Friday.

Heavy rain, humidity 78%, real-time temperature 22°C, air pressure 1093hPa, air quality: medium, ultraviolet intensity: medium.

The weather forecast scrolls back and forth on the big screen in the cafeteria.

Rain and high winds have a great impact on farmland and mine operations, and the dangers of rainfall, collapses, and landslides are everywhere. There is no option to take time off work here, get to work on time and leave work on time, regardless of the weather.

After the real-time weather is displayed, it is a forecast for each hour of the day. After 12 o'clock, the rain is expected to gradually decrease.

There was a long queue at the door of the weaving workshop.

Very long queues.

There is no end in sight.

Each workplace has a maximum number of attendees, and once the upper limit is reached, the punch machine stops working.

Those who did not go in had to choose other places of work.

However, the last shift time at each duty station is 8 o'clock.

If you don't arrive at your next location by 8 a.m., you'll miss an hour – an hour if you're 1 minute late or 59 minutes late.

Many people didn't even eat breakfast.

It was only 7 o'clock, and a large number of prisoners had already entered the weaving workshop one after another.

The people at the back of the line don't know how many prisoners have entered before, and even if they know the upper limit of the number of people who can punch in, they can't accurately estimate whether they are in the safe zone.

The atmosphere began to burn.

A lot of people were fidgety, and there was a lot of shouting in the ranks.

Someone made a mess.

It seems to be because of the queue cut.

It's coming to Zhang Chi soon.

There were 10 more people.

9 ......

8 ......

7 ......

At this time, five people walked in the direction of the cafeteria, and walked straight to the front of the line without going around the back of the line.

Cut.

The person in first place didn't say anything, but the person in third place began to come forward with the theory that as long as they were at the top, everyone would be five places behind. No one knows when the punch card will stop working. No one wants to go to the mines and farmlands - especially the mines, and the Xenigs have to choose the mines, which are much more dangerous than the farmland.

They fought, to be precise, unilaterally beaten.

There was a sound of discussion in my ears.

"The man who is a justice ......"

"They've always been like this......"

"Idiots, how dare you provoke them."

“…… It's a newcomer......

"He's finished, Sunday, wait to see his body."

Then came the laughter of schadenfreude.

The man in third place was dragged out of the line, he was a green badge - not killed, but with a blue nose and swollen face. Now he can't even keep the third position - Zhang Chi turned his head to look at him and found that he was a little familiar. I think I saw it last time I worked in the mines. But she couldn't remember exactly what the number was.

Five people inserted into the line, clocked in turn, and after two minutes, it was finally the turn of the person who was first in line at the beginning, and he stretched out his bracelet and swiped it on the punch card machine embedded on the right side of the door-

Drip. Passed.

Scan the signage – pass.

Then it was his turn to be the one behind him.

Drip. Passed.

Scan the signage – pass.

To the third -

He stretched out his bracelet, and almost everyone in front of him was staring at his movements, and this time, no matter how he stroked, the punch card machine didn't go off. His face lost its color in an instant. At this time, the voice of the announcer connected to the punch card machine came out—

"Please note: the number of people has been reached."

"Please note: the number of people has been reached."

"Please note: the number of people has been reached."

After three broadcasts, the green light on the punch card machine went out.

There was a second of silence in the procession. Then they dispersed.

Zhang Chi stood in the middle, surrounded by a crowd of people who were going against the current, she looked at the punch card machine and silently counted a few counts-

Depend on.

She could have gone in.

*

The outside of the mine is overgrown with weeds, the rain carries the gravel and flows slowly, the big iron gate at the entrance is blown by the wind, and the clods of soil on the top of the mountain are falling down, smashing into the pit and dissolving into turbidity, and the mine is winding and twisting, and the bottom is not visible.

On a rainy day, the lead-gray sky is heavy like a thick quilt, strangling people's necks, and the more they move, the more they are out of breath.

Working in the depths of a mine is very dangerous.

There are no signposts, no precise references, and in the deepest holes, it is said, there are underground rivers and some dangerous aquatic creatures - which has been repeatedly emphasized in the class. Each prisoner tried to gather at a crowded fork in the road a little closer to the exit - there was no chance of laziness, but it was relatively safer.

