[The Shawshank Redemption] Converted

After a brief panic, Bob began to struggle hard, shouting: "Hadley, you'd better let me go! You have no right to use force against me!"

"Then who gave you the power to open the new prisoner?" Byron let go of his collar, and watched Bob fall back to the ground with his hands folded, panting heavily without any image.

"That snot-nosed man stayed up most of the night, crying and clamoring to go home. Naturally, I fulfilled his wish and sent him back! Old! Home!" Bob had a wanton evil smile on his lips, obviously implying something .

Byron didn't speak, but continued to stare at him coldly, as if thinking about how to deal with this bastard.

Bob couldn't bear Byron's condescending gaze, and cursed: "What?! Did I do something wrong? Do you want me to be like you, a coward, who makes mistakes and let them go?! I'm really fed up Oh, you weak bastard! To the captain of TM!"

"I think, when you go to jail, you'll miss a weak guy like me"

Byron didn't pay attention to Bob's sudden change of expression, but before he could react, he dragged him into the bathroom of the captain's office.

Close the door, lock it, and pull out the key, all in one go.

Just think of Bob's hysterical slamming and shouting as background music that's a bit poorly played.

Sitting in front of the red lacquered wooden desk in the office, Byron took out a piece of letter paper and wrote a few paragraphs of text smoothly with his left hand.

He took out a half-new pocket watch from his uniform pocket, folded the letter papers, and was about to put them in. After thinking for a while, he held the too new and white paper and walked towards the medical room.

Under the dim light of the prison medical room, there was only one young black prisoner still dozing off; the decent white coats had already gone home to sleep.

The sound of Byron's leather boots on the tiled floor woke the man up: "Oh! Mr. Hadley! I... I'm sorry! I..."

The man's dark face wrinkled together, and he wanted to beg for his dereliction of duty, but he couldn't find a good excuse for a while, and he was so anxious that there were big beads of sweat on his forehead.

Byron raised his index finger to his mouth and immediately silenced the other party.

He explained: "I'm here to find a case file. Since there are no patients here, you should go back to the cell first."

As soon as the words fell, Captain Byron's eyes flashed, and the other party had already run several meters away, obviously afraid that he would change his mind temporarily.

"It seems that I still have a bit of the majesty of the captain." Byron touched the stubble that had just sprouted on his chin.

Shaking his head and putting aside the irrelevant things, he adjusted the angle and distance of the quartz light tube, spread out the letter paper, turned and walked towards the door.

Byron closed the wooden door of the medical room casually to block the faintly flickering blue-purple light.

The pointer of the pocket watch showed that it was just one o'clock in the middle of the night, "There are still six or seven hours, which is almost enough." Byron heaved a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall of the corridor, constantly thinking about tomorrow's plan in his mind.

Like today, he never wants to meet a second time with pig teammates to mend holes.Therefore, it is necessary to plan carefully so as to avoid future troubles forever.

Of course, before the doctors at Shawshank Prison and Warden Norton officially went to work at eight o'clock, a new day for the prisoners had already begun.

Opening his eyes with a sharp whistle, Andy Dufresne picked up the small card next to his pillow, confirming that after the morning roll call, the meal can be served.

In fact, since he was imprisoned yesterday afternoon, he has not had a drop of water for more than ten hours.

Therefore, even though he knew very well that the standard of food in the prison would not be very high, he still looked forward to the arrival of this breakfast.

But obviously, Shawshank's kitchen can always give people a "surprise".

While Andy is staring at the uninvited guest on the dinner plate, the old prisoner Brooks at the next table offers a helping hand.

After looking at the little crow in the pocket of the other party's prison uniform, Andy forced himself to fill his stomach with the food on the plate, while listening carefully to the conversation of the people at the table - coming to a completely strange place, listening more and talking less , will never suffer.

"My Horse Headed Ahead"

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat, and I'll bring you five cigarettes"

"Lucky Guy"

……

Soon, Andy realized that this group of veterans in the prison was setting up a gamble with the performance of the dozen or so newcomers who were imprisoned yesterday, and the expression in his gray-blue eyes couldn't help but dimmed.

"Hey, Tyrell, you were on duty in the infirmary yesterday. Is my horse okay?" With the skill of "smart eyes and pearls", the middle-aged man with blond hair who took down ten good cigarettes straightened up and faced the man behind him. table, shouted triumphantly with a little concern.

A black prisoner turned around when he heard the sound, and replied, "Heywood, I don't know much about it. He seems to be seriously injured. It is said that his head was cracked, but all the doctors on duty yesterday went home..."

Heywood's complexion changed, and he fell back to the table, holding the right hand of the trophy, subconsciously tightening it.

Tyrrell added: "However, I saw an officer go out in a special service vehicle through the window. Mr. Youngburger, who came to the infirmary to find someone, said that Captain Hadley seemed to be sending someone to the hospital for treatment... God Bless, hope he survives"

The skinny man opposite Heywood stroked his curly brown hair, as if he was thinking: "There is an opening in the head, how likely is it to survive?"

