Chapter 5: Prison Lesson 1

A little surprised, he didn't scold me for fooling him at the first time, but took out a lot of documents and asked me to sign them.

The documents belong to the Qian family, mainly the local company's authority transfer and other documents, after all, I am only in name now.

After signing the contract, lawyer Ruan said: "The old lady of the Qian family asked me to send you a message, the company's account cannot be opened to you, you can sign the relevant company documents, and your private account is unfrozen, and you can use it at will." “

This is a little unexpected, but it is also reasonable, which shows that my character in the heart of the old man of the Qian family has not collapsed, at least he has not fallen into the ground. Because private accounts are, after all, my personal property.

Yesterday I was still worried about what to do if I was penniless? But when I got the news today, I was half happy and half worried.

Having money has solved the problem of my tight hands at the moment, but at the moment, lawyer Ruan was listening to my conversation, knowing that I had money, and the police did not tailor to squeeze me dry.

Alas, nothing is good, take one step at a time.

When the work was done, Lawyer Ruan looked at me intently, and his eyes were different.

"What else?" I asked.

"Don't you know yourself?" Lawyer Nguyen asked.

Of course I know that I have fooled him, and it is normal for the teacher to ask for guilt.

Of course, I played dumb: "I don't know, please make it clear." ”

"You ——, I made a note of it." It is true that it is inconvenient to speak here, and Lawyer Nguyen knows it very well.

"We'll see each other again in the future, how can you forget me?" I said.

Lawyer Nguyen left in hatred.

When Lawyer Nguyen was sent away, the police came, and I expected it. The Lord who has come to drain my money.

I can only bleed in distress.

Because I was framed, I had no help, and the only one I could rely on was the police.

Conviction cannot be escaped, but how to provide evidence and how to prosecute is an important factor for the police.

There is one of them, there must be two of them, the police come one by one, and I can only send them one by one, and the words are the same, like a repeater. In addition to themselves, their own forwards should also take care of one and two.

It's just that I pity the money in my bank account, which is less than half, or I pretend to be poor and save it.

Fortunately, I had the money to open the way, and during my detention awaiting trial, I did not suffer any crimes, and I ate and drank so well that the eyes of the actual prisoners were blushing. I'm eating my own money, what are you doing with your eyes?

With these points, the trial and conviction is just a process. I was sentenced to manslaughter and sentenced to 10 years in prison.

I'm finally getting out of here and going to a local jail.

If you go to prison, you have to do something, so let's act when you have the opportunity.

The process of entering the prison is very simple, strip all your clothes, rinse them with a high-pressure faucet, and sprinkle some disinfectant powder, which is similar to the plot in the movie.

I took my belongings, of course, and returned them when I got out of prison, and I didn't have any personal belongings, I was only wearing underwear and was taken from my bed.

Thankfully, the bag was originally hidden in the bottoms, and now there is no such thing in the world, otherwise......

When the high-pressure faucet was flushing, someone gave me a few more glances, am I handsome?

Of course not.

I think I'm very handsome, my skin is naturally white and tender, it's a good skin bag for a pickle girl, and the slight fly in the ointment is my front chest, which is full of all kinds of scars, limited to my front chest, my back, white and flawless, slippery and hands.

Men, there are some scars on the body, I personally think it's sexy. Don't worry, I don't have any scars on my face, there are scars in my hair, and I don't have a small flat head, and my handsome hairstyle covers these scars.

It's a shameful thing, and it's also a process, my chrysanthemum was carefully looked at and looked at, and I poked it deeply with a ruler-long stick.

It really hurts, but it doesn't feel as bad as I thought it would. I can't describe it without expanding it.

At that moment, I actually had a divergent mind, whether or not human beings have to go to prison......

I scolded myself for being lewd, I am a decent person, how can I think like this.

Each person was given a set of prison clothes and necessary personal hygiene equipment, and I entered my cell, which was a large bunk that could squeeze more than a dozen people.

As soon as I entered the door, I felt the unfriendliness of everyone, and even when I greeted everyone, I still did not change their malicious attitude.

"Where did I sleep?" I asked cautiously.

No one answered me, and in my malicious eyes, I actually felt murderous.

Everything came without warning, everyone attacked me at the same time, and I had no way to escape in a cell of more than ten square meters, I could only be beaten, I could only hold my head tightly, desperately dodge, and shout for help at the same time.

Did it work? I don't know, there is no response, only the dull sound of my flesh and skin being hit, the back of my pride in my life, has broken the defense today, adding a lot of scars, my delicate skin, my flesh hurts, and my heart hurts even more.

Is this necessary? This is the rhythm that beats me to death. "Help—" I could only scream.

Maybe God has eyes, the police opened the cell door, and everything stopped.

My back was scarred and my head was bleeding, but fortunately, my face was well protected, the skin was not broken, and I was still handsome.

The policeman who entered the cell was the deputy warden who looked at me a few more times during the wash.

There was a disturbance, and everyone was taken to the warden's office.

The warden, very leisurely eating hot pot in his office, it seems that food has no borders, Southeast Asia is very hot, but it can't resist the temptation of food.

"Who's making trouble?" A piece of fat cow may have been burned a little, the warden asked with a slight slurred speech.

No one answered. "567, you answer." From now on, I had no name, only prison number 567, and I quickly replied, "No one is making trouble." ”

The warden was obviously not satisfied with my answer, and continued to ask, "What is the cause of your physical injuries?" ”

"I just entered the door and the floor slipped and I accidentally fell." I replied.

At this time, the deputy warden stepped forward and whispered in the warden's ear: "567 shouted for help just now. ”

The warden did not answer the soft whispers of the deputy warden, but continued to ask, "You know, I will only ask you once. ”

All the dozen or so prisoners replied in unison: "He accidentally fell." ”

"Very good, you come over 123." The warden commanded.

The prisoner, known as 123, had a meaty face and was muscular, and was clearly the leader of the gang.

He came to a stop at the warden's table.

The warden said very kindly: "Sit down and eat hot pot with me." ”

When had Prisoner 123 been treated like this, he sat down a little nervously, but he didn't dare to really share the hot pot with the warden.

"Let you eat hot pot, you want me to say it a few times." The warden spoke.

123 is also speechless, how to eat hot pot without chopsticks? He cautiously asked, "How to eat?" ”

"I'm going to teach you that, too." Saying that it was too late, the warden, with his chopsticks, picked up a piece of hot pot ingredients and stuffed it into 123's mouth as fast as lightning.

123 His face was bitter, and his food was hot, but the corners of his mouth were bleeding, because the warden's hand was very heavy, and the chopsticks were used as a weapon, and one of his front teeth was pierced.

123 Dare to spit out a broken front tooth? He didn't dare, and swallowed the blood and hot food, and his esophagus was afraid that it would also be blistered, and only he knew it. At this time, his face was expressionless, indicating that he was a ruthless person

The warden again turned to the prisoners present and asked, "What are the rules here?" ”

"Obedience!" The prisoners replied in unison.

"What else is there but obedience?" The warden asked again. "In addition to obedience, it is still obedience." The prisoners replied.

"Very good, 567, come over and eat hot pot with me."