Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Okay, get in the car."

A prison car escorting prisoners slowly drove over, and two heavily armed jailers escorted Han Sen into the prison car.

After more than two months of fruitless appeals, Han Sen was sentenced to seven years in prison by the local Supreme Court in Rome, Italy for assaulting the police.

He was charged with assaulting the police, obstructing public safety, disturbing public order and vandalism.

On the day of the final conviction, Han Sen was imprisoned and walked out of the court with his hands in handcuffs. The Italian defense lawyer from the local police in Rome, Italy looked at Han Sen with contemptuous eyes and said mockingly: "You Chinese, Like rats, they are everywhere, and they are a scourge everywhere, so many prisons in the world can hardly hold you."

Modified long sentences with strong racial discrimination.

In their eyes, the Chinese are like terrorists, cancerous tumors, or time bombs, endangering social security anytime and anywhere, as if the stability and unity of the world have been endangered by the Chinese.

It seems that black eyes and black hair are a fault, a shame.

Han Sen nodded at the jailer, got into the car, and then the door of the prison car was locked from the outside. There were glass windows on both sides of the prison car, but they were wrapped with four layers of live metal mesh inside and out.

When Han Sen got into the car, it was the late autumn season in Rome. It was almost winter, and the leaves on the roadside had begun to wither slowly.

Han Sen looked down at his feet. The sunlight came in from the metal mesh and fell on his cheap white sneakers.

Han Sen raised his handcuffed hands and spread out his slender palms, letting the sun shine on them.

However, Han Sen couldn't feel the heat of the light.

The sunshine in late autumn, just like this world, is brilliant and cold.

In less than an hour, the prison van drove slowly from the urban area of ​​Rome to the largest prison in Italy in the suburbs, the Roman Prison, and stopped directly in front of the prison gate.

"get off."

The jailer who was in charge of transporting Han Sen sent Han Sen to the registration office of the prisoners in the prison, handed Han Sen's personal file to the warden, and then turned and left the warden's office.

Warden Karl looked down at Han Sen's file seriously.

Name: Han Sen

Gender: Male

age:

Nationality: Italian Chinese

Family members: none...

Karl looked up at the young man standing in front of him, with perfect slender eyebrows, dark and rich eyes, fair skin, tall figure, and a head of black hair, he was definitely a handsome guy in the aesthetics of yellow races, although his His face and demeanor still looked a little immature.

Karl has been the warden of a Roman prison for 15 years. He has seen all kinds of prisoners, and felt a little incredible the moment he saw this Chinese boy.

This child didn't look like a criminal at all. His eyes were gentle, his eyebrows were picturesque, his skin was fair and even a little pale. When he saw himself, he seemed to blink his eyes a little nervously and shyly.

This should be a man of duty, Carl thought.

But out of many years of work habits, he just passed these thoughts one by one in his mind, then glanced at Han Sen with a formulaic expression, put down the file in his hand, and took out a copy from the folder on the left. "Prison Personnel File Registration Form", picked up a black pen, looked at Han Sen standing in front of him with handcuffs on his hands, and asked a series of insulting but necessary personal questions: [-]. "Is there a history of mental illness? Such as violent tendencies as determined by a doctor?"

"No."

[-]. "Is there a history of drug use, promiscuity, prostitution or prostitution?"

Han Sen was taken aback, then shook his head and said, "No."

Except for the assault on the police this time, Han Sen is a dutiful young man living in a slum area, has no education, and works as a waiter in a Chinese restaurant.

Han Sen has lived for 18 years and has not had any sexual experience. Poverty and low status are one of the reasons.

However, he had never liked messing around with sleazy whores.

Compared with those gangsters with flamboyant appearance and unrestrained behavior, Han Sen is indeed a taciturn and simple boy.

Even in the face of women who are willing to take the initiative to send them to the door because of the advantages of their looks, Han Sen politely rejects them thousands of miles away.

A chaste person will naturally remain chaste, and a dissolute person will naturally be dissolute. It is because of their personality, and there is no need to explain it.

There is no reason for Han Sen to do this, and he does not need a reason. He has no cleanliness, it is purely natural.

[-]. "What kind of sports do you like?"

"Jogging, playing basketball."

[-]. "Do you have religious beliefs? For example, Catholicism, Christianity, Islam, or Eastern Buddhism or Taoism?"

Han Sen shook his head without thinking, "No, I don't have religious beliefs."

Carl raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "You Chinese seem to have no religious beliefs."

Carl's voice was very soft, but Han Sen still heard it.

Han Sen frowned slightly, expressing displeasure, but pursed his lips and did not speak.

[-]. "Do you have a history of food allergies? Which type of food are you allergic to?"

"No."

[-]. "Do you want to work in a prison to earn money? There are job opportunities in prisons. Generally, everyone will get a job. Of course, you can also refuse."

Han Sen nodded, "Yes."

He has no relatives, the father and mother who gave birth to him are long gone, and no one outside the prison will send him food and clothes on a regular basis. He has to do something here to support himself. Frozen to death in winter.

To be honest, Han Sen is really poor.

[-]. "Do you have a savings card? If not, we will start to get one for you, so that the salary from the prison can be transferred to your card on a regular basis."

"No."

The warden quickly filled in all the remaining blanks on the registration form, then put away the file, reached out and pressed the button on the upper right corner of the table, and said into the microphone: "Lonny, come and take the prisoner down." Settle it down and arrange it in Area C."