Zhang Chi walked down to the fifth floor, leaning against the edge of the handrail and slowly descending, stopping for a moment on the platform on each floor, not hearing any of the usual usual shouting, abuse, and ridicule.

Finally, when I reached the second floor, a person came out of the stairs and was hurriedly running downstairs.

Zhang Chi's heart suddenly loosened when he mentioned his throat.

Following the direction he ran, Zhang Chi walked over.

This is the shortcut to the playground.

She pulled away to keep up with him.

There were a lot of people on the playground, tigers, justices, dozens of people on each side, red, blue, green, everything, and some small gangs, five or six, at most a dozen, each occupying a corner of the playground.

This is the first time Zhang Chi has seen such a scene.

Some people don't even feel like they've walked with anyone else, and then suddenly there's an organization. At this time, she suddenly understood why the old prisoner could recognize at a glance as the chief justice or the tiger's man. They will look at each other. Every week, at this time, gather on the playground to determine what camp the other party belongs to, what to rely on, and to raise the guard or to start with confidence.

The muscular man is on the side of the justice, generally like this, the higher the status, the more he stands in front, he is obviously not what 888 said. A group of seven or eight of them, probably the leader, gathered around to talk about things, and all the people behind them were letting off steam.

To her surprise, the "mine boss" was actually a Tiger man. In fact, if you count carefully, there seem to be more than a dozen more Tigers than justices – even if the justices have more red badges.

Zhou Ke's roommate 093 stood very far forward in the Tiger team, and someone would nod his head from time to time when he spoke, and he seemed to be a person who could speak.

Both teams are led by both red and blue badges.

I really can't believe what HR said.

In addition to these groups, the rest of the playground is more of two people walking together, just on the edge of the playground, chatting, blowing the wind, and their faces are colored.

The trees here are very tall, I don't know how many hundred years have grown, and the playground is more like a piece of cake falling from the sky, blasting this place into a round flat land, because of the green life on all sides, it looks cold and ugly. You have to lean a little closer to the edge to feel the warmth of nature.

The wind is blowing.

Falling leaves are falling, dust is rising, the sun is slowly setting, and everything on the playground is wrapped in an unreal gold.

It's like a filter commonly used in movies, warm and cold, as soon as the curtain is raised, what color is adjusted, what kind of play is played. I don't know the inside story, I thought it was a group of tourists and individual tourists visiting here.

It's windy.

The justices began to leave, then the Tigers, and finally the small groups, and then the scattered individuals.

When leaving the playground, Zhang Chi suddenly had a thought-

This may be the last sunset that some people will be able to watch.

***

When he returned to the dormitory building, Zhang Chi saw the muscular man, standing at the door of 503, her room was closer to the inside than 503, coming out of the stairs, she had to pass through 503.

The muscular man walked to the middle of the aisle and blocked her way: "I heard that you had an argument with the Tiger people?" ”

Zhang Chi stopped: "Who?" ”

The muscular man said, "093." Your ass friend's concubine. Everybody saw it, weaving workshop. ”

Zhang Chi was thoughtful.

The muscular man said, "I can give you another chance." Come with us. Otherwise, tomorrow it will be difficult to say exactly what will happen. ”

Zhang Chi: "I have a question. ”

The muscular man raised his eyebrows: "What's the problem?" ”

Zhang Chi: "Is the red chapter necessarily better than the blue chapter?" ”

The muscular man paused and said, "Not necessarily. ”

Zhang Chi: "Why? ”

"The badge here is based on a combination of the level of danger and the length of the sentence. If you have a high danger rating but a low sentence, you may be assigned to the Blue Badge. Or if your sentence is high but not dangerous, you may also be assigned to the Blue Badge. ”

"However, Red Badge prisoners must meet a high risk level and a high prison term."

"So for the most part, the red badge is still more dangerous than the blue badge."

Zhang Chi: "Even if the blue seal can be a high danger level, isn't it at most on par with the red badge?" ”

Muscle Man: "The danger level can overflow. High risk is just the basis for the government's classification, and if you meet the standard, you are high risk. Only fists are believed here. There are no standards. ”

That is to say, on top of the criteria for meeting the danger level, the strength is uneven.

In the case of a high danger level at the same time, no one will know whether it is high or bad unless it is a real fight.

