【Qiu Qian】Prisoner

16.

"You will find a place of comfort."

After being kicked twice, William moved to the side, and Juke sat beside him as he should have squeezed him.The steps were so wide in total that William was squeezed and almost fell, before he stopped.

Humming a few out-of-key songs, maybe it was so bad that I couldn't take it anymore, Chuck laughed "hehe" twice, leaned back, and simply lay down on the ground.

The branches of the trees cover most of the sunlight, and the fragments are comfortable.

Jack stretched his waist, let out a long string of "ha—", put his hands under his head and started humming again, only to find that the always rambunctious boy was a little silent today.

"What are you thinking?"

The black and white striped prison uniform was short and bulky, and from the angle of Juke, he could see a small part of his waist.Oddly enough, Jack put his hand on it.

There are strong muscles under the wheat-colored skin. Qiu Ke pinched his waist with a little force, and suddenly wanted to know what his muscles would look like when they were tensed.

"It's nothing." William didn't look back, stretched out his hand to rub the pinched place, and took away Juke's hand, and the latter stuck it up again. He didn't persist, and continued to stare into the distance in a daze.

In summer, the grass is gilded by the sun, and the green is dazzling.The weather has been good these few days, and the sky is also very blue. Occasionally, a white cloud or two drifts by, leaving an afterimage.

The boundary between the ground and the sky closed into a fuzzy line. William bent one leg and put his elbow on it.

Jack poked William a few more times. Seeing that he didn't respond, he also felt bored. He turned sideways to avoid the glare of the light and planned to sleep.

The birds and beasts are rare, but they are not quiet, and the chattering voices of the underground prisoners make people feel sleepy.Jack blinked his narrowed eyes a few times before he was too sleepy to open them. He was about to fall asleep in a daze when William touched him with his leg.

"Juke, have you thought about going out?"

"Huh?" Juke's voice was slightly hoarse, and he was listening lazily on sleepy head. "Where are you going?"

"Get out, leave the prison, go back."

William picked up half of the grass and rubbed it in his hands, and the leaves, which were not so wide, were rubbed into thin strips.

"Why are you going out? What can you do when you go out?" Juke snorted, turned over and seemed to ignore him.

"Are you going to stay here forever?" William's voice suddenly rose, and he stood up in disbelief.

"Stay like a piece of trash until you die?"

"..."

Compared to his agitation, Joke was rare calm. He sat up, carefully patted the grass clippings off his trousers, and then slowly stood up.

He was already taller than William, and the terrain made him even taller.

Jack looked down at him with a serious expression that William had never seen before.

"Trash?" He smiled. To be honest, his sneer looked much better than his usual exaggerated laugh. "Student William Ellis, I don't know what gave you the illusion. You seem to have some wrong perception."

He brushed back the fallen hair, fingers still stuck in the strands.

"I was just a piece of trash."

"I'm not……"

After yelling at William, he regretted it. The cold expression on Jack's face frightened him. Even though he still had the ridiculous makeup on his face, he felt the chill he had never experienced before.

He wants Jouk to stop, he feels he should apologize.But Jack didn't give him a chance.

He waved his hands, and his walking posture was a little strange.

"Let's go boy, it's almost time to assemble."

17.

Naibu felt that the atmosphere in the room was always weird recently, but he couldn't say exactly why.

He asked Jack, and Jack just smiled and said he didn't know either.

Neb finished the milk in his bottle, thinking he must know something.

18.

This morning, the prison was extremely lively.

William followed the crowd to the prison gate, patted his face and asked what was wrong.

"Hey, here's a newcomer, why, my friend, do you want to give me a hand?"

"Huh?" William didn't know what code words they were talking about, so he waved his hands, saying he wasn't interested.

The man curled his lips and didn't force it, he followed the others and squeezed forward again.

Unlike him then, he was sent urgently.

This time it was a scheduled escort, a car of which William could not tell the model, and a whole carload of prisoners was escorted.

William saw that they were tied together by an iron chain. They were tall, short, fat, and thin, and even their skin colors were different.

"Stand up, stand up for me! Count the number of people!"

The warden raised a loudspeaker and yelled, and the director, who was barely seen, talked a lot.

William yawned as he listened, feeling a little lucky for the first time in avoiding this long speech.

The warden asked the prisoner if he had any questions perfunctorily, in an extremely impatient tone.

People of color know how to restrain themselves, but some people hit their guns.

The man had a hulking back, and William made a gesture, thinking that he must be two laps stronger than Jack.

His neck was stiff, his veins popped out, and his voice was so powerful that William could hear it from a long distance away.

"I wonder when I'm going to get out of this fucking place, you sons of a bitch."

"Very good." The warden laughed loudly, took off his hat and handed it to the prison guard behind him. "That's a great question."

The man walked over to face him, looked him in the eyes, and the warden patted his cheek with a smile. "Let me tell you the answer."

It was not so pleasant to stab the hard buttock of the baton in the stomach, and the prisoner bent over instantly.But someone stopped his movement.

The warden pulled his hair and rubbed his chin with his baton. "Let me tell you the answer, sweet little friend."

The prison guard raised his hand high and then lowered it hard, putting his foot on the prisoner's stomach. The tall man fell to the ground and raised a cloud of dust.

The baton fell onto the body with a "slap". At first, the man struggled, but was held down by three or four prison guards. He could only hold his head, praying that all this would pass soon.

"Stand up, cutie, I'll fucking let you stand up."

After the punishment was over, the warden took back his hat and put it on, straightened his collar, and touched the prisoner who couldn't get up with his toe.

"Honey, do you have any questions?"

"Uh, uh..." The man twitched weakly, and finally passed out.

"Anyone else have questions? Huh?"

The arrogant voice came from the loudspeaker far away, and William was a little surprised. So, are the people here like this?

"Take it away."

"All prisoners return to the room, ready for inspection!"

The prisoners were taken down one by one, and the prison guards also left. Before William left, he took a look and found that the man was still lying there.