Anyone who works in any industry for a long time will have a sense of smell. For example, police, journalists, teachers, etc., are all like this. This is called experience. If you don’t have such a little level, you may be scrambling to wait for death in the unit.

Song Qingzheng has met and talked about countless prisoners. He can tell at a glance who has a temperament and what he will do. Some prisoners look fierce and careless, but in fact they live in their hearts. When they see cockroaches, mice will yell; some prisoners look gentle and polite, but in fact they are stubborn and unwilling to communicate with others, especially in an environment like prison, when they are in prison, problems will be easily arise over time.

After Xiangbei left the warden's office, Song Qingzheng was always worried. After the discipline officer took Xiangbei back to the cell, he was called to the office by Song Qingzheng.

"How is the state of going north?" Song Qingzheng asked.

"I feel that it is no different from before. I am still so stupid and stupid, and I can't tell the difference." The discipline answered.

"You can't be careless, you must pay attention. I think this kid is very worried and doesn't want to say many things, but he keeps them in his heart. He should pay more attention and care about him." Song Qingzheng reminded, "You also know the current regulations. If there is a little accident, our work this year will be in vain."

"I understand. I'll decide on a solution when I go back and pay attention to him every day. In addition, I'll tell him about the inmate in the same dormitory and be sure to take this person seriously."

"What activities does he have every day now?"

"Every week, I basically do labor reform in prison newspapers and factories, and then read books and study in the dormitory." The counselor replied.

"The newspapers and labor reform will be temporarily stopped. I'm afraid he will be surprised." Song Qingzheng said.

"But... if both activities were stopped and he stayed alone in the dormitory, I was afraid that he would think a lot, and there was no one watching during the day, so it would be easier to have accidents." The discipline spoke out his thoughts.

Song Qingzheng thought repeatedly and said that what the discipline was saying was reasonable. He asked him to participate in the renovation event, and he was worried that something would happen because he was negligent in management, so he would not participate, and he would have random thoughts and things would be easy. Alas, what should I do? This warden is really hard to be.

Song Qingzheng thought about it and decided to use a compromise method; "The newspaper asked him to continue to participate in the editing. But you have to remember that you must keep a close eye on him and not allow him to stay alone. Check him in time after work and do not let him touch any sharp objects. As for the labor of the factory, it is forgot that there are many people there, and it is difficult to control if an accident occurs."

"I understand, I'll implement it right away."

After the disciplinary, Song Qingzheng was worried that the arrangements would not be comprehensive enough and that something would go wrong. He called the education department chief and told them to pay attention to Xiangbei's emotional changes and daily life. If there is anything abnormal, they should report and intervene immediately.

In the following days, Jianshe followed Xiangbei and was inseparable. Even if Xiangbei stayed in the room, Jianshe handed over this task to other prisoners. Whether it was eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, sleeping, he had to look at Xiangbei tightly.

Song Qingzheng's sensitivity is very necessary. Two things that happened in the prison later confirmed this.

The first thing happened when Xiangbei's prisoners were working in the aluminum products factory. Xiangbei was the only one left. He asked Jianjian for leave on the grounds of being uncomfortable and stayed in the dormitory. Considering that Xiangbei was in a state of unstable mood recently and had a much less diet than usual, Jianjian agreed to his request and let him rest in the room.

An accident happened in just two hours.

Xiangbei stayed in the room, carefully observed the movement outside, and after confirming that everyone had left, he quickly returned to his bed and lifted the sheet. He thought of Xu Changlin's death back then. At that time, Xu Changlin tied the sheet to the legs of the bed after a brief modification, and then put the other end in his neck to commit suicide.

These days, Xiangbei has been thinking about this matter. The more he thinks about it, the more interesting he feels, but he didn't expect this method to come in handy today.

He quietly opened a small hole in the sheet when someone was not paying attention. With this opening, he could change the sheet into a slender strip of cloth with a little force.

Soon, Xiangbei transformed the sheets and made a simple long rope. He held them in his hand and pulled them hard for a few times. The strength was pretty good, and it should be more than enough to strangle himself to death.

He was very happy and felt that he had already succeeded halfway, so he began the next step. He wrapped the rope around the legs of the bed, and then leaned his back to the edge of the legs of the bed, which could just go around the neck. He moved back and forth north, found a suitable position, and tied the rope to a dead knot.

In fact, death is not an easy task, especially suicide. Suicide is not taught by oneself. It is just like learning to walk and riding a bicycle. Even a passive suicide method requires a suitable situation and psychological environment to be achieved naturally.

Going north, trying to fall down with force, hoping to create a sense of pressure on the neck through gravity, which in turn causes suffocation. But how difficult is this active death! The human body has a natural risk-avoidance instinct. When an alarm signal is generated in the body, the body will involuntarily choose to get rid of danger.

Xiangbei tried it over and over ten times, and finally it worked. Perhaps because he was exhausted, his body's reaction to external dangers was getting slower and slower. In the end, Xiangbei felt a little groggy and the rope in his neck became tighter and tighter.

The scene of a family recurring in his mind, which felt good, and was getting closer and closer to the time of reunion.

However, Xiangbei was not lucky. Just when he was about to be unconscious, the door of the dormitory was suddenly kicked open, which was a discipline.

