He didn't know the real inside story of Liao Xuebing, but Lao Liao was the leader of the gangster party, that is, the root of the turmoil and peace in Beicheng District, and could not be offended easily. I remember that the first time I was detained Liao Xuebing three years ago, the director of the Beicheng District Bureau vowed to deal with these hooligans who were like scabies in the city. Ye Xiaobai came several times, but it was not released for a long time. Then the next day, the street lights, shops, shops, billboards, garbage cans, and telephone booths on more than 20 main roads in Beicheng turned into pieces, and the ground was covered with glass scraps. Those who got up early in the morning looked white, as if a blizzard had fallen.

In this case, all public facilities in Beicheng District were paralyzed by 80% and the district bureau director was forced to release people under pressure. From then on, if he was caught, he would be locked up for one or two days to express his meaning. If he wanted to leave, he would never be able to leave.

"Xiao Wang, take your brother to the second building 208 and bring the keys." He patted his back and made a hint of immediate return if there was any situation.

Because it is a two-way room building structure, the corridor is not transparent and the lights must be turned on during the day. However, the lights are miserable, hazy, the voltage is not very stable, flashing, and shaking, like a guide lantern on the road of the underworld, making people scared to see.

As soon as I opened the large iron door on the second floor, the smell of blood, urine, feces, moldy and rotten smell came to my face, accompanied by wails, screams, curses, and low moans, echoing in the corridor, reverberating like the crying of an evil ghost in hell.

The aisle is three meters high and two meters wide, and it can't be seen at first sight. There are two rows on the left and right, and there is a cold iron door every four meters. The iron door is equipped with a barrier hole to facilitate prison guards to check the situation in the cell.

With a clang, the iron door fell hard on the solid cement wall and made a harsh sound, covering the noise of the prisoners.

Someone was lying in the hole of the iron gate and looked around desperately, laughing in a hoarse and ugly voice: "Haha, I'm raising a bitch, and another new product comes. Brother, what's the name? It's up to you to dress well, is it to be a prostitution or a prostitution?"

The person in the prison opposite said, "I think he is a duck selling his butts. Isn't it said that he has severely cracked down on the spread of AIDS in recent years? Maybe he sold too hard and was against the taboo of being the leader."

Xiao Wang pulled out the rubber baton and pulled it at him without saying a word. Through the iron fence that was only eight centimeters wide, a blood flower bloomed on the man's face. The baton was both elastic and resilient. If the force was used properly, it would not be a problem to kill the man alive.

The prisoner fell head-on, but Xiao Wang didn't look at it and said, "Accumulate some moral character. Otherwise, you will be locked up for three days."

Confinement does not mean as simply being locked in a single room and thinking about mistakes. If you are locked in a single room of less than one square meter in size, you are isolated from the world, and you can't hear any sound around you, and no one speaks. Because the space is small, you can't sit here, and you can't lie down. When you are extremely tired, you can only lean against the wall to rest. Every day, there is only a black and hard steamed bun with half a cup of water. Urination and defecation must also be carried out inside. What would happen if you were in a single room of less than one square meter in a three-day continuous period of time? The odor alone can kill people. Not to mention that the extreme torture of the body's physiology and psychology.

The yelling sound in the prison really became smaller. Another person who was lying in the hole and peeking out said, "Brother, do you have any cigarettes? I'll lend me one, no, half of it. I'll give it back to you the next day."

Lao Liao smiled and saw that he was screaming earnestly. There were still seven or eight cigarettes left in a box, and even threw the box over. The man even straightened his eyes, squeezed out the iron fence and held it firmly, and hugged it tightly in his arms. It was like a beggar who won five million lottery tickets. The ecstasy in his eyes was indescribable.

As soon as Liao Xuebing turned around, the cell made a shocking noise, and there were endless crackling sounds. Xiao Wang hurried over and beat him hard.

Liao Xuebing leaned over and saw the man who had received the cigarette before lying on the ground and begging for mercy, his face was covered in blood, and a bloody hole was broken from his ear to his chin. A man in a big cotton rosary leaned on the bed frame and swallowed clouds and mist, his eyes were misty, and his mind was very satisfied. The other six or seven people stood respectfully beside the man, as if he was about to wait for the prison boss to reward cigarette butts.

"Haha, you're so brave. You dare to rob the cigarettes I gave to others. Don't you know if I haven't come for a year?"

"Who!" The prison boss shouted violently, and the eyes of the bull, which looked like cold electricity, glared straight towards him. When he saw Liao Xuebing's face reflected outside the iron fence, the water horns were clearly distinguished, his lips were curled with a little coldness. He immediately disappeared, he jumped off the bed, separated everyone, his face turned into joy when his wife saw his lover, believers worshipped the idol, and the little ghost saw the fear of King Yama, his tone was very low, and he smiled flatteringly: "Brother Bing, why are you here to visit your brothers again?"