He couldn't help but said, "Mr. Bob, you were too ruthless... If it wasn't for Captain Hadley... then the fat man might not be able to do it on the spot."

Reid, an older black man beside him, patted his arm warningly, and said in a low voice, "Zigger! Watch your words! Do you still count on the mercy of the prison guards!"

Zieger caught a glimpse of the guards on duty not far away, quickly shrank his neck, and kept silent.

Seeing that the lively conversation at the next table stopped, Andy answered, "I think Captain Hadley is a very nice guy."

Reid turned his head and glanced at the rookie who dared to talk, and said flatly: "Probably he is the kind of kind-hearted nobleman, maybe there are poor people starving to death in front of his eyes... But for the tragedy that happened in the invisible corner, seeing Don't see me, don't worry"

Brooks nodded first, then shook his head slightly, and said in a vague voice: "I have seen six wardens in Shawshank, and the captain of the prison guard can't count on two hands. However, before Mr. Hadley, every prisoner here He's going to die every month... His kindness is enough, in prison, it's rarer than gold."

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the old and new prisoners in Shawshank were all scattered to "go to work".And the warden, Mr. Norton, who took a share of their labor fruits with peace of mind, just walked to the second floor of the office building.

By the stairs, Byron stood with a resentful Bob.

The first time Bob saw the figure of the warden, he immediately ran forward and yelled to vent his grievances: "Mr. Norton! I want to sue Hadley for abusing his power! He locked me in the toilet at will. For several hours! It will not be released until dawn!"

Warden Norton stepped back without a trace, looked at Byron with a gentle expression, and said, "Captain Byron, tell me what's going on."

"Yes, Mr. Norton." Byron's calm and unhurried response, compared with Bob, who was blushing and thick-necked, was in a different position.

"Last night, a new prisoner was punished by Bob for violating his night lock. I certainly agree that anyone who makes a mistake should be taught a lesson, but isn't bleeding and dying too much?

So, I left Bob, who was too emotional and unable to calm down, to calm him down." Byron recounted what happened last night impartially.

"Hadley! You! You not only locked me in that damn place, but also threatened to send me to prison! Warden, don't be fooled by him!" Bob interjected angrily.

"Pay attention to your attitude, Bob! Mr. Hadley is also your boss, who allowed you to yell here!"

Warden Norton didn't care too much about the life and death of a prisoner, but when Byron was speaking just now, he made a gesture with his left hand on his waist, obviously there was something else hidden about this matter.

Bob wanted to argue any more, but he was silenced by the warden's words: "Okay, after all, Hadley didn't do anything to you? You can go back to rest and reflect at home. Proper"

The word "property" was pronounced very seriously. Bob saw Warden Norton's eyes slashing across him like ice knives, and knew that if he continued to make trouble like this without measure, there would be absolutely no good fruit to eat.

Reluctantly, Bob turned and went downstairs, and Byron followed Norton into the most spacious and bright room in Shawshank—the warden's inner office.

Norton found a comfortable position in his chair to lean back on, and asked with a scrutiny attitude: "Byron, you have always been a good boy who put me at ease, what happened to this matter..."

Byron promptly took out something from his pocket watch and handed it over to answer the warden's doubts.

Norton unfolded the slightly yellowed letter paper, and the large paragraphs of German made him sit up straight: "Oh? I don't know, but you have relatives in Germany?"

Byron stood aside and explained: "My wife's family came from Germany before World War II. She has some blood relatives and is currently living in the American-occupied area of ​​Berlin."

The letter was not too long. Norton read it twice from beginning to end, raised his head and asked, "I don't think my German has deteriorated too much. This is nothing more than your relatives saying that the Soviet-occupied areas are spreading abuse of our country recently. , rumors of persecution of prisoners of war, the atmosphere in Berlin is extremely tense.”

The implication is, what does this have to do with Bob's business?

The author has something to say:

In 1904, Heraeus of Germany invented the first quartz ultraviolet mercury lamp

So I'm assuming that after 40+ years, US prison medical rooms will have UV disinfection lamps...  

The use of ultraviolet light here is to borrow its strong oxidative properties to quickly make old paper

As for what kind of effect it can have within a few hours, the stupid author has no idea

After World War II, Germany was divided up by the victorious powers, and Berlin was divided into four occupied areas of the Soviet Union, the United States, Britain and France.

According to the establishment of West Germany in May 1949 and the establishment of East Germany in October

I would venture to assume that Berlin in 1947 was not very harmonious hahaha

After World War II, there have always been discussions among countries on the treatment of prisoners of war.

But this kind of magical development in this article is entirely to avoid a humanitarian crisis in Shawshank in the future...

The above is the author's magic reform based on historical knowledge, please pat on everyone, love you!