【Qiu Qian】Prisoner

34.

Drugs are prevalent in prisons. Everyone knows that there are not many innocent people here, and life is boring, so they want to try everything.At the very beginning, he was still trying to make deals secretly, but the new warden was a fool, so he really turned a blind eye and closed his eyes if he gave him some sweetness, making him completely forget why his innocent senior was taken away.The prisoners are blatant, the price is obviously lower than the outside and the pursuit of that maddening state undoubtedly stimulates the desire of this group of people.

Bags of "white powder" are traded openly and secretly, bringing chaos and an unexpected end to fragile lives.

The vile bloodshed continued to increase, just like the criminal who bit people madly last time, this time it was even bloodier.The skin on the neck was torn, and the prisoner subconsciously raised his hand to cover his wound in a daze, blood still flowed all over the floor like a faucet.

The residence is full of disgusting fishy smell mixed with cheap disinfectant. People in the prison keep disappearing, sometimes under everyone's nose, sometimes quietly without anyone knowing.

The prisoners were both depressed and excited.

After all, who knows which unlucky guy will have his turn tomorrow?

35.

The mountain rain is about to come, and dark clouds shroud this desolate land, but life is still the same.

With half a cigarette in his mouth, William put medicine on Joke, his brows were furrowed, and his hands were neither serious nor heavy.

"Hiss, be gentle, bastard." Jack was facing him, with his bare upper body showing a piece of red skin on his chest. '"Also, who the hell made you smoke again? Are you more talented?" So the prison is not a good place, and I don't know who I learned from. The original good boy who frowned after smelling second-hand smoke is now Trying to get some out of his pocket.Thinking of spraying him with cigarettes in the future, William would no longer be able to see him choking tears and coughing in the mist, and Jack felt a little sorry.

"Bah." William didn't give him a good look. Who knows how he felt when he saw this man clutching his chest with his pale face and clothes dripping with blood a few days ago.If you are in a bad mood, you will strike harder. "Hey, brat, you're going to kill me." Juke spoke while biting his cigarette, with a fierce tone, but he was still relaxed.He even stretched his arms around William's waist, "Why are you so angry?"

"Can't you fucking learn to shut up?" The gauze "slapped" on the body, and something wet with disinfectant splashed, and he stepped back only to find that he was tied up, and he became even more irritable. "Tsk, son of a bitch." The man let go, picked up the wet gauze that fell on his trousers, took two deep puffs between his mouth, and let the remaining half burn up, and Chuck pressed the cigarette butt on the table, "meaning It makes sense."

"Hmph." Afraid of delaying the infection of the wound, or fearing that Joke would be really angry, William still honestly took the gauze and wiped his wound.

The wound hadn't healed yet, revealing the deep red flesh and blood inside.There was a deep wound next to the heart. William promised that if the thing was a few centimeters off, he wouldn't have to work hard to serve people here.After thinking about it, he became unhappy again, as if being pressed under the quilt and beaten, feeling muffled and unspeakably uncomfortable.

"Does it hurt?"

"what?"

How can it not hurt, try stabbing you?

He was a chubby young man with a shaved beard, and Qiu Ke couldn't figure out how he did it. He felt that the way he wrinkled his eyebrows and wrinkled his nose looked pitiful and painful.

"Cough, it's okay, you just need to be gentle." Clearing his throat uncomfortably, William got closer, and his head moved closer to the tip of his nose.His nose was itchy, and Joker wanted to scratch it, but he didn't move.

Tsk, this little brat.

36.

I didn't sleep well at night, which led to yawning during labor the next day.William wiped his tears and fiddled with the bottles and jars under his hands.

The infirmary used to be the most palatable place, but now the prisoners can't wait to stay away from it.Faced with those people in dire conditions all day long, my appetite has dropped a lot, not to mention that this group of lunatics may go berserk at any time, and it might just kill them.

When the labor was assigned, William took the initiative to apply to come here, so he didn't think it was as bad as others described.Secondly, this allows close contact with drugs. He occasionally took two bottles away without anyone knowing.After all, there is another worry in the house.

"Yo, long time no see, friend."

It's someone familiar and none other than that, Brett.

This person didn't know who he had offended, and he was beaten to death when he was sent. He thought he had just explained it like this, but he survived again.William saw that the bare skin around his neck was covered with bandages, and wondered if he should sigh that his vitality was tenacious.

"Have you chosen, do you want to join me?" Brett became even thinner, and was wrapped in bandages dryly, like a mummy in a movie.Regardless of whether William paid any attention to it, he stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes, struggled to move his hands and feet, and muttered a bunch of incomprehensible words excitedly.

"I'm going out, friend, I'm going out, I'm going out, hahahahahaha I'm going."

"Get out? Where are you going?" William wandered around and just wanted to leave after checking the house, when he heard him say this.

"Hee hee, keep it secret."