The cells of Prison No. 079 are dozens of twenty-story buildings.

Building 0 is for prisoners with minor sentences who are only imprisoned for three years. As the number increases, the sentence becomes longer. Building 19 is for death row prisoners who are executed every Saturday.

Building No. 20 is more cruel than the death penalty. Various cruel punishments are imposed on people every day. After the punishment, there are doctors who provide special treatment, and after they recover, they continue to be executed.

Jokingly called: "Life is worse than death."

Xishengyi was imprisoned in Building 18, the "Life Imprisonment Building".

Because she was wearing bar clothes and smelled of alcohol, people who saw her thought she was an unlucky person who was drunk and had just happened to come over the mountain.

It was already 11 o'clock in the evening when she was arrested. She was a new prisoner, and after changing into prison clothes, she was stuffed into a single cell.

All the cells are arranged like a grid, each is only about three square meters, and a narrow bed creaks frequently. The supervisors patrolling outside can tell who is still awake by the sound of the bed.

Xishengyi was stuffed into a room in the corner. The bald-headed female supervisor viciously extended an electric baton from outside the iron fence, signaling her to go to bed quickly.

Seeing that Xishengyi lay down obediently without asking any questions like ordinary new prisoners, the woman touched her bald head with satisfaction and left.

The system thoughtfully placed a display board in front of her:

[3.35 days.]

Xishengyi stared blankly, sniffed the strange smell on the bed, curled up facing the wall, and fell into a deep sleep only after the panel changed to [3.36 days].

The next day she was awakened by the shrill ringing of a bell mixed with the sound of a flute.

Before he could fully realize his mind, Xishengyi subconsciously covered his ears. However, the shaking of the bed boards on both sides, the insults of the supervisors, the beatings of the electric batons, and the screams of the prisoners continued to pour into his ears.

She opened her eyes.

[Attention 90%]

Xishengyi sat up, covering her ears, and it took her a long time to adjust. Maybe it was because she was in a remote place, so the supervisor didn't come to her for the time being.

She pushed the gate and found that the mechanism had been opened at some point. After she walked out, the prisoners outside were standing in front of their respective doors. The bald supervisor was not far away, calling out their names one by one.

[Chu Lin woke up?]

[This is not nonsense——] The system stopped talking and changed the topic: [Host, are you okay?]

[It's only been one day. I'm fine.]

[...That's good.]

Xishengyi moved his feet and aligned himself with the prisoner next to him. The supervisor came over and said arrogantly:

"New here? Name?"

Xi Shengyi had already thought about it: "Zhang Shengyu."

The supervisor wrote her name, stood behind her, and swung the electric baton in a circle in front of her.

Xi Shengyi didn't understand what she meant for a moment.

The next second, I felt a sharp pain in my arm, and the supervisor said fiercely: "Turn around! Are you a fool?"

Xishengyi endured the severe pain and didn't dare to rub it. He turned around and followed the prisoners in front of him to walk in line.

Xishengyi's cell was on the 15th floor. As she followed the people, she glanced downstairs slightly from the side without leaving any trace.

She could barely see a small open space on the first floor. The prisoners on each floor were like snakes coiled inside the building, walking slowly, with the snake head reaching the first floor and disappearing into an invisible corner.

Xi Shengyi acted as the snakehead. She was urged to walk into a low door. After seeing the scene in front of her, she gasped.

There are still cubicles here.

It’s still twenty floors.

The difference is that the cubicle is everyone’s workroom, and the 20th floor is the 20th floor underground.

Xishengyi went to the original location on the fifteenth floor underground. She sat at her "workstation" with an old sewing machine in front of her.

There were three supervisors on the first floor. They held dirty baskets in their hands and distributed food to the prisoners one by one. When it was Xishengyi's turn, she watched helplessly as the steamed bun was stretched out and then put back.

"Newbie, I almost gave it to the wrong person."

The supervisor muttered as he walked to the next person, "Zhang Bai, you worked overtime for two hours yesterday, right? Here's one more steamed bun."

Zhang Bai took it with gratitude.

Xishengyi: "......"

Her stomach growled appropriately.

The prisoners opposite had already started operating the sewing machines, and Xishengyi began to stare blankly at the pile of torn cloth in front of him.

After a long time, she said:

[Do I have to be hungry all day today?]

Without waiting for the system to respond, Xishengyi continued to talk to himself:

[I should have brought some food with me. There won’t be any location on the food, right?] She sighed, her eyes a little confused:

[I thought Chu Lin was so perverted just because of me, but I didn't expect him to be so perverted all the time. I was careless when I said before that he wouldn't destroy the world.]

The prisoners on the opposite side were moving so fast that their shadows appeared. Xishengyi felt that the sewing machines were about to catch fire.

She would always be numb for a while after waking up every day, and now she was slowly becoming stunned.

[…I am ignorant. All prisoners in the world are working for him. How can he be called a capitalist? He is the devil among capitalists.]

Seeing the supervisor walking away, Xishengyi hurriedly rubbed his arm which was already numb from the pain.

[Host, why don't you step on it? If someone sees you, you'll get beaten again.]

Xishengyi frowned and looked at the machine for a few seconds. Fortunately, some scenes of sewing machines that she had seen in movies and TV dramas came to her mind. After fumbling for a while, when the supervisor came to her, her movements were barely up to standard.

Half an hour later, the shrill bell rang again, and the prisoners, who were about to convulse, pressed the switch, and the sound of the sewing machines disappeared in that second.

All the prisoners lay slumped over the table as if dead.

The supervisor began distributing steamed buns again. She forced herself to straighten up, trying to make a good impression on the supervisor and arouse his sympathy.

Unfortunately, the supervisor was not a face lover, and he didn't even glance at her, and didn't even stop when he passed by her.

Xi Shengyi was so hungry that he felt dizzy and felt as if he had been beaten up.

The last time she was so tired was when she was caught by Chu Lin while escaping.

This time——

It’s still because of Chu Lin.

Xishengyi didn't stay angry for too long. When the bell rang again, she used all her strength to put her hands and feet where they should be and started her afternoon work.

She just felt like she was in hell, wishing she could die every second.

It was almost the desire to survive that drove her to move her arms, and she was almost pricked by the needle several times.

By the time it was over, her ears were ringing, her arms were cramping, and her eyes were black.

There seemed to be a figure in the darkness.

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