, it is necessary to pay attention to moisture-proof and moisturizing, breathable and ventilated, etc., but whether you can do it or not is another matter. I have heard people say in the past that the treatment of prisoners is actually very good now, and confinement is confinement, and if you push it forward for another ten years, confinement is equivalent to lynching.

The small room I was locked up in was also clean, except for a welded iron bed, which was not covered with bedding, revealing a bare iron plate, and a urinal was placed under the bed. I sat on the bed, still clutching the toothbrush head in my hand, and the blood smeared my whole hand. I carefully hid the toothbrush head in my socks to prevent anything from happening later. Staying in the trumpet, even if there is no harsh lynching, the dark and enclosed space will make people desperate, this is a psychological deterrent and punishment, if there is no strong mental control, it is easy to fall into the madness of despair. What is Hopeless Madness? I remember watching a video on the Internet of a middle-aged man who was trapped in an elevator for a whole hour, and for the first few hours he was free to wait for rescue, and by the tenth hour, his spirit began to slowly break down, first walking around in the elevator restlessly, jumping and jumping, and then rolling around on the ground...... Later, he even took off his pants to blaspheme himself,, and smeared on himself. This is an example of driving yourself crazy alive in an enclosed space.

Fortunately, I am usually cranky, and sitting in the trumpet is right in my arms, and I especially enjoy this hard-won peace. I was lying on the bed, and the slats were rattling, but it was better than listening to the grinding and snoring. Before I knew it, I was slowly falling asleep. After some time, the iron door opened, and I was taken out. In the duty room, I told me what had happened at night, and I didn't plan to lie in front of these old fritters, and told them honestly that I was afraid of being poked in the asshole by that old glass. One of the police officers slapped the table vigorously and asked me what the situation is that you can't tell us. I sneered and said, "Tell you it works? I had a fight with Yang Glass at noon yesterday, and it doesn't matter if your people see it outside."

One of the policemen's expressions changed drastically, and he immediately said, "When you talk to the director, you are not allowed to mention this."

I looked at the panicked looks on a few of them, and I probably understood what was going on. It seems that the matter is not small, and the director will come to inquire in person later, so they will interrogate it in advance here to see if there is any unfavorable confession against them.

"Hey, I'm the worst liar." I'm not that stupid, if it's serious, I'll have to pull a few more pads.

"What the fuck are ......" one of the police officers couldn't hold back, as if he wanted to come and beat me, but was stopped by the other one.

"Yang Bing (Yang Glass's real name) is in a serious condition, you stabbed the aora with a toothbrush head, and he has just undergone surgery in the hospital, but he is not out of danger yet, and he may die at any time. If he dies, you will lose your life too, and we will all lose our jobs with him; If he hadn't died, your criminal liability would have been increased and we would have been punished. ”

"Oh, and then." I crossed Erlang's legs, and now I am in debt and don't weigh down, and I can't be bluffed by aggravating my criminal responsibility or anything.

The police officer glanced at me and continued: "The director came to ask, if you don't get involved with us, just say that it is a fight between the two of you, we will also help you do Yang Bing's work, and ensure that this matter is made into a small matter, and it will be digested inside our detention center, and you will not be punished in any way." ”

"What if Yang Glass dies?"

"We're out of luck together."

"Okay, deal." I'm not afraid that they will lie to me, and if this matter is big, it will still have to be decided by the court - if it gets to that point, then I don't need to hide them anymore.

After that, I was sent back to the trumpet. The next morning, the police first brought me good news, saying that Yang Glass was not dead, the director had come, and everything was going according to plan. I nodded, and followed him to the duty room, where the director was already waiting for me, and when he saw me, he said, "It's you." "I used to see Ye Yun and Dongzi when I lived with him, but I didn't expect him to remember me after so long.

I said, "Yes, hello director, I'm causing you trouble again." ”

After that, I told me what happened, and I didn't say that the police didn't care when Yang Glass beat me, but only that the old pervert wanted to stab my asshole in the middle of the night, and I couldn't bear it anymore so I stabbed him in the neck with a toothbrush.

"You've lived there before, and you have to report this kind of thing to the guards, how can you make tools to retaliate against others without permission?"

When the director said this, the police officer next to me winked at me. I lowered my head: "I know it's wrong

"You write a check first, and then wait for processing"

When the police escorted me back to the trumpet, I said, "I have done my best, and now it's up to you." ”

I lived in the trumpet for three days, and ordinary people would have already had a nervous breakdown, but I ate, slept, slept, and ate, and lived more freely than a fairy. The point is that the police officer was ashamed, not only did he send me quite good food, but he also secretly stuffed me with a radio.

Three days later, the director met me again and told me that Yang Bing had been discharged from the hospital, and that although my behavior was bad, fortunately I did not make a big mistake, so I did not report it to my superiors, and only gave me a serious warning in the institute - just like in school, the board was raised high, and then gently fell, turning over and over to fool the people around me.