"You boy, I'm worried that something will happen to you, it turns out." The dissertation tried to untickle the rope at the head of the bed while shaking towards the north.

"Come on, something happened!" The disciplinary shouted at the door. Three or four prison guards rushed in and quickly untied the rope in Xiangbei's neck.

Seeing that Xiangbei had not woken up, the discipline was not sure whether he was out of danger. There was no other way, and he had to report to the warden as soon as possible.

"What? Going north to commit suicide?" Song Qingzheng was so anxious that he stood up from his office seat, "Has he saved it?"

"Fortunately we arrived in time and stopped it, but the person has not yet awakened." The discipline answered.

"Hurry to the hospital, I'll rush over later."

Several prison guards did not dare to delay, so they took Xiangbei to the hospital as soon as possible after a simple treatment.

"Luckily, it came in time, otherwise the person would be gone." The doctor admitted.

"Save it back?" the disciplinary asked anxiously.

"Well, I've saved it. But he needs to rest for a few days."

"Just save it, just save it." The dissertation was overjoyed.

Xiangbei was in danger this time. But for the discipline, he was naturally scared and sweating. After all, if such a thing happened in his own prison area, it is often inevitable that punishment would be carried out.

The difficulty of committing suicide in prison is quite high. Not to mention, finding suicide tools is not easy. For example, bowls, spoons, small stools, etc. for meals are all made of plastic, and chopsticks are even more impossible for prisoners to use. For example, the toothbrushes used by prisoners are all short-handled toothbrushes made of soft plastic materials.

As for other regulatory measures, there is no need to mention, such as full coverage of surveillance. During the prisoner's sleep at night, prisoners who are disciplined or perform well should monitor or patrol to avoid accidents.

Song Qingzheng and the education section chief gave the order to death, and no accidents could occur again! Naturally, everyone did not dare to be careless. Once a suicide incident occurred in the prison, the work this year would be in vain. Assessment and evaluation of the award would be rejected.

The disciplinary quickly made an emergency plan and called the remaining 11 people in the prison where Xiangbei was located for a meeting. "When you go to bed at night, everyone stared at Xiangbei in shifts. You cannot let him sleep with his head covered, and you must not turn off the lights. Someone must follow Xiangbei 24 hours a day, even if you go to the toilet, you must accompany him."

"Report," one of the prisoners objected, "We can see that he is fine, but it is impossible to stare at every minute. That's not realistic."

"If you ask you to do it, you can do it, why is that much nonsense?" another prisoner shouted at him.

The man suddenly became honest and stopped talking.

"You remember, if anyone can find out that there is an abnormality in the north and stop it in time, he will be considered a meritorious service."

When everyone heard this, they were overjoyed and seemed to have changed their own people, full of energy.

Many times, rewards are much better than accountability.

Of course, if one person really lives enough, no one can stop him. After all, suicide is hard to guard against. Xiangbei has never given up on his attempt to commit suicide. He no longer has any yearning for life. The only hope is that the family of three can reunite in heaven.

About a week after the suicide incident, Xiangbei finally came up with another solution, which was still difficult to detect even if he was stared at. He chose to implement his plan in the middle of the night - bite the artery of his right wrist with his teeth!

This time the solution has a higher difficulty coefficient, which is almost impossible to complete in ordinary people. I want to challenge it.

Although everyone inmates received a task and were on guard against Xiang Beiyan 24 hours a day, the tiger also took a nap. Especially in the middle of the night, it was the time when he was most sleepy. However, at three or four o'clock in the evening, the person who was staring at him fell asleep.

Xiangbei felt that the opportunity came. He quietly covered the quilt and repeatedly bit his right wrist with his front teeth. However, after trying this several times, it ended in failure. The first few failures were because of the body's self-defense instinct and the teeth could not bite. The next few failures were because he bit the wrong position. The arteries on the wrist were too thin.

When he tried the last time, Xiangbei had almost lost consciousness and fear. When a large thigh of blood flowed on his face and his pillows and clothes were red, he knew that he had succeeded. He calmed down his mood, lay quietly, waiting for the arrival of death.

Soon, Xiangbei entered a wonderful dream, which was a forest, towering trees, colorful flowers, and all kinds of birds that were indescribable. Xiangbei and his wife Zhou Xuechen chased Nuoyi, and the family enjoyed the joy of family.

What a familiar dream. Xiangbei felt that this dream seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it. However, he did experience happiness from this dream.

He reached out to pick a beautiful flower, and suddenly, the flower seemed to have become sperm, spreading its bloody stamens, swallowing Yingbei's head in one mouthful.

Xiangbei was not scared by such strange illusions. No matter how demons, ghosts, monsters, monsters, they are just clouds.

He suddenly thought of Zhou Xuecen. What was she thinking before she died? Will she feel afraid? When she died, she didn't even have a single person to accompany her. She swallowed alone and became a lonely ghost.

Over the years, he has gradually changed from being determined to defend himself and seeking grievances. He increasingly feels that he is a sinful person. This sin is different from the verdict in the secular court, but rather his inner torment and pain. This may be the original sin that everyone bears when they come to this world.

Don't they just want me to die? Well, I will satisfy their wishes.

Xiangbei thought of this and laughed happily, which made his heart that had been suppressing for years suddenly relax. This feeling is so good that he doesn't have to think about anything, and he can finally get rid of it...
Chapter completed!