jailbreak

With chaotic crying, indifferent eyes, and monotonous colors, Ye Wenqi lined up in a group of prisoners numbly, and walked into the gate of the prison under the watchful eyes of the prison guards.

After the gate made of steel was closed, iron railings fell behind them, which reminded Ye Wenqi of the despair and humiliation of the trapped animals in the zoo.

This is a prison with no name or even any records outside it. There is no death penalty here, but death happens every day.

"No. 1123." The prison guard's voice didn't fluctuate at all, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Ye Wenqi didn't react for a while, until the prison guard kicked him hard, and he staggered forward a few steps before raising his head.

It was not a delicate face, with an abnormal paleness, and those eyes were silent, as if a little stimulation could make him explode and collapse.

Witnessed the death of his parents and sister, and even woke up from a coma to realize that he had changed his identity and went to prison for the crime of the enemy.

"Oh, so you're still a political prisoner." The warden looked up at Ye Wenqi from the file, and said with a smile, "It says you are 48 years old." As he spoke, his eyes looked up and down at Ye Wenqi Finally, he threw the information on the table casually, with a bit of interest, "Okay, I don't read the information about the God of God, what's your name?"

Ye Wenqi stared at the warden with dull eyes for a long time before saying, "I'm not guilty."

The warden has not been here for a day or two. He knew what was going on the first time he saw this boy. After all, anyone who is not old and dim-sighted can tell if he is 48 years old, and political prisoners, How could political prisoners be held here? This is the most famous death prison in the eyes of the upper class.

Today, with the development of society, the death penalty has long been abolished, but the absence of the death penalty does not mean that there is no death, but death is more cruel and real.

"Whether you are guilty or not is not up to me." The warden shrugged, grabbed the prison guard by the collar, dragged him down, took out a cigarette and a lighter from his coat pocket, lit it and put it in his mouth, "I just I know, you are standing in prison now, people must recognize the reality."

Ye Wenqi bit his lip, clenched his hands tightly, and looked at the warden with angry eyes, "I'm not guilty, those murderers are guilty."

He can't forget the feeling of his parents' blood sprayed on his face, and he can't forget that his sister was insulted in front of his eyes, and finally died of hatred. A fire destroyed everything about him, but at that time, he seemed to see another A killing scene, a little boy who was only four or five years old was held tightly in the arms of another slightly older boy, a similar scene, full of thorns.

If it wasn't for using him to cover the sins that person committed, he might have died in that fire too. His lip was bitten and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. Ye Wenqi's gentle face was a bit distorted and ferocious.

The warden looked at the person in front of him, stood up with a sneer, walked up to him, and punched him hard in the stomach. Ye Wenqi immediately squatted down with his stomach in his arms.

The warden showed no mercy, raised his chin with his foot, looked at the face, "You want revenge?"

"Yes." He replied without the slightest hesitation, "I will not let them go."

The warden bent down and slapped Ye Wenqi's face with his hands, and said in a crisp voice with a kind of contempt, "Then you live first."

The leather shoes rubbed against Ye Wenqi's pants before the warden returned to his seat, sat down and blew out a few smoke rings, "Okay, bastard, I've wasted enough time on you, now tell me Me, your name."

Ye Wenqi had never been insulted like this before, but when he stood up, Ye Wenqi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and gradually calmed down, his eyes were restrained, "Ye Wenqi."

The warden watched his changes with his own eyes, snorted, tapped his fingers on the table, "Hand over the jewelry on your body."

Ye Wenqi did not hesitate to take off the necklace that was always on his neck. He could not see the black stone carved into the shape of a four-leaf clover. The leather strap was already old. After he put the necklace on the table, it returned to the original where to stand.

"Okay, go to room 4 with a bastard who has wasted so much of my time." Ye Wenqi didn't respond when the warden said, and the other prison guards looked at the warden in surprise, and then Look at Marven Ye.

"Why, you don't listen to my words?" The warden kicked the table, "Get out, bring the next one in, waste my time, you know, time is money, how much money you have wasted on me, a bunch of cowards .”

The prison guard stopped talking, but poked Ye Wenqi's waist with a baton, "Follow me."

Ye Wenqi quietly followed behind the prison guard, but when he reached the door, he turned to look at the warden, "I will take it back, everything that belongs to me."

After speaking, he closed the door and went out.

The warden was stunned for a moment, then looked at the wrapped necklace that was about to be put away, and said with a smile, "Tch, this little bastard is quite proud."

It's just that there is no sense of mockery in the laughter this time, but a kind of interest.

"Is Prison No. 4 suitable?" The prison guard who had been standing behind the warden asked, his appearance was not outstanding, but after a long time, he had a special taste in it, and his voice was gentle and polite, not like a prison guard. More like a college professor.

"He wants revenge, so I'll give him the chance." The warden said dispensably, "It's up to him whether he can live or not."

"Boss, don't think too much, no matter what, it's that kid's life." Another prison guard said with a smile, "It's better than being played to death as soon as you enter."

