Chapter 211 It’s so good, this prison
The lights in the prison are always white and clear, illuminating every corner spotlessly, as if this is the brightest place in the world, and the lights will never be turned off , there will never be dark soil for rooting.
In the corridor, heart-rending screams could be heard from time to time. The sounds were even more shrill than yesterday, which made Feng Mu feel very uncomfortable.
"Can you hand over the money tomorrow? I will give you one last chance. You organize your sentences and answer me again."
"No money, you should know that there is no money in the second prison What does it mean? ”
The crackling electric baton was swung heavily, like a dice of fate, randomly falling on each prisoner's head.
The whole prison with cracked bones, splattered blood, and the strong smell of blood turned into a slaughterhouse.
Some animals were severely injured and were wailing on the ground, while some were beaten to death and their bodies were taken away and burned.
Some of them were kneeling on all fours, begging for mercy, but a layer of oil and water was severely scraped off. They were so skinny that they were worse than dead.
In just one day, I don’t know how many electric batons were broken in the prison. Even for two unlucky prison guards, the electric batons exploded, shattering their palms and half of their arms.
This change caused the screams in the corridor to weaken, and the frequency of the prison guards swinging electric batons was significantly reduced, which gave many prisoners a chance to breathe.
At noon that day, the Prison Logistics and Security Office received many applications for replacement of electric batons.
Feng Mu patrolled the corridor and looked at the prison guard who was being carried out on a stretcher with a broken arm and was screaming miserably. There was a look of compassion on his face and a look of sympathy.
Wang Cong walked out of the captain's office and walked slowly behind Feng Mu. He watched the stretcher leave with the same solemn eyes, and subconsciously clenched the electric baton in his hand.
"You're back. Did your talk with the warden go well?" Feng Mu asked in a gentle voice.
Wang Cong imitated Feng Mu and put on a sincere smile on his face: "Well, it went well!"
The two looked at each other and smiled. In this bloody corridor, they were like two people emerging from the mud. The "fellow travelers" who were dyed all exuded a refreshing aura that was very different from that of this prison.
"Feng Mu?"
"Well, what's wrong?"
"Thank you, you helped me find the light in the second prison."
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"You're welcome, let's help each other."
The two of them nodded sympathetically, avoiding each other's eyes, and then looked around at the corpses that were pulled out of the cell, their eyes twinkling with anticipation for each other. A glimpse of the depth and coldness.
"That's great. Why have I never found this prison so beautiful before? But it doesn't matter. In the future, I will be the person who makes this prison better." Wang Cong murmured in his heart. road.
"It's so good. There is an alluring fragrance everywhere. Once the transformation is completed, I can put it on the dining table and eat it all bit by bit." Feng Mu's heart was full of longing. .
"You can take over the shift for me. I'll go back to the house to get the computer and handle the money in the account." Wang Cong's voice became confident and confident when he spoke to Feng Mu.
There seemed to be red lines looming in Feng Mu's dark eyes. He glanced at the electric baton on Wang Cong's waist and replied with a smile: "Of course."
Wang Cong turned around and returned Duty room, after entering, quietly lock the door.
He is the one who works the most night shifts in Ward A, and is also the person who is most familiar with this duty room.
With almost no effort, Wang Cong found two thermos buckets in the neat lockers.
They lie quietly in the corner of the cabinet, one exudes a faint heat, and the other feels cold to the touch. He carefully took out the two thermos buckets one by one and gently unscrewed their lids. One thermos was empty and clean, while the other was full, with the aroma of food filling his nostrils.
Wang Cong just took a gentle sniff, and the aroma passed through his senses like an electric current, arousing restlessness deep in his body, and the tip of his tongue secreted saliva involuntarily.
"This rice is so fragrant. It must contain precious medicinal materials or seasonings. It must not be cheap."
Wang Cong gently rubbed his dry eyes, feeling an inexplicable feeling. Anxiety spread in my heart. He tightened the lid of the lunch box tightly and stuffed it back into the cabinet intact.
He walked to the table, sat down tiredly, and stared blankly at the string of bank account numbers on the computer screen.
After a while, Wang Cong took a deep breath and pressed a familiar number. An old woman's voice soon came from the other end of the phone.
"Hey, Mom, I'm fine, just a little tired." Wang Cong tried his best to sound calm, but the irritability in his heart kept spreading.
After a brief greeting, the other end of the phone seemed to notice something and proactively asked: "Son, what happened?"
Wang Cong was silent for a moment and asked: "Mom , How much money do we have at home now?”
The old woman’s voice came from the other end of the phone:
"At the end of last year, I helped you get a job in prison, and a lot of the family's savings were spent. Your father is now lying in the hospital, unconscious all the time, and the monthly medical expenses are like a bottomless pit. The family's money There's not much left."
The voice paused and continued: "What's wrong, does the prison need money?"
Wang Cong was silent for a while and said: “There has been a change of leadership and policy in the prison. It has also changed. Now there is a good opportunity. I may be able to climb up, but it may cost a lot of money."
The mother on the other end of the phone did not ask too much, but said hoarsely: " Okay, if you have a chance, don’t worry, mom will go to the bank to take out all our money and send it to you.”
Wang Cong’s throat was a little dry, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Then my dad..."
The other end of the phone was silent for half a minute, and all he could hear was heavy breathing. Then his voice returned to calmness, and he said in a normal tone: "Just pull out the tube."
Wang Cong's mouth was open, and his heart was like Hit hard.
The voice on the other end of the phone continued:
“Our family doesn’t have that much money to hang on to your father’s life. This is our family’s life and your father’s life. It’s okay. Son, if your dad is still conscious, you know He said that if he removes the tube, it will give you a chance to climb up. If he is conscious, he will have to get up and remove the tube. "
As if to reassure his son, the other end of the phone added:
"Besides, your dad is an E-class citizen, and the remaining hospital time he has accumulated over the years is almost exhausted. It would be better to pull it out sooner rather than later, so as not to have to ask the nurse to rush him again."
Wang Cong's heart is blocked and his throat is blocked. My hair was dry, as if I had lost my voice, and I couldn't utter a single word.
The mother's voice sounded again, old and hoarse:
"It's okay son, your dad won't blame you, and mom won't blame you either. It's your parents who are incompetent and messed up. In the end, he will be a low-class citizen and help others all his life. Nothing can be done to you, but your parents will never hold you back."
"Son, just feel free to climb up and don't worry about anything. As long as you can change your destiny, your mother will be happy, and your father will be happy. Even if you die, you will rest in peace.”
Wang Cong clutched the phone tightly with his five fingers, his eyes were red and tears were flowing down silently, as if they were bleeding.
The voice on the other end of the phone smiled calmly: "Okay, let's not talk anymore. Mom will go to the hospital later to see your dad one last time. You work well in prison. If the money is not enough, tell mom , Mom just sells the iron, sells the house, and raises the money for you."
Wang Cong gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely be in prison. mix I will definitely climb to the top step by step if I show my character. When the time comes, I will apply for qualifications and buy the most expensive tomb for my dad in the cemetery."
A hoarse smile and a happy voice: "Okay. "My son has been the most filial since he was a child. Mom believes in you. Mom is waiting for that day. When the time comes, I will bury mom and your dad together. I will be happy just thinking about it."
(End of this chapter)