Yan Wu was pushed violently by the armed police behind him, his whole body couldn't control it and leaned forward, and he fell to the ground involuntarily, there was a clang behind him, the thick iron door was locked, and a bright light was lit on the roof of the room. Yan Wu fell to the ground, curled up, and tried to lift his head up, only then did he see that there was an energy-saving lamp with an unknown number of watts embedded in the top of the room, emitting bright lights to illuminate the entire room.

Yan Wu gasped, exerted his strength, held his strength to stand up from the ground again, simply sat cross-legged on the ground, his whole back leaned against the wall of the trumpet, and smiled bitterly in his mouth, he didn't think that he would still enjoy the treatment of a felon, the handcuffs and shackles were all complete, and his limbs were buckled to death, and there was no room for movement at all.

Needless to say, the handcuffs are only a little distance from coming and going, and the shackles make people unable to take a step at all, along the way, Yan Wu can only move slowly and move forward, and the worst thing is that Yan Wu's handcuffs and shackles were ordered by the deputy director to add an iron chain as a punishment to connect the handcuffs and shackles.

This iron chain is only about fifty centimeters long, and the full equipment is deadly, at least twenty catties to start, at first Yan Wu can still bend over and lower his head, and will walk on his feet, but the more he goes to the back, the old waist that has not been exercised for many years can not bear it, and the unbearable soreness occupies the entire waist, and the muscles of the whole body seem to be not his own at this moment. In the short distance of a few hundred meters from the cell to the trumpet, Yan Wu was like running for a 3,000 meter, his whole body was wet, and he ran out of his head with sweat, but because his hands and feet were fixed in front of his body, he couldn't tidy up the wet clothes on his body at all, which was very uncomfortable.

Only by crossing his legs, pressing the weight of the iron chain on the ground, resting his hands on the top of his legs, and reducing the burden on his whole body, Yan Wu relaxed a little, and he finally entered the legendary trumpet because of the fight. On the way to come just now, Yan Wu had already suffered a lot, and if he wanted to ask Yan Wu if he regretted it, Yan Wu did not regret it. Twenty-five days later, when the time for detention is up, I still have to let myself out, and I can't stay in the 204 prison anymore, it seems that I have to ask Yang Jiaojiao to change the prison in order to survive the rest of the days, but I don't know if Yang Guanjiao is willing to change for himself. It's a big deal, even if you admit it to Yang Guanjiao, go to another prison and start over.

Thinking of this, Yan Wu carefully looked at the entire trumpet environment. First of all, there is no skylight, and the only way to the outside is the rusty iron door in front of it, and at the bottom of the iron door, there is a rectangular opening half a foot square, but it is closed from the outside, presumably there is the entrance and exit of every meal.

The area of this room is not large, only about three square sizes, the walls around are all covered with sponge mats, Yan Wu leans on it softly, but it is very stuffy, a urinal is in the corner of the wall, and then there is a small bed, next to the energy-saving lamp above the head is the obvious monitoring head, and there is a communication device on the wall against the door to contact the outside.

The small wooden bed is very small, the width is not even comparable to the hard sleeper bed on the old-fashioned train, the length, Yan Wu seems to be only one meter two or three, unless the prisoner is a dwarf, otherwise don't want to sleep peacefully in the small bed. This is a bed, it is clearly a place of sin, and now Yan Wudi's hands and feet are handcuffed, and there are iron chains in the middle, so he can only lie on his side when he sleeps, curl up the whole body, or simply sit on the ground and sleep against the wall.

In fact, not only the bed, but even the ground is not enough for an adult man to stretch his hands and feet, and the widest part of the room is only one meter six or seven, but don't forget, in addition to the small wooden bed on the ground is the urinal, unless you are willing to put your head or feet in the urinal to sleep, otherwise you can't straighten your body at all!

Guan Xiao, Guan Xiao, Yan Wu recalled that when Li Bo, a college student, talked about the trumpet, there was a hideous expression on his face, thinking that he had also tasted such pain, without any additional physical punishment, this kind of mental torture in the trumpet can make the prisoner think twice about whether it is worth it or not when he violates the prison rules in the future.

Hehe, three days, fortunately, Lao Tzu only needs to be locked up for three days, stay up, and ask to change the prison when he goes out, 204 can't stay any longer, otherwise according to his temper, he will definitely have a conflict with Brother Kang and his gang, and if you don't do it, you will be locked in, which is not cost-effective.

Yan Wu's hands and feet couldn't move, so he had to rest against the wall, his face was still hot and painful, Yan Wu lightly touched his face with his hand, and quickly took his hand back as if he had been stung by a bee, the left half of his face was already swollen, and he couldn't touch it in a short period of time, and he had no choice but to rely on time to slowly smooth out the swelling, hoping that there would be no sequelae, otherwise he was such an old handsome guy, how could he get married again in the future.

The food for the trumpets is similar to that in the prison cell, except that the staple food has changed from rice to steamed buns, and it is still a very hard steamed bun, plus a small portion of boiled cauliflower and a small pot of boiling water. Yan Wu smiled bitterly, his face was swollen and he couldn't bite anything, so he could only tear some of the steamed buns from the hard as stones little by little with his hands, dip some soup in the vegetable pot, slowly put it in his mouth, slowly melted the steamed buns with saliva, and finally swallowed them.

At this moment, Yan Wu was extremely grateful to the chef in the detention center for making the dishes eaten by the prisoners very salty, which was just enough to be used to make this hard steamed bun, and the slower he ate, the more Yan Wu found that he cherished the time he was free outside. He swore that as long as he walked out of the gate of the detention center, he would never break the law again, be a law-abiding and good citizen, and contribute to the construction of a socialist society with characteristics in the new era of the Great Xia Imperial Court.

After lunch and dinner, Yan Wu dragged his tired body and mind and collapsed on the narrow wooden bed. Because of the curled up hands and feet, Yan Wu could only lean his back against the wall, put his hands and feet outside the bed and lie on his side to sleep, and he couldn't put his left face down, because the bruise on his face had not been eliminated, so he could only face the iron door with his head facing down, his right face down, and his buttocks facing the wall inside. This unusually awkward posture made Yan Wu fall asleep after a long time, the energy-saving lamp above his head was still on, and the lights were not turned off for almost twenty-four hours, but the brightness at night was dimer, and the two lamps were only half turned on.

I don't know how long I slept, Yan Wu suddenly woke up from his sleep, in this quiet environment, people's senses will become extremely sharp, Yan Wu suddenly noticed that there was a strange smell in the air in the cabin.

A faint pungent smell filled the room, gradually getting stronger and stronger, more and more undisguised, Yan Wu, who often ate out, immediately knew what this thing was, vinegar, definitely vinegar!

Yan Wu turned over and got up to look around, only to find that at the bottom of the small wooden bed, there was a groove less than two fingers wide, the groove was in the shape of a coiled snake, and it went back and forth several times at the bottom of the small wooden bed, but it did not go around the range of the small wooden bed. The trench didn't lead anywhere, it ended in a dead end, and where it came from was an opening in the corner.