Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

Except for the large chimney-shaped building in the center, all the other buildings were like piles of melted cakes, piled together in a mess. .biquge

There is no way, the death penalty roulette planet cannot produce any necessary materials for production and life, including building materials. All supplies must be transported from outside.

There are generally two types of supplies shipped over. One is sponsorship specifically given to a certain prison by outside audiences and sponsors. Of course, this can only be obtained by a prison that is liked by the outside world. The drought will cause death, and the flood will cause death.

The other one is more conventional. The owner of the Death Penalty Roulette Star would regularly deliver various necessities, and then the ten prisons would sit together and have a fight. The winner would take it away, and the loser would go home empty-handed.

As the weakest Prison No. 10, it is a miracle that it can maintain the operation of the high-altitude platform without everyone using it as a room and a bed.

It took a total of three boats to bring back all the ordinary prisoners. They moored at the prison port in turn and unloaded their "cargo" one by one.

Steve, Cade, and the management of Prison No. 10 stood at the port, watching ordinary prisoners enter the prison one by one.

"Welcome to Prison No. 10. From now on, we are a family."

Steve said so.

But the few cadres behind him, as well as the natives of No. 10 Prison who came to crowd around after hearing the news, looked at the ordinary prisoners with looks that could not be called friendly.

Under the guidance of local people, prisoners move through the prison. It's actually called a prison, but it's actually a city, or at least a small town. There are all kinds of facilities inside and there are all kinds of people there. Most of them are working, but when the prisoners pass by their door, most of them will stop what they are doing and look at the prisoners with unclear expressions, not knowing what they are thinking.

"It's really weird."

Brother Ji murmured to himself in confusion, "Is this a women's prison?"

It has also been found among other prisoners. The gender ratio in Prison No. 10 is quite imbalanced. At least seven or eight out of ten people are women.

"I heard that except for those who are particularly beautiful, the wardens will exclude women from the 'entrance examination.'" A fat prisoner asked strangely, "Why are there so many here?" woman?"

A man next to him chuckled to himself. "What else could be the reason? This is a garbage dump. It's the turn of things that are not needed elsewhere."

"Then we are very lucky." A male prisoner rubbed his hands with a lewd expression.

"Yeah, I just took a look around and most of the women are quite young. There are so few men here, even if we take action, they can't control them."

As soon as they were rescued, several men were there thinking that they had nothing to lose.

"I advise you not to take any chances with the women here." Song Fang said. "They have already taken root here. We outsiders should stay quiet for a while."

"Tch, you little brat, you know nothing."

Those few people didn't take it seriously.

Song Fang shrugged.

On the contact lens of his right eye, the information Catherine gave him was open, and he was turning to the instruction page of Prison No. 10.

Seven standard years ago, a coup occurred on a certain planet, and some local prominent families united to resist the Alliance of Nations. After the failed coup, the alliance carried out a series of purges of those involved in accordance with local tradition, implicating as many as one million people. Some minor families were not completely purged, but all the men in the family who were higher than the wheel were hanged, and the female members were sent to the frontier with the rest of the male members.

Later, due to some reasons, some of them were moved to the Death Wheel.

Therefore, the people here are each other's sisters and brothers, and the furthest possible kinship can be found within five generations. There are very few outsiders.

Are you offending women here?

Anyway, he stopped it. He had no control over these people who wanted to die themselves.

Ahead, the line of new prisoners disappeared. When Song Fang got closer, he saw clearly that a square manhole cover had been opened on the path between a meatball processing workshop and a mill. The newcomers were descending from the manhole cover to the mezzanine between the flying platform under the command of the indigenous people.

People can live here. If the prison suffers irreversible damage, the old prison will be abandoned, and the prisoners will only get a brand new high-altitude platform, except for the lift system and life support system. Until they receive new supplies, the prisoners sleep in mezzanines on the platform.

The newcomers are naturally dissatisfied with the environment here, but they have just arrived and have just experienced a near-death experience. They can't help but feel confident that they have to go down.

In the mezzanine of the high-altitude platform, the fine intestinal paths are as dense as a spider web, with only a solitary lantern like a bean every 100 meters. More than 800 people were divided into multiple teams, led by different people, and moved separately in the mezzanine. Soon they lost sight of each other in the mezzanine.

Prison No. 10 only submitted a quota of 100 new recruits, and there were more than 800 people, eight times their original plan. But from the time Steve made the decision by having his head slapped on the field, and when the newcomers arrived at the prison, all arrangements had been made.

Finally, Song Fang's team stopped. The person leading them pushed open a door in the wall: "Everyone, go in."

Song Fang supported the wall with his hands and looked around with the almost negligible light.

This is a rectangular room about twenty meters long and five meters wide. It was originally used as a warehouse, but now there is nothing in it. The surrounding walls, ceiling and floor are all made of steel plates. They feel mottled and damp to the touch, but are surprisingly very clean.

"From today on, you are the prisoners of the eighth group of the fifth team of Prison No. 10. I am your group leader, referred to as the cell leader."

The aboriginal who brought them here, a fat man with a sinewy face, said fiercely. "From now on, you are all under my control. Don't do the things you are not allowed to do; hold back the words you are not allowed to say; you can go wherever you are not allowed to go, as long as you think you can still find it. Road, as long as you are not afraid of starving to death in the mezzanine of the platform.

"Rest where you are now. Dinner will be served in half an hour. Until you can mine enough mineral gas to exchange for your rations, you will only have one meal a day."

After saying that, the prison boss turned around and left, locking the door from the outside as soon as he went out.

The dormitory, or prison cell, was quiet for a few seconds, and then noisy conversations broke out.

Song Fang did not get involved and found a wall to sit against. After standing for a day, as long as my butt can touch a flat surface, even if it is a hard steel plate, it is comfortable enough.

Then, Song Fang fell in love with his eyes, sank into consciousness, and looked at the system panel.

The navigator system points were finally fixed at 1283 points.