escape from prison

"You're so fucking strong, why didn't you say it sooner? I lost my fortune, and I ended up emptying out all my money, and I owe more than 100 fucking debts." Sister Chicken said while sitting on the ground, looking at me with a bitter face.

I looked at her bitter and bitter look, and replied: "You just said that you suppressed me."

"I...my mother? That's me..." Sister Ji lost her temper as she spoke. She frantically pulled a few strands of her hair, and then lay flat on the ground, Reluctantly said: "I just said two days ago that Li Fei has no brains, and dared to mess with people without knowing the basics. Now it seems that I have no brains. Damn, why do I judge people by their appearance?"

I didn't speak, just looked at her.The cobra had already been carried to the infirmary by the group of women with flat hair who came with her, and the bettors around all sighed and went back to their cells, beating their chests and feet like the gamblers who lost money in the underground boxing ring.

I thought I caused trouble, but in fact there are no prison guards to take care of this matter. As Sister Chicken said, this is the rule among prisoners in the prison. It is normal. If you have done it alone, the prison guards will not participate of.

I didn't think about the consequences of the fight at the beginning, but now, the way the prisoners look at me has become different from when I first came here, and fear has replaced contempt.That is to say, under normal circumstances, no one will deliberately find fault with me now, unless she thinks her own physique can be stronger than a cobra.

The cell doors of the people sitting in the villa slammed open. They ignored the red eyes of the people around them, and walked straight to me with a lot of cigarettes in their arms.

"Hey, sister chicken, don't be so sad! We don't ask for debts, and if you don't pay it back, it's a trivial matter, whoever we are." One of the bankers joked when he saw sister chicken lying on the ground.

"Bah!" Sister Chicken sat up straight, looked at the person and said, "You fart, I don't do bullying, I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat. I will pay back when I have something, just keep your account."

"Hey, it's easy to talk about." The dealer narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Come here, newcomer, this is yours, thanks to your service, we have made a lot of money this time." Another banker held a cigarette and pretended to push it into my arms, but I have no intention of accepting it.

According to the rules of setting the stage, if the banker wins, he will also share a part of the red money with the players.

"Oh? What's the matter? Don't you think it's too little? I didn't take your kickback. We calculated it carefully according to the amount we received. These are your share." The dealer thought I wouldn't accept it. , because I think she stole my share, so I quickly explained.

Sister Chicken also spoke at this time: "Don't worry, it's not the first day they've been in the farm, and they won't take your kickbacks, and the number will not be small. We are in the same cell, so we won't do such a thing."

"That's right." Those sitting in the village echoed.

"I don't need it," I said.

"No?" Seeing the increasingly surprised expressions of the bankers, Sister Chicken snatched the bundled cigarettes from their arms and said to me: "This is fucking money. You can't use cash in prison. You can only rely on it for food, drink, and casualties." These hard currencies are exchanged, do you understand?"

After speaking, he said to those who were sitting in the village: "Get out, get out, don't stare, you don't understand these things just now, so don't give me any wrong thoughts."

"Hey, okay, it looks like I really don't understand, Sister Chicken, you have to teach her well? Maybe next time she will have a place to sit." The dealers were also very interested, turned around and went back to the cell. On the way, he said to the gamblers who lost: "What are you looking for! Remember to pay back the money! If you owe it for a long time, you will be charged interest."

The gamblers who made them lose their eyes almost rushed over to fight them desperately, but they were faster, ran back to the cell in no time, and locked the door behind them with a click.

"There is no cash in this prison. If you want to buy something, you have to rely on it to exchange it. Even if you are released after serving your sentence, you can take it to the North Prison to exchange money before you leave. The North Prison will find a way to do it for you." To cash." Sister Ji explained to me the purpose of these cigarettes.

"I don't need it." I still replied to her.

"Oh? Did I say you didn't understand? This is money! This is money in prison? You don't even want money, are you stupid?"

I shook my head, "Then I'll give it all to you. The daily necessities are distributed in the prison. I don't need anything else, and I don't smoke."

"Fuck?" Sister Chicken was stunned, and looked at me in disbelief: "Give it all to me? Are you crazy? Do you know how much this is? You give me five or six hundred? Do you know that this can be changed?" How many things? And the things issued by the prison are all rationed. If you want more, you still need to buy it yourself.”

"Enough." I replied.

Then, with her unbelievable expression of eating shit, I continued: "Before in the confinement room, you gave me biscuits to eat, and this is considered to be returned to you."

