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Here are mostly dead people, walking souls...——The Encyclopedia of Imperial Geography (Nodinger)

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It was three o'clock in the morning, and through the railings, you could see the buildings with teeth and claws outside. Fang Ju slowly climbed to the railings, and stuck his head out. He looked at it for a while, and when he was about to stretch his neck back, he met his eyes with the head sticking out of the window below.

The man shook, and Fang Ju had already stuck his head back.

This is Nottingle City, the capital of criminals, and it also has a name called Prison City.

The whole city is a huge prison cell, in which the most vicious prisoners in the empire are held. The huge black prison cell towers high, and there will be a small window with railings on the building every other distance, which is the only way the prisoners can breathable place.

The train passed through these buildings, and the tourists looked up at the prisoners with excited and fearful eyes, and there was inevitably a kind of pride in their eyes.

They were looking for excitement, and the prisoners were looking for light.

Fang Ju was an exception, he seemed to prefer the dark, even though the small room was damp and cold, but occasionally, Fang Ju would still stick his head out to see the outside world and the people outside, but no one knew what he was thinking about.

At 6:[-] in the morning, the first group of tourists entered the capital of criminals. Olson, who lives under Fang Ju, likes to count repeatedly how many people came to the tour group every day, what they look like, and whether the tour guide’s breasts are getting bigger again Karl, who lives next to him, seems to be very interested in these things, and Fang Ju can hear their shouts coming from outside the railing when Fang Ju sleeps in the small black room.

Fang Ju woke up, not because of the two endless perverts outside, but because someone came, with his ear pressed to the ground, he heard the sound of the earth shaking.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, the small black room radio rang. The so-called small black room radio is a cute little thing. In the collar around Fang Ju's neck, it broadcasts ideological and moral information to the criminals in the small black room at fixed times every day. Educational content, it seems that the content broadcast today is a bit different.

"Cough, cough, I'm Warden Korando, the criminal in Room 44 and 52 of Building 53, if you stick your head out of the railing and talk about beautiful women with big breasts ignoring what I say, I'll shoot you."

There was a little noise from the small radio.

"Okay, let's continue the topic just now. Today, it's your turn to do social labor in the 44 prison cells. Someone will open the door of the cell for you later. After we all have breakfast, we need to do social labor. One day, there will be a train to pick you up at that time. Be careful not to do anything that should not be done. Imperial Law 712, all serious criminals detained in Nottingle, after committing another crime, can be disposed of by the warden. I wish you all Happy working today."

Fang Ju was lying on the ground, hugging his head, he didn't like sunlight.

After 2 minutes, there was another voice discussing big breasts and small breasts outside the railing. Fang Ju got up, and after hearing two beeps, the cell was opened.

There was a robot at the door, and its electronic eyes emitted red light, scanning Fang Ju's body.

"Code No. 44, Fang Ju, follow me."

Fang Ju stood up slowly, living in the dark and small environment for a long time, he rarely walked upright like this, his legs were uncomfortable, and his feet hurt...

Follow the robot out of the cell, through the dark corridor, take the transport elevator, Fang Ju appears in the dining room on the first floor, no one speaks, occasionally there is the sound of tableware colliding, the person serving the meal is an aunt, she glanced at Fang Ju , casually dug something from the trough and put it in Fang Ju's bowl, and handed it to Fang Ju for disposal.

They were all rare food, and the portion was very small. Fang Ju didn't say anything, and he took the bowl silently.But just so carelessly, the hand slipped and the bowl fell into the trough again.

"What's the matter with you!!" The woman wanted to slap Fang Ju, but the thin Fang Ju didn't seem to be doing it on purpose at all, and kept bowing his head to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Fang Ju looked innocent.

"You think I've given you less, don't you?"

"No...no, I know you have the final say here, I...I...how dare you."

"Just know, don't eat today, go to the side!" The woman's vanity seemed to be satisfied, Fang Ju raised his head, glanced at the woman's clothes, and smiled contemptuously when he lowered his head.

It's just a female prisoner who is about to complete her sentence.

"Who gave you the guts!" A voice rang out from the door, "I don't know when a female prisoner in charge of food will be in charge here."

Someone was going to die, it was the warden's voice, Fang Ju raised his head as expected.

Sometimes a single word can bring a person into bad luck, Fang Ju clearly understands this, a prisoner should behave like a prisoner, and don't try to surpass authority.Amidst the pleadings of the female prisoner, Fang Ju fished out his own bowl, filled it full, and sat down in the seat under the startled eyes of the next prisoner.

