I have to talk about Dong Haoran, his experience is quite legendary. otbnkotgt Speaking of which, Dong Haoran's only advantage is probably filial piety.
He is worried about his old mother at home, and he has been thinking of ways to get money for his family recently.
All the roommates who were assigned to him before were beaten up by him and cried and shouted that they wanted to change cells.
Only I was the most honest and still Dare to fight back.
"Brick, you said that there were five of you who killed fifty people."
After staying in the dormitory for half a month, I have become familiar with the environment and interpersonal relationships.
"Of course, you don't know how dangerous that day was.
I damn near died.
Hey, how many times have I told you to call me brother?
Brother Brick, do you hear me?"
Brick actually looks fierce, and he is an honest and humble Shandong man.
He has a very simple mind, which can be seen from the so-called robbery plan he planned before.
This guy roped in a few friends and planned to rob the postal savings office.
He couldn't get the guy without money, and a few people actually stole a few kitchen knives.
Rushed in.
When we came out, there was no car to escape.
A few people just ran away on bicycles.
Isn’t this an opportunity for our police comrades to make meritorious deeds?
"I'm quite interested in those of you who are in the underworld.
Are you going to be a slave or something like the one in the play?"
I asked strangely.
"If you have a good relationship, you need to be with me, but I don't like those guys.
They are all heartless.
Well, if you take good care of my mother, I will be with you and protect you from now on."
He scratched his head and smiled innocently after speaking.
The two of us really didn't know each other before fighting.
In fact, after we came out, I was ready to find an opportunity to mess with him.
After all, I almost went crazy after being locked up in the solitary room for so long.
But after getting in touch with him, I found that he was not a real bad person, so I gave up the idea.
At this moment, several prison guards passed by our cell carrying a long package.
I looked at him and said strangely: "This is the third package this week.
What are they packed with?"
Brick on the other side came over and said, "It's normal if you don't know.
I asked a friend to find out.
It seems something happened in our house."
"What to say" I asked in surprise.
"Several prison guards told me that someone in the cell has died in the past few days."
It is not uncommon for people to die in prison, especially those who have committed serious crimes and have no relatives, no one cares about them after they die.
Of course, this does not mean that there is any black violence in the gang.
After all, living conditions are not good, and some people who get sick or feel hopeless will seek temporary relief, that is, commit suicide.
"You mean those packages are full of dead people" I asked a little surprised.
I didn't understand some of the rules in the club.
"Well, usually if someone dies in the house, they will be wrapped in a package and sent out, and then handed over to the people sent by the hospital."
He turned around and nodded.
"Do people often die in the dormitory?"
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I asked strangely.
"That's not true, but a lot of people have died recently, and they are all felons in the old district in the north.
I did the math, and five or six people have died this month before you came in.
I heard from the prison guard that the superiors are also preparing to I sent someone to check it out, but it’s none of our business.
Let’s live our lives peacefully.
If you don’t want to smoke, I’ll ask my friend to get some cigarettes.”
He turned around and took out two cigarettes from under the bed and threw one to me.
"It's not popular either."
I said awkwardly.
"Hey, just wait."
As he spoke, he walked behind the cell door, stretched out his hand and knocked on the cell door.
After a while, the prison guard came over, and he said with a smile, "There is a fire in the cell, but I am addicted."
I'm sorry, I want to smoke one.
I want you to lend me a hand."
"As long as you behave according to the old rules, I will stand here and I will leave after you finish smoking and put out the fire."
While we were talking, the prison guard handed a lighter through the door.
We lit it and handed the lighter back.
"Brother, let me tell you, this prison is the same as outside.
It's a society.
Society is made up of people.
Don't look at them all looking fierce, but in fact they all have parents, brothers and sisters.
Ordinary people.
If you get along well with them, you can at least live a more comfortable life inside.
By the way, what are you doing outside?"
Brick smoked a cigarette and asked me.
"I run a small business.
If it hadn't happened this time, I wouldn't have thought I would be here."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Actually, I think you are not a bad person."
He said this, which made me feel strange.
"I have been out there for more than ten years.
The bad guys on the street can tell at a glance that you are not a bad person.
You should be upright at heart, so I Only then can I trust you with my trust.”
I smiled.
I didn’t know how to read people.
After smoking, I put out the cigarette butt and handed it out.
Then I went to bed under the curfew.
Half a month has passed, but my sleep is still not good.
I always dream about the old man’s face when I fall asleep.
Several nightmares are very real.
It feels like the old man is standing in front of me, covered in blood. , shouting why should I kill him.
"ah" But what woke me up tonight was not a nightmare, but a scream from the cell next door.
I opened my eyes suddenly, and Brick across from me also sat up suddenly, and said in surprise: "What's going on?
I heard a scream?"
"Well, it seems to be coming from next door.
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I don't know what happened."
I ran to the iron gate in surprise and said.
I saw several guards running outside, and then heard panicked voices.
I could see a man being carried out against the iron door.
It looked like his whole body was covered in blood, but his face was not visible, but his hands were exposed.
It was blue-purple, and there were even patches of blood-like spots on it.
"What's going on?"
Brick stood behind me and asked.
There were far more people watching the excitement than just us.
Several guards carried the man further and further away, but I vaguely saw a figure standing in the corridor of the cell.
It was an unclear shadow, light gray, short and short, looking like a girl.
But why is there a girl in this cell?
She slowly turned her head and looked at me.
Her eyes were dark, with two bloody tears flowing under her eyes.
Her face was covered with stab wounds, and she opened her mouth to reveal bloody eyes.
The teeth beside him exuded a gray aura like wings, which was really strange.
"Hold" I was startled and took a step back unconsciously.
"What's wrong brother" Brick asked me strangely.
But when he saw my face, his expression changed drastically.
He pointed at me and said, "Brother, your face, why is there blood on your face?"
I was startled by what he said, and stretched out my hand to touch my face.
My nose was bleeding continuously, and I couldn't stop it.
My head was getting hotter and hotter, and I staggered up, and then all of a sudden fell down.
"brother brother" I heard Brick shouting to me, and then I couldn't hear anything and passed out.
When I woke up, I was lying on the bed in the infirmary.
The doctor was standing next to me.
I had a needle in my hand and was injecting an intravenous drip.
"Doctor, what's wrong with me?"
I asked strangely.
"You just suddenly started to bleed.
I gave you some simple treatment.
Maybe it's because your injury hasn't healed yet."
He said without looking up.
"Oh, doctor, thank you.
Ouch, why does my head hurt so much?"
It felt like my head had been torn apart and then sewn back together again, it hurt like hell.
It was as if the door to my brain that I had forced open was completely shattered and could no longer be closed
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