"Fuck you, you'll talk nonsense." The warden took a book and threw it at the prison guard who was talking, and then pulled the prison guard's clothes behind him, and after he lowered his head, he kissed him passionately, "I'm jealous , I'm going to tie you up tonight."

The prison guards took Ye Wenqi to Room 4. From time to time, the prisoners locked in the room whistled on the side of the road, staring at Ye Wenqi as if they were going to eat him.

It's not that Ye Wenqi is not afraid, but he is trying to calm himself down. It's just that the further he goes in, the stronger his sense of crisis in his heart.

The more people went inside, the fewer people lived in a cell, and the environment became better. Although they were not as vicious as the people outside, they looked at Ye Wenqi like they were looking at a dead object.

Seeing Ye Wenqi's appearance, the prison guard smiled, and knocked on the iron railing with his baton, "Don't scare the children, you guys."

"Little Lian, where is this child going to be sent? Isn't he a newcomer?" An old man with white hair combed meticulously, put down the newspaper in his hand, leaned on the soft chair, and said slowly.

"It's a newcomer, but I'm more optimistic about it. I'll send it inside for some training." Prison guard Lian Po stopped, holding his baton in both hands, glanced at Ye Wenqi and said, "It's quite painful to be used as a scapegoat. Hatred."

Only then did the old man look at Ye Wenqi, his eyes didn't have any turbidity that an elderly person should have. He nodded for a long time and picked up the newspaper again, "Young man, live on. Only by living can you have hope."

"Mr. Li, do you like this kid?" Hearing what the old man said, Lian Po looked surprised, "Why are you and your head so high on this kid?"

"When people get old, they have learned to be tolerant." Mr. Li turned a page of the newspaper, "By the way, remember not to add more sugar to tonight's braised pork."

"Okay." Lian Po replied with a chuckle, and then looked at the others, "Elder Li has already spoken, you have to take care of the children."

Lian Po is actually only around 25, and the kid named Ye Wenqi was obviously joking, but as soon as he said that, the other people in the prison immediately cut up, and some even stretched out their middle fingers, and then began to bring up a bunch of their own nights. After Lian Po responded to the requests one by one, he continued to walk in with Ye Wenqi.

Ye Wenqi looked up, glanced at the numbers of these rooms, they were between 6 and 15, lowered his head again, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

"Come on, since I look up at you, I'll help you too." Lian Po said indifferently, "I haven't seen anyone who dares to flirt with you for a long time. Remember to live longer."

After the door behind Lian Po and Ye Wenqi closed, the person in Room No.14 said, "Old Li, how did you help him?"

Mr. Li put down the newspaper in his hand, "Just because we don't move him, doesn't mean the animals down there don't move. I don't want to offend that stingy warden who eats lettuce for a month."

As soon as Li's old words fell, laughter broke out in the prison, "It's true, that kid looks good, even if we don't move, those perverts will eat him, unless..."

"Unless he finds a backer." Elder Li looked at the place separated by the metal iron door, "Let's not care about this person, he entered there and survived. We can't afford to offend him. It can only be said that fate is bad."

Ye Wenqi found that this world once again subverted his cognition. Looking at the luxuriously decorated room in front of him, except for the metal iron door, there was no shadow of a prison at all. He could even see the respect on Lian Po's face. There is respect for the prisoner.

"There are all high IQ prisoners here. If you can find a backer, you can survive here. If you can learn something, you will not be far from revenge." Lian Po said in a low voice.

Suddenly there was a miserable cry from a prison cell, the young man's voice was broken and piercing, he frowned, but quickly let go, and said to Ye Wenqi, "You are so unlucky, I pray that the pervert won't see It's better with you."

"I heard you...Little Popo..." The door of Prison No. 5 was suddenly opened, and a handsome and pleasant man in a black tuxedo came out. The person with blood, threw it directly at Lian Po's feet, "It's just right...Little Popo, help me throw him out."

"Lord Cang, a new batch of new recruits just happened to come in, you can go and choose." Lian Po suggested as if he didn't see the blood all over the ground.

"En?" Cang Shengshu's voice was pleasant, with a slightly raised ending, and his peach blossom eyes looked at Ye Wenqi, "What is he?"

"The head said let him enter No. 4." Lian Po reached out and pinched Ye Wenqi's chin, making him look up, "I remember that there is a type you like in the new one, do you want to take a look?"

Cang Shengshu looked into Ye Wenqi's eyes, squatted down, put his fingers under his nose after they were stained with blood on the ground, and took a deep breath, "Smells so sweet..."

Standing up, he stretched out his finger to slide over Ye Wenqi's face, but Ye Wenqi turned his face and hid.

Cang Shengshu was not angry, but just sucked the blood from his fingers, let out a weird laugh, twirled on his toes, walked out with dancing steps, and sang in a weird tone while walking, "Her side , Singing red lips and white teeth, beautiful and charming man, upside-down luan and phoenix against yin and yang, spring night is short, but he says happiness is long, his side, sings that you will be a pair of mandarin ducks, afraid of beating mandarin ducks, the beautiful scenery on a good day is gentle, the moon is white and the heart is flustered... ..."