The muscular man's eyes flashed: "I was suddenly curious, what did you do to come in." ”

Zhang Chi: "Assassinate the president." ”

Muscular Man: "......"

"Really?"

Zhang Chi: "Guess? ”

The muscular man said, "Everyone says you came in selling serums." ”

Zhang Chi frowned.

Muscular man: "You help someone else take the pot." ”

Zhang Chi said: "You are really well informed. ”

Muscle Man: "You don't have to worry. That's the way it is here, what you say, you can know the next day, and you can't hide any details. To find out, you just need to go to the playground and walk around. Everyone has nothing to do, so that's all they can do. ”

"They're all talking about how you like to go to the library."

Zhang Chi's fingers shook slightly.

"You've found out."

The muscular man said, "Our red chapter is like this. Always being stared at, I heard that you also went to college? ”

Zhang Chi: "." ”

The muscular man smiled, "You're quite interesting. ”

Zhang Chi didn't answer, because she intuitively felt that he still had something to say.

"-I can't bear to let you die."

***

At 11:36 a.m., 24 minutes before free day.

Zhang Chi opened his eyes from the bed.

The night was sinking like water, and it was quiet outside.

The minutes ticked by......

11:43 a.m......

11:47 a.m......

11:50 a.m......

The time on the bracelet changes numbers one at a time......

58 min......

59 min......

59 min 35 sec......

59 min 59 sec......

0 points.

Nothing happened.

As quiet as it was just now.

It was like it was just another normal day.

Zhang Chi opened his eyes, and his mind reviewed the content of the handout little by little—it was too boring, and he had to do something to pass the time.

But thinking about boring things gets more sleepy.

0:32.

Zhang Chi got out of bed and stood at the door.

The temperature at night is about 10 degrees cooler than during the day. She wore the thinnest set of prison uniforms.

The wind drifted in through the fence on the gate.

It's cold, as if it's in the refrigerator.

It's especially sobering.

1:59 a.m.

There was still no sound outside.

She was too sleepy. The daytime work is very physically demanding, and the more than an hour of sleep just now is simply not enough.

If you don't sleep tonight and go to work another 3 hours tomorrow, it's hard to guarantee that you still have the energy to deal with someone who comes to find trouble, if any.

It's all about the day.

She should sleep.

Zhang Chi walked to the side of the bed and pulled out the screws under the pillow, withdrew the sheets, walked to the door with the quilt in his arms, spread the sheets on the ground, and lay down horizontally at the door, his kneecaps just in the middle of the door frame on the side of the key.

- Any movement would wake her up.

Holding the screw pin and covering the quilt, she finally closed her eyes.

***

At 6:30 a.m., there was no roll call.

Zhang Chi did not go to the cafeteria. I only had to work three hours today. It can be in the morning or in the afternoon. There is an access control on the fifth floor, and no one outside the red seal can enter.

She has a home field advantage in the hostel.

As the muscular man said, the only reliance of the red chapter is that no one wants to make wedding dresses for others. They don't come in droves. It's like her cave, and whoever comes to the door easily won't know what awaits him in the cave. What's more-

She felt that Red Seal would not trouble her easily.

They want to build up strength rather than act rashly.

Otherwise, 110 wouldn't have waited at the door last night to pull her into the gang again.

Still a less skilled HR.

The more you urge, the more you can't get enough confidence.

There was no riot in the dormitory, at most it was a little louder than the usual conversation and noise, and it reached the fifth floor, like a bee buzzing, inaudible, but it was known that it was shaking.

Towards 7:30 a.m., the tremors gradually died down.

It's time to go to work.

Without an early roll call, many people may not have gone to breakfast.

Pinch the point to go to work.

The minimum working hours on free days is 3 hours, but the upper limit is the same as usual. Maybe most people don't want to take a break.

They want to do full work. So it has to be early.

From here to the mine, if you run fast, it takes 20 minutes. It's still too late.

Zhang Chi rushed out of the door——

When I walked to the door of 503, I met a muscular man with a toothbrush rinsing his mouth, his hair was unkempt, and his eyes were sleepy, as if he was completely unguarded.

Maybe it's really the most relaxing day for the old people with plenty of points.

If you can, these red badges can even stay in your room altogether and enjoy a weekend without anyone disturbing you.

However, newcomers do not have this privilege.

The muscular man spit out the toothpaste foam, looked like he was watching a play, and slowly paced over to block the middle: "So early." ”