When there are more people, there are more people chatting.

After chatting for a while, someone asked-

"Who is the Chief Justice?"

Many of the people gathered in the cave were unlucky people who didn't enter the weaving workshop in the morning, and there were many newcomers who didn't even realize that they had to go to the weaving workshop early on a rainy day.

At this moment, the person who was talking next to him also stopped.

The noisy background sound pressed the pause button in an instant, and the sound of "ticking" and "ticking" in the hole suddenly became clear, and the questioner thought that he had said something wrong, and when he thought of the green chapter that had been beaten in the morning, he trembled, and immediately lowered his head, pretending that nothing had happened.

Everyone gradually withdrew their gaze. At this moment, someone said, "The Chief Justice is not a person. ”

And all the people looked up at him.

The headlights on everyone's heads focused instantly, just like the appearance of a star, illuminating his attention.

The face is gone, but the sign on the body is very clear.

012。

"." 012 covered his eyes, "Hurry up and turn off the lights!" ”

Smack - everyone turned off the lights on their heads.

It was pitch black in the mine. Only the lamp on 012's head remained, like a flashlight. Weak and stubborn.

"......," 012 added, "a few more lights." ”

After adjusting it for a while, the lights finally fell into place, and because of this movement, the prisoners who were working in a distant place just now also gathered around.

Including Zhang Chi.

"Are you from Sanjin City?" 012 asked. No one in the crowd responded. 012 nodded, "That's no wonder ......"

012 said that the chief justice is the largest black state in Sanjin City, the silver republic, and the government has been cleaning up the "chief justice" for decades, and has arrested many people one after another, all of whom are felons, and were sent directly to the garbage island after being sentenced.

However, the chief justice has been entrenched in Sanjin City for a long time, and even infiltrated the local judicial system, so every time there is a big move from above, the chief justice will be notified in advance, in short, over the past few decades, the power of the chief justice has not only not weakened, but has annexed many small local black states, successfully making Sanjin City one of the most notorious cities in the Silver Republic.

881 raised his hand.

012 raised his chin: "Say." ”

881: "With so many people arrested, is it still the biggest black state?" ”

012 held the mine shovel with one hand, stepped on a large raised stone with one foot, and pulled the corners of his mouth: "It's not the mastermind who caught it - these are all top bags." No one is going to give up the top people - the black state is much more ruthless than the government. ”

012 paused, "However, I've heard that there were a few years when the government changed, and the justices were arrested by a group of elites, and they suffered heavy losses, and they almost finished playing. ”

"But the mayor, the councillor, the sheriff who participated in the arrest...... All dead. Shooting, poisoning, kidnapping, bombing...... Including their families - as far as I know, none of them are alive. ”

"This is the real Black State. Sanjin City is already completely the territory of the justices. ”

"Anyone who goes against the justices will not end well."

The government is the greatest guarantee of citizens' rights and social security, and if even the violent organs of the government cannot compete with the black state, then what will the black state become?

The black state became the government.

The "spiritual parents" that hang over everyone's head.

From birth to death, from every bite of food you eat, to your education, the street you live in, the shop you shop, the place you work, the place you play, you are constantly swayed by this belief-

An unstable life is the norm. We can only pray that the next one is not ourselves.

No one spoke in the cave for a long time.

Zhang Chi asked: "Why is it called the Chief Justice?" ”

012's voice quickly changed tone: "What? ”

Zhang Chi: "Why is this black state called a justice?" ”

012 was speechless: "...... I don't know? They didn't invite me when they founded it. ”

Zhang Chi: "......"

The study committee member said: "However, this is not the Sanjin Market. ”

Sanjin City is the territory of the justices, but the garbage island is not.

012 snorted coldly: "People have a big business. ”

Study Commissioner: "......? ”

"Whether it's the camp or the outside – I mean the real garbage island, there are justices, organized and disciplined, and it's very different from our stragglers. No one has gone out of the way after provoking the justices. Like that idiot this morning, I can assure you that he won't survive next Monday. ”

881 blurted out, "Why?" ”

012 smirked: "Because Sunday is a free day." ”

On the day of free activities, killing is not only not illegal, but also rewarded.