"Fart, how big are a few biscuits, how can these two be compared? I can't have it, and people will say that I bully you when they see it later." Although Sister Chicken is really tempted, she still refuses to take it and insists on taking the cigarette Give it all to me.

If I didn't answer, the two of them were in a stalemate, and the people around had already started to pay attention to this side.

"Damn, don't mess with me, you! How do people think of me like you? And don't say anything else, even if you don't need food and clothing, you must use them, right? Every month when the days come, you need to buy two packs of sanitary napkins Right?" Sister Chicken whispered to me amidst the attention of those people.

"I don't need it, I don't have menstruation." I still shook my head and returned to her.

"Huh? What, what's the matter? Don't come?" Sister Chicken was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, and after a while, she reacted and growled: "You fucking fart, how can a woman not menstruate, you fucking are not Seventy or eighty."

"I don't have a uterus." Faced with Sister Chicken's low growl, I explained the matter very succinctly: "I cut it off when I was a teenager. The boss said that this kind of thing affects punching, so there is no need to keep it."

This is also true. I have never had this kind of thing. When I was ten years old, my father took me to the underworld hospital to have it cut off. He said it was a superfluous thing. I only have it in my life. One thing to do is punch, and the extra stuff just affects me and doesn't do much.

When Sister Chicken was shocked, I yelled: "I don't want it! I'll give it all to you!"

This sentence is shouted to the prisoners around. Indeed, if I keep refusing to accept it, they will probably think that Sister Chicken deliberately refused to accept it and bully me.

Sister Chicken was brought back to her senses by my voice, she was standing there holding a cigarette, looking down at my belly, I could hear her scolding clearly: "Fuck, this is a fucking human What happened? What a beast."

Sister Chicken didn't swallow those cigarettes all by herself. After paying off the gambling debts she owed, she shared the rest equally with the other people in the cell. After all, everyone lost a lot.

"I'll take over the things. Whatever you need in the future will be on my shoulders." Sister Chicken said to me.

The cell where Sister Chicken lives is also an eight-person room with upper and lower bunks. In fact, it was full before, but because the deputy warden wanted to transfer me here, one of them was moved out yesterday.

The daily necessities I received before were thrown in Li Fei’s cell that night, and Sister Ji called someone to go to the prison guard to get me a new one.

My bed is next to Sister Chicken, and I can get her bed by lying on the edge of the bed and lifting my feet to that side.

The sheets and quilts are all clean. I don't know if it's because of Sister Ji or because of the cigarettes. This time, unlike Li Fei and the others, someone came to trouble me.Someone even tidied up the toiletry shelf to make room for me to put a basin or something.

From this time on, I finally integrated into the group of prisoners in the South Prison.

"They are all old people under my command and have been with me for the longest time. This is Ah Wen, because she couldn't bear the long-term domestic violence, so she killed her husband directly." Sister Chicken pointed to a woman and introduced, Ah Wen is The person who went to the cell to help Sister Ji get cigarettes, I looked at her, she looked very quiet, a little thin, it was hard to imagine what such a woman would look like after being domestically abused, so that she would have the courage to kill someone.

"She's glasses, she was caught for embezzling public funds. That's a three-legged cat, the crime of theft..." Sister Chicken pointed to those people in the cell and introduced me one by one.Whenever I talked about someone, that person smiled and waved his hand as a greeting.

"I don't need to talk about this, right? Everyone lost so badly this time because they underestimated this guy." Finally, Sister Chicken pointed at me: "The first day I came to the prison, I was locked up in the confinement room, good guy, I made a good start A new record. Her name is Chu Ci, and the name sounds pretty good."

"Chu Ci..."

"Chuci, this name is very literary."

"Of course you are more artistic than your name Wu Guihua~"

"Tsk? How is your fucking name Zhou Cuilan better than me?"

As they talked, some people started bickering.

Probably because it is commonplace, and no one stopped me, Sister Chicken asked me again: "Do you have a nickname? What do you usually call you? By the way, we usually call you nicknames in prison, and it seems too much to call you by your first name." Score."

nickname?I thought about it, usually in the underground boxing ring, everyone except my father would call me "mad dog", so I truthfully told Sister Chicken: "Mad dog, they all call me mad dog."

"Huh?" Sister Chicken and the others were a little taken aback, looking at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Then, let's call it Chu Ci..." Finally, Sister Chicken suggested.

"Well, let's call it Chu Ci, this name sounds much better." Everyone also echoed in unison.