What to do with the brother who likes his classmates from the police academy

Neon Tokyo, located in a prison in the offshore area.

After all the prisoners returned to the cells, the lights were turned off one by one, and the prison guards were able to return to the duty room.

"The weather is really getting colder and colder," an old prison guard complained first. "Oh, I'm getting old and sick, and I don't know when the heating will be turned on."

"If it's cold, how about I go and boil some hot water?"

"No need, I'll just talk about it." Although the old prison guard refused, he still raised his eyebrows comfortably, "Young man, you were transferred from the Metropolitan Police Department, right? Did you offend someone?"

"I can't really tell," the young man he said was a mild-looking young man with slightly raised eyes and a tall and straight figure in a police uniform. "I was injured a little while chasing the criminal. My family hopes that I can go to a safe place." The place."

"Then you've come to the right place!" The old prison guard slapped his thighs and sat down on the big chair in the duty room. It's much better, but there is less room for promotion and less freedom, but what is more important than a small life? Find a wife early, and you can directly enter your old age. You see, I have been working steadily for so many years down."

"But speaking of it," he stroked his graying stubble, "every year around this time, a little girl would come to visit the prisoner. This year, I haven't seen anyone."

"Are you confused?" The prison guard who was in the duty room was about to hand over with a smile and scolded, "The prisoner who was visited by the girl named Yamamura was named Kurokawa Isana, and he was released from prison last year!"

Zhu Fu Jingguang blinked, mountain village?Such a familiar surname, as well as Kurokawa Isana... It's also been heard recently. Could it be that the little girl is Feng?

"So the one named Kaede Yamamura didn't come this year?"

He asked with some doubts, found a blanket and handed it to the old prison guard who kept knocking on his knees.

"Yeah, it's called Yamamura Kaede," the old prison guard smiled and took the blanket over his lap, "Oh, that's really a cute little girl, probably since she was a teenager, right? Every year , will send things during the holidays... It is difficult for the family members of ordinary prisoners to be so conscientious, and I can watch her grow up year by year, from such a little bit to a big girl!"

As he spoke, he began to sigh again.

"Unfortunately," he took a sip of water, "that little girl's brother is an out-and-out bastard, he seems to have come in because of an attempted murder, and he had a criminal record in the juvenile hospital... Oh, what a crime, every time the little girl kindly visits him , He was going to get angry, that scene was scary. I don't know if he can get along well with his family after he is released from prison. "

While listening, Jing Guang wrote the duty diary under the pale light of the duty room.

After defecting from the organization, he was "arrested" by Feng, and then Yamamoto placed him in a cubicle of an abandoned police box until someone from the Ministry of Public Security found him.

Naturally, it was impossible to continue the undercover mission. In order to avoid the limelight, he was sent to the prison——

To be a prison guard, of course.

The way of working for half a month and resting for half a month, and the airtight nature of the prison itself, here, at least he can not worry about the sudden appearance of people from the organization.

In the past few years, he has also rotated between different prisons and detention centers throughout Tokyo, and he will not stay in the same place for more than half a year.

At the same time, he had access to a large amount of information inside the prison. By reading the resumes of the prisoners, he also discovered the handwriting of many organizations, but these can only be ignored first.

He was transferred to this prison a month ago, and he didn't expect to find something unexpected here.

Unlike the old prison guards who have been locked in the prison all year round, he communicates quite frequently with the outside world, and he naturally knows——Izuna Kurokawa, one of Brahma's new cadres, the police tried to sue him some time ago, but Brahma found him The scapegoat helped him take the blame, but he didn't expect that there was such a relationship between him and Feng.

The person who persisted in watching finally went to the opposite of himself, Feng must feel uncomfortable, he sighed and thought.

From what the old prison guard said, Feng seemed to have been visiting Heikawa every year since junior high school, and it was roughly ten years... How many people can there be, and ten years can't change it.

"New here," halfway through the diary in his hand, someone suddenly poked his head at the door, "I'm sorry... I seem to have a bad stomach at night, can you help me to patrol? Just help me look at the People are fine."

"No problem." Jing Guang put down his pen, picked up the baton and the flashlight on the table, "You go quickly."

"Thank you newcomer! I'll treat you to a drink later."

The man seemed to be in a hurry, and ran away in a hurry without saying a word.

So Jing Guang went to patrol D area alone, and the light of the flashlight shone through the iron gates with vertical railings one by one, reflecting the pale and numb faces inside.

Most of the prisoners here have long sentences and are already old. They basically have no ability to escape from prison. Because they have been out of touch with society for too long, they are even afraid of leaving the prison, and they only talk to the prison guards about trivial matters.

such as……

"Hey, hey! Brother prison guard over there!"

An old man who was so old that his teeth were about to fall out, and his wrinkles were so deep that they could kill flies waved through the iron gate and Jing Guang.

"What's the matter?" Jing Guang reduced the intensity of the flashlight before sweeping over his face.

Squinting his eyes, the old man licked his lips, and he knew that this new prison guard brother was kind, much easier to talk to than those old prison guards.