*

By noon, the rain had subsided. The sun peeked through the thick dark clouds, and the brilliant golden glow carefully sprinkled on the fields, flower beds, and wet rooftops. The wind blew across the earth, the young grass swayed out of the dirt, and the air was filled with the fragrance of dirt and trees.

The dripping rain is still burrowing into the mud pit.

"Papa", "Papa", "Papa"——

The shoe stepped into the mud, lifted and fell. All the inmates in the field began to walk towards the cafeteria.

Before entering the cafeteria, all inmates must wash their shoes in the public showers – the warden is said to be a cleanliness man. The prison director rarely goes to the prisoner's room, or to the place of production, and usually, he only appears in the office building and the canteen.

Both premises must be kept clean and tidy 24 hours a day.

There were even people in the shower room who took a shower.

The soap and shower gel in the cafeteria are more than much better than in the public showers in the dormitory. Everything here is a lichen tone. Sandalwood, vetiver, bergamot...... Mix it up. Restrained, elegant, cold. It is said that it is because the prison warden likes it.

The shower room is divided into two types: public and private, which are two different entrances, and there is a queue at the door of the single room, and there is no queue in the public shower, and the prisoners who have taken a bath come out of the shower room wiping their hair. The smell of the air is indistinguishable.

Kind of like a pet. Wearing the clothes bought by the owner, full of the smell of shower gel that the owner likes, and locked up in the owner's room.

The only difference is that these pets are not cute at all.

It's also a little disgusting.

Zhang Chi withdrew his gaze from a prisoner who came out with his ass buckled.

By 12:30, there were fewer and fewer people in the single shower.

Next one is her.

Unlike public baths, the entrance to the single shower room is closed, and there are separate rooms inside, but the rule is not to wait outside the private rooms - no one wants to be ambushed at such a time, this is the default rule for everyone, and everyone is used to keeping their distance here. Whenever the gate is opened, a person comes out of it, and a person enters outside.

There was footsteps inside, and the door lock turned—

The door opened, and Zhang Chi was stunned for a moment.

It's a muscular man of 503. Wearing boxers, his head is almost up to the door frame, his upper body is completely naked, and his extremely developed biceps and trapezius muscles are only at the height of his chest, and when he looks at the past, he is about to burst out of his chest and abdominal muscles.

It's not a double-door refrigerator, it's a double-open large iron door.

He had clothes hanging from his left wrist and a conspicuous red badge on the back of his hand. There is also a tattoo on the forearm of the right hand -

A scale.

The muscular man and Zhang Chi looked at each other for a second, passing by without any communication. Zhang Chi didn't take a shower, she only rinsed her shoes and washed her hair—a lot of mud and rain sticking together. When I came out, there weren't many people left.

The muscular guy hasn't gone yet. Just standing at the door.

This time, from a distance, you can clearly see the difference between him and the others—other normal prisoners. His upper body muscles are too developed, his head is lined with extremely small, his skeleton is very long, and his lower limbs cannot be elongated horizontally to the state of proportional to the muscles of his upper limbs in any way, compared to others, he is too strong, strong enough to give people a sense of humanoid horror. A word suddenly popped out of Zhang Chi's mind-

Kangaroo.

Upper limbs without muscle growth limitations.

A kangaroo-like person.

“082。”

Zhang Chi took two steps out, and it took a while to react, this is her code.

Turning his head, the muscular man clasped his hands to his chest and looked at her with a smile.

"Something?" Zhang Chi faced the muscular man, his hands hidden behind him, and his fists were accumulating—after so many days of practice, she could almost accurately grasp the trick of exerting power.

The muscular man raised his eyebrows: "Don't be so nervous, I'm here to help you." ”

"Help me?" Zhang Chi said, "You seem to have forgotten what you said earlier. ”

The muscular man said, "So stingy? Vengeful? ”

Zhang Chi was a little impatient.

The muscular man put down his hands crossed over his chest: "Have you heard of the justice?" ”

Zhang Chi narrowed his eyes.

The muscular man smiled: "It seems that I have heard of it." ”

"Want to join?"