live in jail [interstellar]

In the inspection room, the installed mobile phone was silently playing the live camera.

In the live broadcast app, viewers who have followed Qiao Mobai recently received the news of his live broadcast. After rushing to the room excitedly, everyone only saw a wall and the ground.

"What is the anchor broadcasting today?"

"Where's the host? Did it happen by accident?"

'I don't know, we just came here too, and that's how it was when we came here. "

The first viewers also answered the questions of the latecomers with a bewildered expression. When everyone was discussing the anchor's behavior this time in the comments, the picture in the camera finally changed.

There was a sound of the iron door being slammed from the phone, and then one foot walked in.

It was a black, big-toed leather shoe that landed steadily on the ground, and the dark coffee-colored trousers dragged on the edge of the shoe somewhat ill-fittingly, followed by a walking stick.

The harsh sound of closing the door sounded again, and every audience in front of the camera stared at the staggering foot that was struggling to move forward.

"Did the anchor get disabled by someone?"

"It must have been done by prisoner No. 11."

"It may also be Zeng Dong's hand."

The people in the live broadcast room were discussing who the anchor was. Because the phone was placed low on the camera, everyone could only see the area below the man's calf and a white wall.

The sound of clattering sounded, and the heated comment area that was being discussed fell silent again.

Everyone pricked up their ears and stared at each picture with wide eyes, fearing that they might miss something.

That strange sound sounded from time to time, but they couldn't see it, and only saw the crutch occasionally appearing in the screen in the camera.

The scene of scratching the heart and lungs made the audience feel dissatisfied.

"Whoa."

There was another sound of the door opening, and this time a hurried figure came in, who seemed to be holding something in his hand.

Soon, the audience in the live broadcast room knew what this person was holding.

"The results of the tenth inspection are not quite right."

This is a young voice.

"His mental body itself is too weak, even if there is any accident, it is normal."

It was a somewhat hoarse male voice, and then there was a sound of paper being turned over in the live broadcast room, presumably the two people in the room were watching something.

"There is nothing strange about this inspection document."

"It's not the same. Look at the results of the latter inspection. It is the result of the inspection made the day after George Ann was imprisoned. If you look at the data here, it is completely different from the current data on the [-]th. personal!"

All people in Interstellar will have their own terminal serial number from birth. This number is registered in all information registry on Interstellar, and the lifelong one will not be changed.

Each terminal serial number is bound to all personal information as well as body parts, skin tissue and blood.

Doing so prevents all possibilities of fraud.

The results of the report in front of us show that the serial number of Terminal No. [-] is blank. Only illegal alien immigrants with blank serial numbers have not been registered since birth.

"No mistakes?" The hoarse voice looked at the document and asked in a deep voice.

"No, the inspection just now was done by eight researchers. I was also present to supervise it, and no one cheated."

"Take another test strip, bring the prisoner in Room [-] over, and check again."

"Yes!"

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In Room No. [-] at the moment, Qiao Mobai memorized the route map he drew in his mind, and then wet the wall with clean water. The route drawn by the pencil was quickly wiped off a layer of wall skin.

After leaving behind a piece of dirt, Qiao Mobai went out from the room again. In the dining hall, someone reached out to take the remaining food on the plate.

The person who took three packs in one breath looked at the last two plates left on the plate, and after a second, turned his head to look in the direction of the canteen door, and quickly packed all the food into his clothes with the other hand.

After making sure that there would be no other leftover food in the entire dining hall, Qiao Mobai walked to the door and held up a package of food in his hand for display; "There is nothing to eat, only the last one left."

The two humanoid robots at the entrance of the canteen glanced at the food in his hands, and one of them walked out into the canteen. Qiao Mobai soon saw the other party knock on the wall three times in front of the food plate.

A small window with a size of [-] centimeters was opened from the inside, and then a tray full of food bags was pushed out.

No nonsense, after the tray came out, the small window was closed.

"Food, here we are."

The robot pointed at the food on the tray and signaled Qiao Mobai to eat.

"thank you."

Qiao Mobai walked over, pretended to take two more bags, and stood in front of the tray with his head down, studying the pattern on the food bag, staring at the position where the small window was opened just now from the corner of his eye.

He comes to this wall every day to get food, and it seems that there is no gap at all. This prison is really strange. It is a kitchen, and it is so tight.

After researching here for 10 minutes, he couldn't find anyone meaningful, so he took his pile of food and went back to Prison No. [-].

Standing in front of the door of Cell No. [-], Qiao Mobai first looked at the number on the sect to make sure he was in the right direction, and then looked down at the gift box under his feet.

A girly-colored box, about the size of a shoe box, was carefully wrapped with a ribbon into a beautiful bow right above it.

Such a perfectly innocent and lovely thing, appeared at the door of his room.

Qiao Mobai kicked twice first, and after confirming that there were no living things inside, he poked his head and took a look in the direction of cell No. 11.

"Did someone send me a dead mouse?"

For such a great gift, should he open it or not?

Holding a bag full of food, Qiao Mobai hurried out of Prison No. [-]. After searching the path for a while, he quickly returned to the door of the room with a branch broken from a tree in his hand.

The box was still there, and the panting person standing at the door carefully poked the branch over, hooked up the bow on the top, tore off the ribbon, and then used the branch to uncover the lid.

After being roughly treated by someone, the pink gift box finally revealed what was hidden inside.

A small sky blue dress, with countless yellow pearly stars and moons painted on it, was quietly folded and neatly placed in it.

"The courier delivered it to the wrong room."

Qiao Mobai, who picked up the dress with a branch, looked around, and spent five seconds imagining the dress as Prisoner No. 11, or what Brother Wen would look like after wearing it.

A chill rose from the back of his head.

There were footsteps coming from the outside of the corridor. Qiao Mo shook his hands, and his clothes fell from the branches. Looking sideways, a familiar figure was walking in from outside the corridor.

After passing the corner, the other party saw the prisoner standing at the door of No. [-], blinked his eyes, walked up to him without saying a word, and followed him to look down at the things in the box.

"Your?" Wen Jiuhuai glanced at the little blue skirt on the ground, a little surprised that he still has this preference.

"It shouldn't be. Could it be that someone has a crush on me? Sending me the little skirt is to tell me that he likes me so much that he is ready to marry me?" Joe, the narcissistic madman, put his chin in vain and expressed that this possibility is not true. No.

Wen Jiuhuai stood aside, with a look of disgust on his face.

The author has something to say: Wen Jiuhuai: A daffodil lived next door.

Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with nutrient solution~

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：贫穷的人类6瓶、君琦5瓶、改革春风吹～3瓶、佛戏90后1瓶

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ^_^