"It's like this... It's not going to be winter soon, I really can't hold on to my old bones," he rubbed his hands, "I got severe rheumatism ten years ago, don't need more, can you accommodate me , ask the medical room to prescribe more painkillers for me, otherwise I won’t be able to sleep at night.”

Rheumatism is the same as toothache, you don't know if it doesn't hurt, but it hurts like hell.

Jing Guang walked in and looked at his number and cell, and took out the notebook he carried with him: "Understood, I will discuss it with the doctor tomorrow, but painkillers are restricted products, so it is impossible to prescribe more for you."

Painkillers inevitably contain certain substances that prisoners are addicted to. In order to prevent them from taking advantage of loopholes, prisons have always been strictly controlled.

"Wait, bro," the old man moved closer to the iron gate, "Can you get some for me tonight? If not, sleeping pills will work too! I haven't been able to fall asleep for several nights, look! Dark circles are like this It's heavy."

Under the light of the flashlight, even his wrinkled orange face can be seen sickly black and blue.

Jing Guang frowned: "You said you had rheumatism for ten years...how did you live before?"

Although this prison is not strict, most of the prison guards are still doing their duty, and it is impossible for someone to violate the regulations and get him medicine.

"This..." The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, "Actually, there used to be a young man here. Every winter, his good sister would bring in a lot of things for him. There were a lot of plasters in it, which was amazing. It loosens up when you apply it on your body.”

Back then, as an old fritter in the prison, he helped that young man named Kurokawa Izuna come in a little, so he didn't mind giving him some unused plaster.

"But Kurokawa was released from prison last year." Naturally, he also lost the plaster, and he used up all the little he had saved up before winter, "Hey, just after I entered prison, my wife ran away with the child ...the old people in the family don't even think of me as a son, let alone other relatives."

It is inevitable to speak with a sour breath. His rheumatism is getting worse every year, but there is no one outside who cares.

A hand came in through the gap in the railing, his eyes lit up, and he realized that it was a small tablet of capsules.

"I use melatonin myself," Jing Guang said without changing his expression, "Can you tell me more about that... Kurokawa Izana."

"Hey, okay!" He took the capsule happily, and the old man rubbed his joints that were still hurting, "Brother, you are such a warm-hearted person! Good people are rewarded, and good people are rewarded."

When Jing Guang heard a prisoner say that good people are rewarded with good things in prison, he actually had a sense of black humor.

He rubbed his fingertips. Melatonin was used when he just got out of the tissue, because he was used to the high nervousness, he often woke up in bed, and he was already sweating when he recovered, so he used a little external force to make himself fall asleep.

Now he doesn’t use it often anymore, but occasionally he dreams back at midnight, the scene when he was undercover, and the worry about the young tame who is still in the organization makes a stable dream scarce, so he will carry some with him. in case for need.

"If you want to talk about Heichuan, he is a terrible young man," the old man lowered his voice, "I can guarantee with my eyes that have been in prison for decades, that boy has already killed more than one person! Moreover, ordinary people commit crimes not for profit, but for power and affection... But in his eyes, there is nothing, nothing, empty, like a dead person."

"As soon as he came in, he provoked the boss in the prison, but soon, everyone who came to trouble him was injured and disabled. If I didn't help to mediate, the whole prison would probably be in chaos."

The old man sighed, he didn't have the ability to fight and find trouble, so he just opened his mouth and worked up and down in the prison, and it was an accident that he was able to persuade Heichuan.

"Usually speaking, there are only so many things that can be contested in the prison, but Kurokawa doesn't care about anything, whether it's being promoted as the boss, or the condolences offered by others, or even the chance of commutation of sentence. ... This very scary."

Jing Guang nodded silently in his heart.

The prison is also a small society. When a person is powerful and has no rules, it is easy to cause panic among other people in the "society".

"However, one time when I was out of the wind," the old man grinned, "I found that the guy was staring at a photo during the rest time."

"I took a sneak peek and found that the photo was a photo of him and a little girl, both of whom looked like children, and the two of them were smiling brightly towards the camera....I realized right then that the opportunity had come."

He recalled his "adventurous" actions at that time, and couldn't help grinding his teeth.

"Anyway, after many inquiries... I found out that the person in that photo is Kurokawa's younger sister. He treasures that younger sister. He almost broke his teeth when someone asked him a question. Ouch, his mouth was full of blood. Mozi, your face is deformed." He shook his head in fear, "But I came in earlier than him, and I understand the rules of the prison better. If I make too many mistakes inside, I will cancel family visits."

Although a large number of prisoners are like him, this "number of visits" has no chance to be used.

But who would have thought that Kurokawa Isana, who is fearless and fearless, would care about such a small, weak thing?For this reason, he also restrained his minions in the prison, and of course other prisoners did not dare to provoke him casually.

When Jing Guang returned to the duty room, he found that the old prison guard had already fallen asleep with a blanket on his body, but the duty log on the desk was completed by him in crooked handwriting.

Smiling helplessly, he put down the flashlight, and thoughtfully walked around to the small file room behind.

According to the old man, Kurokawa Izana should have been imprisoned in a nearby area before, so maybe we can find information about him.

He was also very surprised, how on earth... could there be such a big difference in evaluation between prison guards and inmates?And which one is the real Kurokawa Isana?