【Qiu Qian】Prisoner

11.

An'an has been stable for half a month, and his wrist is still not healed, but he is used to his magical roommates.

It was a fine day, and Neb looked extraordinarily happy.In fact, it's not obvious, it's still the indifferent face, but the whole portrait has a big "happy" on the forehead.

William walked side by side with him, and felt that he was walking towards the cafeteria a little faster than usual. Subconsciously, William looked back at Jack with complicated emotions.

After struggling to peel the eggshell, Naibu put the dinner plate on the table with a cold face, and with a "snap", the metal dinner plate shook a few times before quieting down.William blinked, a little puzzled.

what's wrong?

William looked at him full of doubts. The latter angrily opened the milk that came with his breakfast, and drank half of the bottle in one gulp.

"Still angry?" Jack followed, holding the plate in one hand and reaching out to touch his neck with the other.

Neb turned to the side to avoid it, and looked at him with resentment, or he held a glass bottle of chocolate milk in his hand.

"That should have been mine."

Reluctantly, Neb made room for Jack to sit next to him.

"It can be yours now, too."

Jack unsealed the bottle and carefully placed it by Neb's hand.

"Conditions remain the same."

"This should have been assigned to me." Nabu glared at him.

"But now it's in my hand." Jack smiled and winked at him, and tapped the bottle twice with his middle finger. "So, do you want it?"

"..." Neb stared at the bottle for two seconds, and then looked at Jack with a smug expression. "bother."

Throwing his dinner plate to Jack, he picked up the bottle and sipped his milk, ignoring him.

started again...

Stuffing the egg into his mouth with a blank expression, William realized that he hadn't finished peeling the egg until he heard the sound of "crack, crack".

Neither spit nor swallowed, before he had time to feel sorry for himself, the oval object was handed to his eyes.With his back to the light, the shadow cast by Jack looks unexpectedly tall.

Everyone can get two or three eggs every week, and reaching out to take the one that should have belonged to Jack, William was moved to feel that his green hair and exaggerated makeup became more pleasing to the eye.

"Needly." Jack stuffed the small piece of sausage on William's plate into his mouth without hesitation, and kicked him, "Remember to peel it better."

"..."

If you don't work hard, maybe you can get a tie.

12.

William was still gnashing his teeth here, but curses came first from the other side.

The two of them were only focused on talking to their companions, and bumped into each other without noticing.The plate was not held firmly, and the food was scattered all over the floor.

It can be big or small, but there are few good-tempered people here.You push me, I push you, and quickly move your hands.

There are no entertainment facilities, this is the entertainment of the prisoners.Everyday dull people become lively at this moment.

"beat him!"

"Hey, push hard!"

The crowd quickly gathered. At this time, whoever stops first is equal to admitting defeat first.And this is fatal in a place where the law of the jungle is the rule of survival.

The commotion became louder and louder, and the spectators pushed and shoved each other, and began to rub against each other.

A small incident can cause waves to ripple like dropping a stone on a calm lake.

"Pa", in anger, I don't know who smashed the glass bottle on whose head, blood flowed down and dripped on the ground.

The little troublemaker stopped and looked at the man with red eyes and panting with excitement.

"Tsk, it's gone." Jack smacked his lips and ate the last piece of bacon.

William looked terrified, and the three next to him were calmer than the other.

Only Joker joined in the fun, whistled when the battle was fierce, poked William with his arm, and asked him whether he would bet on who would win.

Now things seem to be getting bigger and bigger, but he has no nature at all.

Turning to see William stretching his neck with a fork in his mouth, he thought this kid was more interesting, so he slapped him on the back of the head.

"Okay, don't look at it, eat quickly, I have to work in a while."

The strikes were neither serious nor severe, William was almost knocked against the table by his slap, and stared at him fiercely, intending to give this person two punches in the next moment.

"Hey," Jack ignored his threat at all, stretched his waist and leaned on the back of the chair, and looked at the ceiling with his mouth open.

"Do you think this is really ignored? Tell you, those prison guards are no fun." Jack sat back and put his hand on William's shoulder with a serious expression.

"These grandchildren were not sure where to read the joke just now, because they were afraid that there would be no big trouble. When the beating is almost over, come out and see who you want to punish. Those who can't afford to be punished should be punished, and those who can't be offended will pretend not to see it."

Jack put away his wanton smile, looking a little shady.

"There are thousands of people here, and if one or two are missing, no one will notice."

"I know..." William put down the fork, and his expression was a little bit bad. He had read about how dark the prison was, but he had only seen it in books and movies. Personal experience is another matter.

Or, can he wait until the day he goes out?

Most of the prisoners in this prison are repeat offenders.

Murder, rape, robbery, drug dealing.

Only he looks out of place here.

Just a few of his roommates who took extra care of him.

Naib is a mercenary, and he rarely mentions the names of dozens of people.

Jack?

The man hugged Naibu and rubbed his ears, and said with a smile, "I was ignorant when I was young, and I hurt a few people."

It took two days for William to know that his so-called wounding meant disemboweling five living people.

And Joker's crime is manslaughter, he accidentally killed his colleague.If you don't consider that this lunatic peeled off the man's face with his own hands, he is the most harmless person in the room in terms of head alone, but there are only some or no such things as hurting people and killing people.Where can it be measured by quantity.

are you afraid?

William thought he should be afraid.

A normal person should be afraid. He is a good college student and has just signed a team. He could have shined at his favorite rugby club.

But what?After waking up overnight, he was stuffed into such a ghostly place, and he was no longer surrounded by his classmates, teachers and those blushing school girls who would chatter around him.

They are criminals, real criminals, hungry wolves who will tear off a piece of your flesh at any time if they are upset.

"So, if I hadn't helped you back then, you would have been tortured to death." Seeing him in a daze, Juke patted his head again, and was hooked by William's hair.He simply stretched out his fingers and pulled his dreadlocks around for fun.At first sight of him, Jack was very interested in his bad hair.Only now can I really touch it. "Oh, I never asked, how do you wash your hair? Take it off?"

"Huh? Have you met before?" Nebu swallowed the last mouthful of food, took the paper towel handed over by Jack and wiped it on his mouth impatiently twice.Blinking at them both.

"Hey, what if..."

"no!"

William sat up straight, raising his hand to cover Jack's mouth.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Juke blinked at him with a smirk, and hugged William's shoulder and rubbed his head in an insatiable way.

This man was really strong, and William made two attempts to no avail, so he had no choice but to bully him dryly.

The prison guards who came late over there yelled "what to do" in a fake way, suppressed the commotion and took everyone away one by one.

Afraid?

At first I was afraid.

But it was also a symbolic fear.

From the very beginning, no matter it was a coincidence or they had known about it for a long time, these few people helped him without reservation.First impressions are still important, although he thinks his roommates are more or less eccentric, but people are always good.

He didn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it. They would harm him one day.

After all, there's nothing left for him to figure out, is there?

"Let's go, go to work, I'm still waiting to go to bed."

After snoring at William's head for a long time, Jack let go, put his dinner plate on top of William's head, and swaggered away.

...this guy is still too annoying.

William nodded to the two people opposite, and resigned himself to his fate, holding the tableware for two people and followed.

Why don't you put a sack on him and beat him up one day, isn't it good?