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Xiaolu City, Jiangbei Province.

There are two things in Xiaolu City that are very famous, one is painted pottery and the other is the infamous "Shishan Prison".

Shishan Prison is a debtor prison, dedicated to the detention of debt-ridden bankrupts and the poor who arrears taxes.

Unless there are relatives and friends who are willing to lend a helping hand, there are only two consequences for the unlucky guy who is imprisoned in Shishan Prison: either die of illness in a dark and crowded cell, or die suddenly in hard labor day after day.

After the military government took over Xiaolu City, Shishan Prison was also expropriated and was no longer limited to the debtor's detention.

The identities of the new prisoners include [desergeant], [red rose supporters], [public officials who refuse to swear allegiance], etc. They have two common characteristics: first, they are regarded as criminals and enemies by the military government; second, the military government

Don't care about their life or death.

In October alone, nearly a hundred deserters and deserter farmers were sent to Shishan Prison; in November, the number rose to 200.

The detention of a large number of new prisoners has caused the already crowded Shishan Prison to become overwhelmed. The military government’s solution to the problem is simple. There is not enough prison places? Then isn’t it enough to make room?

Therefore, after the beginning of winter, the main job of the prison officers in Shishan Prison was to execute prisoners who were imprisoned last month so as to make room for prisoners who were imprisoned next month.

Anyway, in theory, the "desergeants" and "traitors" who were imprisoned in Shishan Prison on the premise of acknowledging the effectiveness of the laws issued by the military government have all been sentenced to death.

On the first day of the week, prisoners in Shishan Prison will wait for the jailer to call in extreme fear. They will be on the gallows when they are clicked. If they are not clicked, they can live for seven more days, and then the next time they are called.

Pierre Girardnovic Mitchell can't remember how long he was imprisoned, one week, two weeks, one month?

Anyway, in the worldly hell of Shishan Prison, time is meaningless.

Pierre was sick, very serious.

In Shishan Prison, everyone will get sick, and it would be strange if they don’t get sick.

There is no need to say much about eating, drinking, living, and going to the toilet.

The wooden barrels containing feces and urine can only be poured once every other day, but they only take one day to fill them. More than 60 people are crowded in a space that can only accommodate twenty people to eat, drink, defecate, and tainted cells are simply a breeding ground for plague.

Fortunately, a kind old man took care of Pierre.

The old man bribed the prison guards and could get hot stones to warm Pierre every day. Pierre's throat was so swollen that he couldn't eat bread. The old man chewed the sour black bread prison for the prisoners, and then used warm water.

Soak it into a paste and feed it to Pierre.

The old man is a native of Xiaolu City and was imprisoned in Shishan Prison because he owed a lot of debts.

The old man said to Pierre: "Now I think that being deceived may be the Lord's grace to me. At least before the money is paid, no one wants me to die. What can be more terrible than waiting for death? That devil is deliberately tortureing you.

.”

...

That devil is the old man’s name for the new prison officer.

For prisoners, the "name" every Monday is the most painful.

When the prison officer walked into the dungeon with the roster, the prisoners were silent, and the air seemed to be frozen into solid.

The prison officer will stand in the middle of the corridor, slowly spread out the roster, name one by one, repeating each name three times.

The prisoners listened with a look of earth, not even daring to show off their anger.

There are also many prisoners whose names are called crying loudly, or their eyes are dark and completely collapsed. They will never leave the cell on their own initiative, nor will the warden and the jailer enter the cell to catch them.

Mad prisoner.

The jailer simply informs the other prisoners that "he, or any of you, to take his place" and gets the jailer to prepare a medley.

The words "that demon" are by no means a pale and empty threat, but an objective description of what happened next. Therefore, most of the prisoners named were forcibly pushed out of the cell by other prisoners.

As for prisoners who have not been named, although they will have a brief rejoice and joy, these emotions will be swallowed up in an instant.

Because they knew that there would be next time, next time, next time... As long as they were still in Shishan Prison, one bad luck would come to them. By that time, they would be dragged out of the cell by others,

Abandoned by others like garbage.

Due to cruel mental torture, some prisoners have become crazy and even some would rather commit suicide than continue to live.

Pierre was not sure whether the prison officer did it intentionally, but the demon was obviously very satisfied with the effect.

...

"Yes, he is tormenting us." Pierre replied hoarsely to the old man: "[Old Word] The sinner has received the punishment he deserves."

