The life of squatting in the dormitory was not pleasant, and it was different from what I imagined. otbnkotgt In the dormitory, only those with money and connections can live in single cells.
The facilities are also very good, and it is said that the food is different from the rest of us.
The person who lives in the same room as me is a middle-aged man with a very burly figure.
He has scars on his back and tattoos on his face.
On the first day I entered, when I was assigned to his cell, the prison guard warned me to keep my tail between my legs and not be a thorn in my side.
"Why did you come in?"
At night, the middle-aged man sleeping opposite me asked.
"I killed someone."
I answered while lying on the bed.
The bed board was very hard but the quilt was very thin.
There was also a faint smell in the room, probably coming from the toilet at the back.
"Haha, why do you think you, an intellectual, are killing people?"
he asked with a smile.
I frowned, I didn’t want to mention this matter again, shook my head and said, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
The big guy on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly rushed over.
I was startled, and I stretched out my hand to push out.
This guy grabbed my neck, then took out a sharpened piece of wood and pressed it against my neck, whispering.
He yelled: "Boy, please listen carefully.
This is the hut, not the street outside.
It's not a place where you can say whatever you want and do whatever you want.
In the hut, you have to understand the inside of the hut.
According to the rules, whoever has the toughest fist is the boss, do you understand?"
I couldn't scream.
This guy was so powerful and I didn't want to be convinced.
I raised my hand and hit him on the nose with my fist.
This guy didn't expect that I dared to fight back when a sharp weapon was pressed against my neck.
He was furious and raised his fist.
The fist hit the bridge of my nose very hard.
After two blows, I felt that my nose bone might be broken.
First there was severe pain, and then there was a burning irritation.
The patrolling guards noticed the situation and promptly stopped us and pulled us away.
"Oh, 9528, you are brave enough to start a fight on the first day you come in.
If you don't get better treatment, you will be put in solitary confinement." 9528 is my number.
Then I was taken to the infirmary where I was briefly bandaged and treated.
After correcting the bridge of my nose, I was put into a solitary room.
If you don't feel nervous when you see the solitary room in the video, it's because the solitary rooms in the filming are not dark.
I have been in a real solitary room, and it is a place I don't want to go into again.
It was damp, with mud all over the floor, and the smell of feces and urine.
There were bugs crawling around in the gaps in the walls from time to time.
There was no light, no windows, and it was a completely dark little room.
You couldn't even fully lie down and stretch, so you had to sit against the wall.
The feeling of being surrounded by darkness may not be experienced by others.
You may be very calm in the first ten minutes, and you may even enjoy it very much if there are no smells and bugs.
But after the first half hour, when you still can't see the light, or even when you open your eyes and can't see anything, you will realize the real horror of the words "confinement room".
We live in a place where there is light everywhere, moonlight, street lights, neon lights, fluorescent lights, and car lights.
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Light brings hope and peace, but when all this disappears, in the face of complete darkness, that hope will disappear in the blink of an eye like rushing water.
No matter how small the sound is, I can hear it very clearly, and my hearing seems to have suddenly become very good.
The sound of insects crawling among the cracks in the rocks will clearly reach your ears.
There was even the sound of teeth chewing, and I began to constantly slap my body, head, and clothes, fearing that these bugs would get into my body.
But when confined for more than three hours, people will experience hallucinations.
I curled up and covered my ears, trying not to hear the terrible noises.
But that doesn't help me because the hallucinations are generated by my own brain.
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"I am a good person, you want to pay with my life, why are you still alive?"
"You deserve to die too.
Killing requires a life.
If you killed me by mistake, you deserve to die too."
I heard the old man's voice clearly, but the tenderness was no longer in the voice.
Instead, it was full of terrifying questions.
He was asking me why I wanted to kill him.
It was as if there were souls floating around me.
I curled up tighter and even kept shaking my body.
Spasms and cold sweats sent waves of chills through my body.
Before I got scared, I was not afraid of anything.
I thought I was just like a monkey, but I was really scared.
He stretched out his hand and knocked wildly on the door of the solitary room, shouting hoarsely: "Let me out, please, let me out.
It's too dark, I'm scared."
Those who talk harshly about how powerful they are, those who fiercely say that they are strong-blooded, and those who exaggerately say that they like darkness.
Actually don’t really understand the word fear.
When I was young, I was always ignorant, but the one I didn’t understand the most was myself.
If you have not experienced ups and downs, you are not qualified to say that you have seen through the world.
The first time I was in seclusion for a full twelve hours, I fainted in fear.
When I woke up, it was still dark.
The desperate feeling of groping in the dark seemed to twist my soul.
"Click" The moment the door to the solitary room opened, there was light shining on my face from outside.
I could hardly stand still.
I lay on the ground and vomited non-stop.
But because I hadn’t eaten anything, all I vomited was saliva, and my whole stomach felt like a spasm.
He was twitching, holding on to the wall and trying to stand up, but his legs were so weak that he had no strength.
He was supported by the guard next to him and pulled out.
"Don't do anything wrong next time.
If you do something wrong again, you'll be locked up for eighteen hours, you hear me?"
After saying that, he knocked hard on the iron door.
I lay curled up on the bed.
After a while, the big man who fought with me came in.
He didn't seem to be in a very good condition, but he was stronger than me.
At least he could still do it.
I can walk freely and drink water calmly after sitting down.
"Boy, that's good."
He glanced at me and said.
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I didn't say anything, just stared at the ground stupidly.
"I know how you feel.
To be honest, the first time I was detained, I was so scared that I pooped in my pants.
Are you incontinent?"
he asked again.
I still didn't speak, but shook my head slightly.
"You're better than me at this point.
In fact, being in solitary confinement is nothing special.
It doesn't matter if it's just a black spot and you can't see the light.
But you should have heard those sounds in the solitary room."
He came over with a water glass, looked at me and said.
I was stunned for a moment, frowned while looking at him, then nodded and said weakly: "I heard the old man I killed talking to me.
It must be an illusion."
"Haha, everyone in solitary confinement thinks so, but let me tell you, it's not an illusion at all."
As he spoke, he looked outside, then forced a smile and said, "I like you quite a lot.
At least there are not many people in this prison who dare to fight me, and there is no one who can be better than me in solitary confinement.
You I can't deal with this temper, so you can follow me from now on, and I'll make sure you live a peaceful life in this house."
“What do I need to pay?”
I asked with a frown.
"I get along well with the prison guards, and some of them can talk to me.
I asked them to check.
You were sentenced to excessive defense, so you will be detained for two years, right?"
He actually checked my background, which surprised me.
I sat up slowly, nodded and said, "Yes, two years."
"I'm going to squat there for five years, and this is the second year, so you go out earlier than me.
I don't want you to do anything bad for me.
I have an old mother in my hometown who has bad legs and feet.
Please help me take care of her.
Just send her some living expenses and that’s it.”
His request wasn't too much, but the guy's rapid change of attitude made me a little uncomfortable.
"One second we were fighting, and the next second you asked me for help.
There was no intention."
I asked strangely.
"Let me tell you this, if we live in the same cell, we will be our brothers from now on.
If you go out before me and can take care of my old mother, that is a favor.
I am a person who must repay kindness, do you understand?"
As he spoke, he sat back on his bed.
At this time, the guards outside began to patrol, and curfew was about to begin.
"What's your name?"
he asked suddenly.
"My name is Ba Xiaoshan, and what about you?"
I thought about it and answered truthfully.
"My name is Dong Haoran, but my friends call me Brick.
I am from Linzi, Shandong
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