"Don't be too verbose to get close. I hate violence the most. Return the cigarette to him. Well, it's so cold, and put on his cotton coat."

The prison boss, Dao Bing, was also here for a while, and how dare he disobey. He helped the man up without any hesitation, dusted off the plaster on his face, turned around and took off his cotton coat and put it on him, cursing.

:Why don’t you thank Brother Bing, do you want me to teach you?”

The man was shocked and trembled as if he was suffering from nerve paralysis. He took a cigarette from the cigarette box and shook it to the ground before it even put it in his mouth.

Lao Liao said to Xiao Wang: "Do you still have cigarettes? Lend me a pack."

"If you want it, take it, what do you want to borrow it?" Xiao Wang took out a pack of Marlboro. The family members who visited the prison often have filial piety. It is not good to accept it, but it is even worse if they don't. They will think that their relatives must have lived a miserable life in the cell, and some even knelt down to beg you to accept a gift that was even just a pack of cigarettes.

Lao Liao threw Marlboro in and said, "Save it a little bit, I will come to see you when I have time."

The prison boss naturally thanked him very much, shouting that Brother Bing is my reborn parent and so on. Several inmates stared at the bag of Marlboro, with strong and irresistible envy in their eyes.

After Lao Liao and Xiao Wang left, a prisoner shrank and smiled, "Brother Qiang, who is that soldier?"

The prison boss got a pack of good cigarettes that were equivalent to luxury goods in prison. He was in a happy mood and took out one to hand it over. The man was extremely excited. Just as he was about to lit it, he was snatched back by Brother Qiang. He carefully tore it in half and gave him a piece without a filter, saying, "Brother Bing is the number one person on Beicheng Road." He lifted up the rotten and worn-out cloak, pointed to the scar under his right chest with a shocking scar: "This is the meeting gift from Brother Bing. I didn't know him when he came here, and I thought it was easy to bully, but he touched his eyebrows and slapped my two teeth and kicked four ribs with one kick... Later, Brother Bing said four words to me, "Change well." Mom, my body was transformed by him, and what else can I change."

The inmate opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time, and even forgot that the precious cigarette butt was still burning.

Standing at the door of No. 208, Xiao Wang said, "Brother Bing, be careful. That gray-clothed boy is also a devil. Just say a few words to your nephew and don't stay for too long. You could have mentioned meeting in the meeting room again, but it needs approval from the superiors, at least twenty-four hours." Since Director Liu and him are good friends and have a great relationship, they came to prison directly.

He shouted inside: "You bastards are more polite."

Open the iron gate and let Liao Xuebing enter.

Lao Liao said: "Close it first, something may happen later, and it is inconvenient for you to be there. Come back in an hour and open the door for me."

The room is five meters wide, seven meters long, about three meters five meters high, and the light is very dark. There are twelve iron beds with upper and lower bunk beds in total, all of which are welded to the walls and ground, and are quite wide in the middle. There is only one very high vent, and it is also connected with steel bars and a few rags to block the cold north wind. The left corner inside is a wash basin, and the right corner is an extremely dirty sitting toilet, which is full of odor.

Twelve ragged prisoners in the cell sat or lie in vague clothes, looking at the new man in front of him coldly.

Guan Muyun was wearing only one underwear, huddled in the upper bunk, holding her arms, trembling, her face and lips were frozen, her eyes were covered with scars, and her ears were covered with blood. She was bruised from her arms to her thighs, and her underwear was torn into strips of cloth, which was no different from a mop.

Li Yuzhong's appearance is similar to Guan Muyun, but he is working and pounding the back for a man with a sinister face. Zhang Jiawei is helping others wash clothes miserably.

"Teacher!" Guan Muyun shouted in surprise as if he had encountered a beacon in the sea of ​​suffering. Li Yuzhong and Zhang Jiawei both stopped.

"Oh, being bullied in the cell? This is the lesson for you. Don't stab someone with a knife in the future if you're fine."

The sinister man raised his eyebrows and said, "Have I asked you to stop? It turns out that an acquaintance is still a teacher. Hey, what did you do? I molest a female student?" His words were very oppressive. Even though the words were plain, his tone still showed a strong sense of ecstasy.

This person must be Li Baokang, the chief of this cell. He is indeed of outstanding temperament and deserves to be the boss of the Gray Clothes Association.

After about thirty seconds, Li Yuzhong's hand fell on his back, and the man at the door didn't respond. He suddenly felt something was wrong and said, "Brothers, give him some color. Newcomers must understand the rules, otherwise what kind of morality will it be?"

Except for three students and Li Baokang, the other eight people stood up. Most of these people were malnourished, and there was no oil or water in the detention center. Even the fatter people as pigs had to boil them into pork ribs. The eyes were filled with hunger and excessively suppressed desire, and excited flush appeared on their faces. Their only fun was to bully the newcomers.

Everyone pulled out their toothbrushes and began to sneer: The game of cat playing with mice has begun.
Chapter completed!