"What?" The old man didn't understand, so he said: "What did you say?"

"It's an old saying, meaning that he treats torture us as punishment for sinners and says it in front of us and those prisoners. He probably thinks no one can understand it."

Pierre seemed to be laughing, but the anger and resentment in his eyes made the old man want to fight a cold war: "We are sinners? What sins have we committed? To be treated like this? What do he think he is? The angel of judgment? He is just

A sick beast that can't wait to abuse if you have a little bit of sad power…”

The old man's attention was not on what the demon said. He asked in surprise: "Old words? What the master said? You can say?"

Pierre smiled unanimously.

The old man was overjoyed: "Then...you are also the master? Hi! I knew you must have a background!"

Pierre laughed at himself: "If I were the master, would I still wait for the rot here?"

"Hey!" The old man opposed it with a long tone and said happily: "There are times when a good horse pulls a big cart!"

Through the small window of the dungeon, Pierre could see the gallows at the other end of the prison, where frozen corpses were always hung.

Crows hovered over the gallows in groups, like flowing black clouds.

"No matter what horse, it will die." Pierre's throat was swollen, making it difficult for him to speak: "It's time to go here."

The old man comforted Pierre and said, "Don't worry, you won't be there for so many times, and you won't be there next time."

"What you said doesn't count, old man." Pierre smiled bitterly.

"I'm not talking nonsense!" The old man became serious: "I really don't think there is no one with you."

Pierre was a little tired, and he leaned against the fence and tried to change his comfortable sitting position, intending to take a nap.

The prison cells were not spaced enough for everyone to lie down, so the prisoners could only sit and rest and sleep with their legs curled up.

Seeing that Pierre didn't want to speak, the old man stopped talking and closed his eyes and took a nap.

After a while, Pierre's weak voice came into the old man's ears: "Old man?"

"What's wrong?"

Pierre wrapped his coat tightly, and the stones used to keep warm were no longer hot: "I, I may not be able to survive, and I will not be hanged, and I will die of illness sooner or later."

The old man reached out to Pierre's forehead with one hand and pressed his forehead with the other: "Hey, what are you saying? Your fever has subsided! In a few days, in a few days, you will be a good guy again

.”

Pierre couldn't do anything about the high fever. He pulled up his sleeves with difficulty, and did not answer the old man's words, and said to himself: "Old man, look, this has an armband, sterling silver, I'm twelve years old

On my birthday, my father gave it to me..."

The old man pressed Pierre's sleeve and his old face turned red, feeling embarrassed: "That...that...that...that is no longer there..."

"That?" Pierre was puzzled.

The old man licked his lips and hummed: "Arm ring."

Pierre touched it in disbelief and repeatedly confirmed it several times before he realized that the armband was really not on his arm.

He didn't dare to look at Pierre, the old man coughed and explained angrily: "It's not stealing, I didn't steal you. Your silver arm ring... I'll stuff it to the jailer. The stone you used to warm your body...

And the bread we ate was exchanged for with those armbands... Otherwise, how could those snake-like jailers be so kind? Do you think?"

Pierre was stunned for a moment and touched his earlobe in shock: "Then my earrings..."

"It's also handed over to the jailer."

"The one tied to the hair?"

"Too."

"besides……"

"It's all." The old man was embarrassed: "It's all that."

"This...you...when are you..."

"Some days, when you're asleep."

Pierre was stunned. Suddenly, he sat upright as if he woke up from a dream, quickly took off his boots, and groped inside them like crazy.

"Oh." Pierre stopped, sighed helplessly, and put on his boots again: "Arm rings... I can't keep them anyway... Thank you, my grandfather. Good bribes, good bribes."

The old man heard that Pierre was not angry, and hurriedly helped Pierre wear his boots with compliment: "Hey, I knew you could figure it out. No matter how good the gold and silver are, it is not as hungry! It is not as good as a piece of bread in prison.

It's useful! Don't worry, if it really doesn't work, I'll find a way to get it back for you."

"It's okay." Pierre leaned tiredly on the fence. The "strength" movement just now made his face red: "Anyway, I was going to give it to you."

"ah?"

"I'll calculate my legacy." Pierre smiled self-deprecatingly: "Apart from the little gold and silver on his body, there's only this coat."

Pierre patted the coat he was wearing: "Although it's a bit dirty, the material is good. After I die, you can wear it and don't waste it."

"Don't say stupid things."

"I have something to ask you."

"You said, you said."
To be continued...