ex-husband high energy

Gablin's life is boring and peaceful, completely different from Levi's imagination, ignoring the gloomy warden and cold masked guards, this place is simply a paradise-like place.

Get up at 06:30 every day, have breakfast at [-] o’clock, and then you can stay in the public area in the cabin until [-] o’clock, take a walk, run around, and even play a few rounds of cards if you have friends.After [-]:[-], everyone returns to the cell to squat, repeat the above activities until [-]:[-] noon and [-]:[-] pm, lock the door at [-]:[-] o'clock, and turn off the lights at [-]:[-] o'clock. There are three hours in between to read or chat. If you apply for a book , and if your roommate is willing to chat with you.

The only rule is that you are not allowed to make noise, whether you are talking or walking, you must keep the decibels low, otherwise the prison guards will take you out and make you stand for an hour.It’s not an ordinary standing punishment, it’s standing with a plate on your head and your body against the wall, just like the “America’s Next Top Model” training.

The arrival of Levi's did not cause any splashes. Thanks to the "low decibel rule", everyone here was trained to be calm. I am afraid that no one dared to shout loudly when a shark was released, and would only run on tiptoe.So although many people showed a little bit of surprise when they saw the number on his left arm, none of them dared to make a fuss, let alone personally verify his ferocity.

I am afraid that only a pervert like Hawke can come up with this fucking rule—eighteen strong men are locked in a deep-sea airtight decompression chamber, unable to get out, unable to die, and unable to even speak loudly. The whole person was sluggish, no matter how vicious the criminal was, he became lifeless, like an 80-year-old man.

Reeves began to understand why he had said "there are no secrets here" in the first interrogation, and indeed, with the passage of time, the big secrets would become meaningless to Gabriel's prisoners.

He is right, people have a strong need for communication, sometimes more than food.

The only more exciting activity in the entire prison is to have sex.

At first, Levi didn’t understand why some cells would hang sheets on the fence door after the lights were turned off, but the prison guards didn’t care. Then one day when he couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night, a tattooist suddenly came up to him and asked him if he wanted to hang the sheets. That is, some roommates who have a good relationship are dating for friendship, which is the same as wearing a tie when staying in a hotel.

Decline decisively.

"Don't you really want to try it?" the tattoo expert said regretfully, "My handwork is not bad, and my oral work is also okay. It's a pity that the tongue ring was confiscated, otherwise it would be more exciting."

Declined again.

"Are you still a virgin?"

"...No." Levi couldn't help clarifying.

"Then just imagine me as a woman." The tattoo master was unexpectedly horny and almost climbed to the upper bunk, "Think about it, we will live together for decades, how boring it is to always solve it by ourselves , how about helping each other... How about I wash your clothes for a month?"

It’s rare for someone to think of him as a straight man. Looking at his roommate’s gaudy tattooed face, Levi’s even developed a little appreciation for him, but he has no interest in having extramarital affairs in prison: “Get out!”

The tattoo master failed to return home, but I don’t know why since that day, he has developed a different interest in Levi’s, an unsmiling and murderous Asian killer. He always teases him from time to time, sometimes with dirty words, sometimes Dare to start.

The prison cell is narrow, and it is inevitable that two sturdy men bump into each other, so he always takes advantage of the opportunity to rub against Levi's body, arms, thighs, buttocks...

Levi's was not sure about some of his plans at first, and after being licked by him a few times, he didn't have any psychological pressure. One day, after being hit by him inexplicably in the chest, he shoved his head hard into the toilet.

Afterwards, the two were dragged out by the prison guards and punished to stand together. Levi was shocked twice because he didn't look like a supermodel.

And then his life came to light when his big, fat Spanish gangster roommate, moaning under the covers like he'd been gang-raped by six whores, nimbly hugged his thigh as he tried to flee back to the top bunk in shock, The tone is extremely soulful: "Sweetheart, do it again, I will wash your clothes for a month!"

Only then did Reeves realize that he had met a masochist.

Unpredictable in life, Levi never expected that he would hit someone and get the achievement of "no need to wash clothes". After that, he gave his roommate an old punch every night, and was dragged out by the prison guards the next morning to stand for punishment.

The tattoo master has probably never met a roommate who is willing to stand every day in order to satisfy his masochistic desires. He is very grateful to him and specially saves his desserts for him: "Thanks for your hard work, next time you can not Slap in the face? I try to keep my voice down, maybe they won't find out that I was slapped by you."

Levi can only thank God for giving him such a strong roommate.

From then on, all the prisoners in Cabin A looked at Levi as if they were perverted. Some of them didn't even dare to meet his eyes. As soon as he glanced at him, they offered to open their seats and ask him to sit down.

The only troublesome consequence was that Mrs. Clark's prescription for him was aggravated, and the prison guards had to supervise him every day to take a lot of drugs for treating mania.Levi tried to hide the pills under the back of his tongue, but the experienced prison guards had to roll up his tongue every time to check. He could only pick his throat to induce vomiting after the prison guards left. After a few days, his esophagus was severely burned and his appetite dropped sharply.

Over time, the roommate gradually noticed the problem, and secretly asked him after the routine beating one night: "Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

Levi's didn't answer, but his roommate sighed and persuaded him: "Why bother? Mrs. Clark is just a 40-year-old woman. You don't have to be so persistent, right? What's wrong with me, why don't you want to try?"

"..." Levi looked at the sky speechlessly, unable to explain.Fortunately, his talkative roommate can talk about stand-up comedy all night without his support: "Speaking of which, it is said that there are two female prisoners in cabin B. If you are an N-level prisoner, you may be able to see younger women."

Reeves was amazed: "Is there a woman? Locked up with a man?"