Most of the people in Cell 44 are afraid of Fang Ju, even though he looks innocent and kind, this kid is a bit evil.

Fang Ju is the youngest prisoner here, but the crime is not light at all. It is said that it was murder, but this is also a guess, because Fang Ju was sentenced to life at the time, and there are very few crimes that can be sentenced so severely, unless it is murder. people.At that time, when Fang Ju was brought here wearing white clothes, most people didn't believe it, because he looked like a simple child, a little withdrawn, often playing with his fingers alone, with pure eyes , if not wearing a prison uniform, it would be more like a little angel in a print magazine.

Fang Ju likes to hum songs alone in the cell, messy songs. When he first came, Olsen downstairs liked to listen to them, but since he knew that Fang Ju was a felon, these songs have become a bit creepy .He is a wicked child.

What can best prove Fang Ju's wickedness is not those creepy songs or Fang Ju's words and deeds, but that people who offend Fang Ju will end up in a bad end. Several people in Building 44 have been shot, and it seems that they have nothing to do with Fang Ju Contact, but anyone in the know knows that these people once assembled a crowd to beat the child.

The female prisoner was dragged out, but miraculously, everyone still ate as usual, no one looked over here, what to do, the warden glanced in satisfaction, and went out with a smile.

When Fang Ju was eating, he kept his feet hanging in the air, impatiently poking the porridge with a spoon, but his feet still hurt.

After eating, Fang Ju wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and sat there bored. This time, he stopped playing with his hands and started playing with his feet. Dare to talk to Fang Ju until the robot informs Fang Ju that they need to take a car to perform social labor.

"Oh." Fang Ju replied in a daze.

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"Listen well, the place I'm going to today is the scientific research institute. When you get there, someone will tell you what to do, don't touch things you shouldn't touch, don't say what you shouldn't say, and don't try to escape. I know that you have positioning devices and self-explosion devices on your body. Well, everyone can take a rest now, today's task is very heavy."

The person in charge of building 44 was speaking. Fang Ju sat in the last row, with his legs folded, his back straight, and he listened carefully. The seats in his row were all empty, and most of the prisoners in front of him were in a coma. sleepy.

The sky bus started, and Fang Ju looked at the changing scenery around him, covering his eyes with his arms.

He hates the sun... hates people in the sun...

The scientific research institute was far away, and the car flew on the track for about an hour before arriving at the destination. The car drove directly into the scientific research institute, and a young woman in a white coat was in charge of leading the way.

"You are the person in charge of Building 44."

"Yes, 176 people came today, I don't know if it is enough."

"Enough." The woman nodded and replied,

"Come with me, what you need to do today is to deal with the contents of the waste warehouse, and the waste warehouse will be emptied within today."

After walking for about 20 minutes, Fang Ju saw a huge building, which was completely sealed, and the woman began to take out the keys. This should be the so-called waste warehouse.

Fang Ju walked at the end, and his intuition told him that there was nothing good in the waste warehouse.

And it is true...

As soon as the door of the waste warehouse was opened, everyone smelled a pungent smell. Fang Ju's guess was confirmed. This is a scientific research institute, and it is a biological research institute. The waste products he can produce, except general scientific research Besides the necessary waste, the most likely ones are animal carcasses and some scrapped chemicals. Without exception, these things are harmful to the human body, so the scientific research institute will hire felons to clean them up.

After seeing the reaction of the prisoner's door, the person in charge took out the controller from his pocket. This is a threat, death and physical damage, it seems that it is not so difficult to choose.

Wave after wave of people went in, and when Fang Ju's turn was about to come, he fell down, tears welling in his eyes, but he got up swiftly, closing his eyes and preparing to rush through the door.

"Wait, there are enough people inside, the rest come with me to work elsewhere." The woman suddenly said.Fang Ju also knew in an instant that he had guessed right.

The female researcher should have a younger brother, and he died, but the pen the female researcher used was about the team. Except for that pen, she couldn’t see any signs of liking the ball, so that thing was given by someone else. There is no ring on it, so it should not be a gift from a partner, and it looks very old, indicating that it has been used many times, which may be of commemorative significance, and it is something that young people will like. Fang Ju guessed it was a relic of his younger brother.

Fang Ju ignorantly kept up with the footsteps of the large army, and seemed to be belatedly smiling at the female researcher. Under the sun, he looked like an angel...

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