"Don't think about running away or complaining, you will never have such a chance. There are also people from there. They will stare at you all the time. Don't look at me with such resentful eyes. To be honest, I'm definitely helping you. What can you do? In the outside world, whether you can survive is still a question. You have to work hard to earn money back in life. Maybe you can't even fill in the report. Everyone will look at you with contempt, and you can't change your situation. Prison is different

.There are thick walls and fully armed guards. People outside cannot enter. You can eat easily without doing anything. There are medical benefits for regular physical examinations, and various services that prison guards remind you for free every day. In addition to the narrower and more closed environment, it is indeed a good place in general. People should learn to be content and not always have all kinds of unrealistic fantasies in their minds. I also want to be a millionaire, and I also want to always be surrounded by beautiful beauties. But is it possible?"

These words of Guli Akado were firmly imprinted in Gao Liquan's mind. In this way, he went from a down-and-out free vagabond to a prisoner in Songcheng Prison.

Perhaps it was because of Guli Akado's suggestion that the big figures above attached great importance to Gao Liquan. In order to ensure that there would be no problems during the escort process, they even called a heavy aircraft. Although Gao Liquan was not very clear about the legal provisions of this world, he could vaguely guess: since they positioned themselves as a madman first, it means that they did not have to bear the fault of murder. But no matter what, life imprisonment and other things are inevitable. They do not need to speak on their own, nor do they want to see themselves appear outside the detention center as normal. More importantly, they cannot shoot themselves in a formal name. In contrast, being imprisoned in an inescapable prison is the best choice.

This is a special space outside the law. Only those who truly hold power can operate this way. You are still alive, but you have lost everything.

Thinking returns to reality.

As soon as Gao Liquan walked into the cell, the heavy iron prison door was closed with a loud bang behind him. The light in the room was very dark. Gao Liquan saw a rough iron bed on both sides of the cell, and the one on the left was already there. The guy was snoring, and the guards pushed Gao Liquan into the cell very loudly, and directly woke the guy up from his beautiful sleep. He sat up unhappily, looked at Gao Liquan with hostile eyes, and kept yawning in his mouth.

It was a big guy with a figure similar to a bear. The tattered felt shaved off from him, revealing his broad furry breasts. With the dim light in the cell, the big boss looked at Gao Liquan who had just walked into the room with a bad look. His black eyes were almost blocked by bushy eyebrows, and his hair and beard were cut in a mess and uneven manner.

He was obviously not awake yet. With sleepy eyes, the big guy yawned again, with a strong nasal sound, and slowly turned his head and eyes towards Gao Liquan.

"Damn it, why do people always come in when I sleep? Last time it was Kakalatiko, and last time it was Lafaxon. Now I am a self-righteous bastard. Damn, if I have the chance, I must beat the guards outside. Didn't you see me sleeping? I just have to close the door so heavily. This kind of hell is harmful to my health."

The big guy obviously wanted to make trouble. He moved his body to the edge of the bed, and was about to put on his slippers, but he happened to see half of Gao Liquan's face illuminated by the dim light. The face was full of gullies and covered with dense burns and knife wounds. At any time, this extremely abnormal wound means that the owner had encountered unimaginable pain and experiences. It was really terrible. No matter which one it was, it meant that this person was either firm in nature or extremely cruel.

The big guy had already clenched his fists, wanting to teach Gao Liquan a lesson. Seeing that face, the clenched fists slowly loosened again, and the anger and anxiety in his heart disappeared instantly, turning into an instinctive fear and uneasiness.

“It was a bad night, for each of us.”

The big guy stared at Gao Liquan, looked for several seconds before whispering in a hoarse voice: "Welcome to Songcheng Prison. I hope you like this damn place."

Gao Liquan ignored him and walked over directly, sat on his empty bed, lowered his head, and looked at the swollen bruises on his chest and ribs.

The armed guards were unscrupulous in fighting people, and the butt stocks and thick military boots left a deep and obvious mark on Gao Liquan. It seemed that these marks would remain on him for a long time, at least for several months.

"It seems that those guards don't like you, man."

The big inmate looked at Gao Liquan's actions and was a little gloating, so he commented.

Gao Liquan raised his head, stared at him, and said calmly: "You are right, no one likes me. To be honest, sometimes even I don't like myself."

"Haha! I like humorous guys like you."

The big inmate muttered, slowly moving his thick lips, stretching out his right hand towards Gao Liquan: "My name is Hawks, where are you?"

"Gao Liquan."