"You finally talked to me, you really have an obsession with women." The roommate sighed, "I don't know, I just heard it from the N-class criminal next door next door during the airing."

Li Weiston paused and asked tentatively, "Aside from women, are there any children in cabin B? Minors?"

The roommate stared at him: "Fuc...you actually like minors?"

Levi's does not admit or deny.He was dumbfounded for a long time, and said: "No, it's impossible, how could children be locked up here, all adult felons here?"

"Are there any Asians?"

"There is one, it is said to be Japanese." The roommate said, "N-level criminal, it seems that he has a good relationship with Mrs. Clark. Golden Retriever and him are in a Go team. Mrs. Clark will ask him to play chess every weekend... I said, don't even think about it." There are so many, it is impossible for you to touch a woman in your life, think about me."

"roll!"

Levi's couldn't imagine how this guy was so powerful and murderous outside. Gabriel is such a terrible place. He was able to transform a gangster into a sissy masochist. It's a great hallelujah.

However, he still got a lot of information from him. At least Levi's now clearly knows that Kenta Ito is locked in cabin B, joins the Go team, and goes to play chess with Mrs. Clark every Saturday afternoon.

Did he find the red pill?

Levi's abnormal behavior gradually escalated, and his mania became more and more serious. Finally, one day, after beating his roommate until his nose bleeds, he was sent to the infirmary by the prison guards.

Levi's soul was knocked out of his body by the electric shock, and he couldn't stop shaking while being wrapped in a mentally retarded restraint suit. When he was tied to the hospital bed, the only luck was that the timing was well grasped-today is Friday.

Mrs. Clark's face was not very good. After examining him, she asked, "You didn't take your medicine on time? Did you vomit behind the prison guard's back?"

It seemed that she was indeed experienced. Levi's finally stopped shaking under the effect of the tranquilizer. He stared at the ceiling empty-handed, with black bats flying around his mind.More than half of his symptoms are faking, but a small part is real. The sequelae of sensory deprivation have been bothering him, causing him insomnia, visual and auditory hallucinations, frequent nightmares, dreaming of his father Eden, and those Three-yoke sailing ship with red eyes.

He still can't remember where he saw those sailboats, maybe in a book, because he once dreamed that he was reading a thick book with many strange illustrations drawn with red and blue pencils.

But dreams are always trivial and illogical, and once he wakes up he quickly forgets most of the details.

"I don't want to fall asleep." Levi said languidly, "I always have nightmares when I fall asleep. I'd rather go crazy than have such nightmares."

"You're going crazy!" Mrs. Clark said coldly.

"Then go crazy." Levi said, "Ma'am, you won't understand. A person who has experienced countless killings cannot dream, because in the dream he will return to those bloody scenes again and again, and repeatedly feel the pain he once had. Fear and pain are like tearing open a healed scar repeatedly, bloody and bloody... I would rather go crazy, know nothing, and don't care about anything."

Mrs. Clark's cold face moved slightly, she dragged a chair and sat down: "Have you ever regretted it?"

"No." Levi replied immediately, silent for a moment, his eyes weakened, "I don't know, I never allow myself to think too much, because I have never had a chance to judge my actions before, I am just a killer, a sharp knife , a tool for killing... Forget it, I’ve said too much.”

"Now you have this opportunity." Mrs. Clark said, "Maybe your subconscious mind is urging you to judge your past actions. Dreams often reflect a person's true thoughts, your fears, and your regrets."

"Maybe." Levi's consciousness was a little fuzzy, fragments of memories flashed through his brain, the unfinished chess set, the organ in the corner, the statue of Jesus...

"God knows," he murmured before falling asleep, "God's been watching...I..."

Mrs. Clark looked at his slowly closing eyes, pale and blue face, and her eyes finally softened. She gently wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead with a fine gauze, and said softly, "May the Lord forgive you."

Levi's struggled in the chaotic dream, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally woke up in extreme dizziness.

It took him several minutes to figure out where he was. His body was stiff and sore from the straitjacket, and his brain was chaotic due to the forced sleep of the drug.

The pointer on the wall had moved towards ten o'clock, and he had slept for fourteen hours.

The almost inaudible sound of the organ came from next door, and Levi forced himself to calm down and identify the sound, and finally recognized that it was a hymn.

Like what his tattoo expert roommate said, every Saturday morning N-level Christian prisoners can leave the cabin and come here to worship.

Kenta Ito is not a Christian, but in a place like Gabriel, which N-level prisoner would give up worship, which is obviously a collective activity that belongs to the great welfare?

Lying on the bed, Levi drew a sign of the cross on his chest with his mind, and prayed silently.

After a quarter of an hour, the organ stopped playing and the service was over.

After a while, the small door next to the medicine cabinet opened, Mrs. Clark came in from the next door, and was about to close the door with her backhand, when a thin and crooked figure appeared behind her, with Kenta Ito's gray head hanging slightly, and his voice sounded like all Gabe Lin's prisoner was as humble and low-key: "Madam, can I play another piece of music?"

"Of course." Mrs. Clark stopped, "Is it still the one I played last week?"

"Yes, I want to practice again. I like that song very much since I accidentally heard it on the Internet." Kenta Ito raised his eyes slightly. I don't know if it was an illusion. Levi felt that he glanced in his direction , a very small and fast glance.

"Go ahead and play," Mrs. Clark said, "but it won't be too long, the guards will be calling the roll soon."

"Ok."

The door was closed, and Mrs. Clark went to the table to record something. Levi closed his eyes and fell asleep, focusing all his energy on his hearing.

The melodious sound of the organ floated in from the closed door, and Levi tried to catch every note, and finally his heart beat rapidly—he was playing the promotional song of the "Metal Girl" trailer.

He must be a brilliant genius!