Crack: Not loving you is the way back

In the early morning, Sumer woke up to the sound of the horn, which was unique to the prison.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Sister Ji, who had inexplicably slept next to her last night, looking at her with a smile and interest, like a cat teasing a mouse with no way to escape.

"Wake up." Sister Ji curled her mouth. When she saw Su Mo cowering in fear but pretending to be calm, she wanted to put on an approachable smile. However, she curled her mouth, raised her eyebrows, and the expression on her face But it was even more ferocious than when she wasn't smiling.

Su Mo originally thought that she would have trouble sleeping after being imprisoned, but she did not expect that apart from the initial uneasiness last night, she would sleep so soundly later on. This sleep could be said to be the best sleep she had had in this period of time.

Maybe it was because the demonic barrier caused by Lord Huangfu deep in her heart was killed by that man's cruelty, or maybe it was because there was someone sleeping next to her who didn't seem to have any ill intentions towards her, so she slept particularly well this night. Yes, I feel more energetic than when I locked myself in the apartment all day and felt depressed.

"Sister Ji." Su Mo muttered. She heard those people shouting like this yesterday.

Sister Ji smiled and pinched Su Mo's smooth face, and then like a gangster teasing a decent woman, she said twice, "Tsk, tsk, so tender." Then under Su Mo's shocked gaze, As if by magic, he took out a glass bottle that looked completely unrecognizable from the outside, poured out a purple round particle from it, and handed it to her with his backhand.

Su Mo looked at him warily and didn't answer.

"Afraid it's poison?"

Su Mo stared at the person in front of him and pondered for a few seconds. Then when Sister Ji was about to throw the medicine back into the bottle, he reached out and took it. Then, under Sister Ji's surprised gaze, he made quick and clear movements without saying a word. Swallowed.

Soon, the medicine took effect immediately.

Su Mo felt an itch on her face, like an ant scratching her face, and she couldn't help but reach out to scratch it. Sister Ji stepped forward and held her hand down, saying coldly: "Don't scratch it, bear with it."

A few minutes later, Su Mo felt the itch on his face slowly disappearing. Through the reflection of the glass bottle, Su Mo found that his face was covered with the same dense black spots as Sister Ji's face, but the black spots were Bambi's face was bigger than Sister Ji's, and it looked more disgusting. He raised his eyes and looked at Sister Ji doubtfully, "What...what's going on?"

"Don't you blame me for ruining your face?" Sister Ji raised her eyebrows, seemingly a little surprised by Su Mo's reaction, but he didn't jump up and scold her.

Su Mo shook his head. It wasn't that she didn't want to think people so bad, but she had just arrived. If Sister Ji wanted to deal with her, there were many ways. For example, the bloody scene she saw when she woke up in the middle of the night last night didn't have to be like this. Go to great lengths with medication.

Thinking of the woman who disappeared into the prison for unknown reasons last night, a thought flashed through Su Mo's mind: no matter when and where, the rules are always for the majority of people, but for that small group of people. For some people, this rule not only does not apply, but to some extent, it serves these people.

Just as Huangfu Jue judged her as the murderer of the arson case in the Holy Garden based on his own thoughts and anger without any evidence, when she denied it and even the judge had never seen him, She was still sentenced to more than three years in prison.

The minimum penalty for arson leading to death is ten years. She even wondered if she had to thank Lord Huangfu for being merciful to her and not letting her die here for the rest of her life.

A hint of bitterness flashed across the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Let's go, it's time to relax." Sister Ji was shocked by the bitterness in Su Mo's eyes.

She was obviously a girl who looked to be in her twenties, but the sad sadness deep in her eyes was so strong that her intuition told her that this person was a girl with a story, and the story was very exciting.

Seeing Sister Ji starting to walk outside, Su Mo consciously followed her. However, when he was about to reach the door, Sister Ji stopped, turned around and said seriously to Su Mo, who was walking behind with his head bowed: "No matter what happens outside, Still here, being too beautiful is a sin, an original sin that tempts you to commit sin.”

Su Mo's nerves were shaken and she paused. In an instant, she seemed to know where the scar on Sister Ji's face came from. She endured her shock and said, "The scar on your face..."

"My husband was injured, oh, no, it should be said that he is deceased now." Sister Ji paused, her face was as calm as a spectator rather than a person who experienced it, and she smiled sadly, "He thinks that I am too good-looking. He was cuckolded by someone outside, so one day, when I wasn't paying attention, he gave me a glass of water with an overdose of sleeping pills. Although I noticed something strange when I drank it, I didn't doubt that he was there, so I drank it anyway. Just think that your taste has changed.

The night was so beautiful that night, so beautiful that I thought my life was happy. After I fell asleep, he used a fruit knife to destroy my face. When I woke up, I endured the pain and resentment and chopped him with a kitchen knife..."

"I'm sorry." Su Mo didn't expect that one of his unintentional questions would reveal someone else's secret.

"It's none of your business, everyone here knows it." Sister Ji said nonchalantly, then patted Su Mo on the shoulder and said as if teaching: "Here, if you are too weak, you will only be bullied; in prison , there are also opportunities to live a good life, but this opportunity is not reserved for those who are prepared, but for those who have the courage."

Su Mo was a little confused and didn't quite understand what Sister Ji meant, but he still thanked her sincerely: "Sister Ji, thank you."

"The effect of this medicine can only last three months." Sister Ji opened her mouth, explaining the purpose of this medicine to Su Mo. Then she stared at Su Mo's face for a long time, feeling sad for a moment, and then smiled slightly. He held his head high and continued walking without saying a word.

Su Mo was stunned for a while. She always felt that Sister Ji was not looking at her just now, but looking at the shadow of someone through her. When she saw Sister Ji walking forward, she hurriedly followed up.

Sister Ji walked for a while and stopped again. She looked left and right at Su Mo's face with a serious look on her face and said, "What's your name?"

"Su Mo."

"Su Mo? As his name suggests, he is quite silent." Sister Ji muttered a few words, then turned around and walked forward again.

Although Su Mo didn't understand why Sister Ji was so concerned about a newcomer in the prison, he didn't ask any more questions. Seeing that Sister Ji was really leaving this time and didn't stop to ask her questions, he took three steps at a time. He kept up with Sister Ji's pace step by step.

Soon, Su Mo followed Sister Ji to the place where they were allowed to relax.

The area of ​​the sports field can be measured with the naked eye. On the nearly four-meter-high gray-black wall, there are intricately connected barbed wire fences. There are several particularly thick wires entangled in it. Get closer or listen carefully. Occasionally, you can hear some "squeaking" sounds of electricity.

Two long banners hung on the barbed wire, which read in large, eye-catching black letters: Who are you, why are you here, and what are you doing here?

Not to be outdone, the banner at the bottom shouted: Correct the attitude towards reform and clarify the direction of reform.

It was empty outside the high wall, with not a single tall tree in sight. Only the breeze with a trace of dust was constantly floating in the air, like a burial ground isolated in a mass burial area; there was a watchtower not far away. There was an armed policeman standing on top, with binoculars and a sniper rifle hanging on his body, which added a serious and murderous atmosphere to the place for no reason.