The latter took the hand and shook it hard. The distance between the two people was closer. Gao Liquan saw that Hawks had a long body hair, which looked like a thick sweater. Maybe it was a show-off or a test of his strength. Hawks pinched it hard, and Gao Liquan did not speak and used greater strength to return him. This kind of private struggle between men was very effective, and both sides had a preliminary understanding of strength and ability. They just sat there and looked at each other, and after several minutes.

"New guy, you won't cause any trouble for me, right?"

In the balance of strength, Hawks finally gave up first. He let go of his hand, looked at the red marks that had just been held on the tiger's mouth, and said vaguely: "In this place, everyone takes care of themselves. The same is true for the previous few people. If you do this, haha... then we will get along well."

The threatening element is obviously greater than the friendly element. In such places, there may never be any friendship, let alone the two of them just met. Gao Liquan sneered: "I promise you that in fact, if this is the last conversation between us, I wouldn't care at all."

The answer was very tough, and Hawks also heard from it that it was extremely tough and vulgar. He was a little annoyed, but there was no excuse or reason for the attack. He inserted his finger into his hair, stumbled backwards, lay down, and muttered, "Hehehehe! Don't be so direct. Man, you just need to remember that we are inmates, we are scumbags who live in the same cell, not friends."

The word "friend" rekinds Gao Liquan's long-closed memory.

He took off his boots and slowly lay on the bed.

The blanket is very thin, emitting an unpleasant smell of mold and odor. God knows which owner he is? A strong smell of sweat comes to his face, and the surface of the blanket is covered with all kinds of unknown dirt. Gao Liquan has no time to care about these things. He only feels that his mind is very messy and full of all kinds of indescribable strange thinking.

Gao Liquan has no favoritism for this world. Especially Guli Akado, Gao Liquan feels that he is simply an outstanding representative of the evil people.

But can he blame this kind of thing? Everyone has the desire to climb up, and Guli Akado just did something that suits his own interests.

Where are my friends?

Gao Liquan knew that Guli Akado wanted to let him rot in this cell. He felt a little more or less pity in his heart, perhaps out of guilt for this sin. In short, Guli Akado did not kill Gao Liquan. However, Gao Liquan would not thank him for this, but only felt that this was his opportunity. If he could escape from this prison, he would definitely bombard Guli Akado's head with a gun.

Thinking of this, Gao Liquan gradually fell asleep with Hawks' low snoring.

...

In the early morning, the sun came out.

The sound of pots and pans filled the spacious hall. This was the dining room in the prison. It was a large area. The prisoners lined up and sat down in sequence under the supervision of the armed guards. Gao Liquan sat next to a long strip of tables. Twenty people sat on each side of the table. The benches and long tables were not beautiful at all, but they were strong enough.

The food was very simple, a bowl of soup and a large chunk of black bread. Gao Liquan felt that the bread was very hard, almost no difference from stones. But even so, he didn't have time to think more, but grabbed the bread and rushed towards the bowl of soup in front of him at a battle-like speed.

The food tasted bad. When scooping soup at the chef, Gao Liquan saw a few pieces of fat meat floating in the soup bucket, with a lot of white foam, and there was a faint soapy smell in his mouth. The bread should have been kept in the storage room for a long time, and it was difficult to soak the hot soup, so he could only eat it with the soup and water with his teeth. Although these things tasted like garbage, when you could only eat cold porridge for breakfast and never ate anything again within twelve hours, no matter what was placed in front of you, you would not mind, but lower your head honestly and eat it like a pig in the circle.

More than a week has passed.

To be honest, there are quite a few food patterns in Songcheng Prison. Gao Liquan has eaten barbecue here. But even if the roasted rotten meat is thrown directly into the charcoal pile, you will never be able to find it. Miscellaneous soup is one of the daily foods for prisoners, but those animals are always cooked until half-cooked, and even blood is seen on the surface. You won’t think they are cooked, but they will only give the illusion that animals are still breathing. Gao Liquan has to admire the chef here because his skills are so superb, and he can make the mixed dishes in such the same way every time, not uncooked, between the two, and every time it can be just right.

As for soup, there are also many types, cabbage, sweet potatoes, scallions, potatoes... You can never imagine what kind of weird things will appear in the soup. Maybe it is a piece of cabbage that is too old to chew, or a ball of mashed potatoes that are cold inside but steaming outside. Gao Liquan has encountered a more bizarre thing, which is a piece of flesh skin, but a little cabbage root mixed in the middle. God knows why these two completely different things are mixed together? Maybe it

This is how we were born, or it could be some strange cooking process that made them like this. In short, the liquid called "soup" is very thin, just like ordinary water, smelling like gastric juice spitting out by a drunkard. You would never think this thing can be eaten, but now, Gao Liquan has to stir the black and hard thing called "bread" back and forth in the soup to soften it and fill his hungry stomach.

Hawks was sitting opposite Gao Liquan, devouring himself to the voraciousness. He ate very quickly, without wasting any scoundrels. Even the crumbs that had fallen off the table were scratched little by little by little on the table with his fingers that had been dipped in saliva, and the dry bread crumbs were sent into his mouth. There was no doubt that this way of eating was extremely dirty, but everything that could be eaten was sent into Hawks' stomach with ruthless efficiency. He looked like a pack

The good machinery was running wildly, with both hands on their left and right, and chewing them all over the place. Only when the mouth was stuffed into a full spoon of food would it pause for a few seconds. Gao Liquan looked at it in a daze, at most thirty seconds, perhaps shorter, and Hawks ended the battle. At this time, Gao Liquan had just drunk less than half of the soup in his bowl. Because the soup was too hot, if it poured it directly into his throat, he would definitely scream loudly.

Maybe, this is what Hawks said: the normal time in prison. You have to learn to adapt to it and enjoy it. In turn, it is it ravaging you.

Here, everyone is just taking care of themselves.

You will become very self-centered and have various special relationships that are ambiguous with your inmates. There is nothing else.

Gao Liquan felt that he was going crazy, yes, he firmly believed in this.

Every day, he was fine just dawn, but he found that the light was just a dim light bulb on the platform outside the cell. Gao Liquan never slept very hard. If there was a little slight movement, he would wake up immediately. This feeling was very uncomfortable. Gao Liquan often woke up like this, lying on the bed, with his eyes open for about three hours. It was impossible to stand up and walk. The room was very small and there was no extra room for activity. Once the armed guards found an abnormality, they would run over and pointed it at you with a gun, ordering you to go back to bed and continue sleeping. Because now it is the time to sleep, everyone is in the bed, and you are standing outside alone, what is this?

The bathing after getting up was very distinctive. Everyone was called up, took off their clothes, was rushed into the shower room by armed guards with guns, and washed them with water under the shower heads. This was a very wonderful process. Everyone was naked, a kind of close contact that was beyond friendship, which began to sprout during this process. Hawks used to be flirting with Gao Liquan, and other prisoners made the same moves against Gao Liquan. Life was cruel and the best teacher. Gao Liquan quickly understood the meaning of this action. The only difference was that there was very few soap available here. The reason why prisoners particularly favored Gao Liquan was because he was a newcomer.

Of course, there is no new idea between old butts and old butts. Not everyone shows a strong interest in Gao Liquan. This is at most an intentional inquiry. After all, Gao Liquan's face covered with scars is too terrifying. Fortunately, the game between men must be opposite, otherwise no one will be able to harden the face. Therefore, after refusing with a cold and hard expression many times, no one has ever made such a request.

After the bath, the prisoners came to the vast hall located at the bottom of the prison. The process was very long, because the basement was really accessible by elevator. The elevators here were old and slow, and the capacity was very small. They could only be equipped with four or five prisoners and twice the number of guards at a time. This system that transported a large number of prisoners was really not efficient. Even in the best case, it would take more than an hour to transport more than 200 prisoners to the bottom hall. Then, the prisoners lined up to receive the sauna called "breakfast". The meal time was only five minutes. Then, in groups of twenty people, they went to the gym in the prison for exercise, with a limit of two hours. Then, under the "protection" of the armed guard bayonets and muzzles, they sat honestly in front of a large screen, watching one film after another with enhanced brainwashing nature.

Then, the elevator transporter and dinner were repeated. The food was also like garbage, and then I went back to the cell to sleep, and finally turned off the lights.

Those videos were very old-fashioned. At first, Gao Liquan felt a little novel and thought that some of the rules of the world could be found through this method. He was finally disappointed. The film was obviously filmed specially, and the content was not at all entertainment. It was stereotyped from beginning to end. Of course, there were some explanations about the history and current situation of the world. However, in Gao Liquan's view, it had no effect at all.

This is almost the same as that special era on earth. Everyone is shouting slogans, but they don’t understand who the leader they support is. Gao Liquan has never been able to solve the pronunciation problem. Especially in the most critical words, he cannot understand or speak. After all, this is not his native language, nor is it any language he is familiar with.
Chapter completed!