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Magic City Detention Center.

Just two days before Yi Huawei took Shen Jie back, Zhong Xiaoyang was transferred from the hospital to the detention center.

After a routine meeting, he was identified and went through the detention procedures. Zhong Xiaoyang followed a policeman with his bare head on his head and walked into a long and quiet road that would definitely lead to getting lost if there was no navigation.

Along the way, Zhong Xiaoyang was so distracted that he couldn't even remember how many turns he turned and how many iron gates he passed through. Every time the harsh sound of the door closing behind him sounded, it made him a little scared.

It was almost evening, and the footsteps of the two people echoed in the corridor under dim lights. Not even a single figure could be seen, and a strange atmosphere filled the air. A gust of cool wind blew by, causing goosebumps all over my body.

After a while, the police finally stopped in front of a heavy-looking iron door. After swiping the card, there was only a sound of the iron bolt turning, and then the door opened with a clang. Zhong Xiaoyang was pushed in, and the door closed again with a clang.

Despair surged into his heart instantly. When he was at a loss and didn't know what to do next, before he had time to look at his surroundings, he saw a round-faced, bald man coming over. After briefly asking about Zhong Xiaoyang's basic situation, he emphasized The rules here can be summed up in two words: Be obedient!

After asking Zhong Xiaoyang about the situation, the bald man pointed to the bunk behind him and said in a not-so-good tone to Zhong Xiaoyang: "Go up and sit in the back! Someone will bring you toiletries later."

Zhong Xiaoyang nodded subconsciously and walked in obediently. In fact, Zhong Xiaoyang's brain refused to think about any problems since he stepped into the door of the detention center. At this time, he could only accept the instructions numbly, a bit like letting things go and breaking the jar.

Although he was somewhat mentally prepared, the scene before his eyes still made Zhong Xiaoyang's heart beat heavily. I saw a low big shop on the left hand side of the house against the wall, about eight meters by visual inspection. Two rows of shining bald heads were sitting neatly in the middle of Datongpu, looking at themselves quietly. Seeing the unclear but definitely not kind eyes of those people, Zhong Xiaoyang's heart skipped a beat, and he tremblingly walked to the back and sat down.

After a while, there were several knocks at the door. The window under the iron door opened. Several green vests and some toiletries were handed in from the outside. The bald man walked over, picked up the things and waved to Zhong Xiaoyang. , Zhong Xiaoyang walked over immediately.

"Come with me."

The bald man put something into Zhong Xiaoyang's hand, led Zhong Xiaoyang to the innermost part of the room, pointed to the water reservoir beside him: "Take a shower and change your clothes."

Zhong Xiaoyang was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth, took off his clothes, picked up a plastic ladle, scooped up cold water and started to rinse. The weather had turned cold now, and the water in the pool was particularly cold when poured on his body.

"One wrong step will lead to a lifetime of mistakes..., to whom can I tell the pain in my heart..., every tear will fall down my belly..."

"Iron doors, iron windows, iron chains, I hold my hands on the iron windows and look outside, how beautiful the life outside is!..., chains lock me up, my friend, listen to me sing a song, the song is filled with regret and hatred!"

Stimulated by the cold water, my mind was buzzing, and the old songs I had heard before were constantly playing in my mind.

As soon as Zhong Xiaoyang changed his clothes, dinner was delivered to him. Seeing the dry rice in the plastic bowl in his hand covered with a bunch of pickles, he lost his appetite. Originally, he was supposed to be eating delicacies outside, but now he had to eat these things. When Zhong Xiaoyang saw the food, he felt like tears were about to flow. It’s not enough not to eat, I’m so hungry.

After a few bites, he couldn't eat anymore, so Zhong Xiaoyang sat in the corner and listened to the detainees chatting and spanking. At 7:30 in the evening, the TV hanging on the wall was turned on. Everyone sat on the bed and watched the news broadcast. They were not allowed to change the channel or move around and lie down until the end of the viewing. After reading it, we took turns brushing our teeth and washing our bodies. We had to go to bed at nine o'clock and were not allowed to talk anymore.

Seeing that the common bunk was filled with densely packed bald heads, leaving only a gap of less than 20 centimeters for himself, Zhong Xiaoyang took off his shoes and lay down on his side.

At this moment, a bald man threw a quilt over from the corner, and a damp and moldy smell mixed with sweat, foot odor and other unknown mixed smells hit his face, refreshing and making him slightly tipsy.

For a person with a slight mysophobia, this is somewhat too much. Looking at the quilts covered by others, not to mention clean, at least there is no smell, and then looking at the quilt in his hand that has not been washed for who knows how long, Zhong Xiaoyang wants to cry. No tears.

"Sleep, are you still waiting for food? Don't talk!"

The bald man on the side scolded him, but he couldn't care so much anymore. Zhong Xiaoyang gritted his teeth and covered his body directly. After all, now is not the time to be particular. Take it as it comes, mainly because there is no other way!

Lying sideways on the bunk, looking at the two bald heads next to me, I suddenly remembered some of the shocking things my friends had said in the past. Who knows if the two men in front of me and behind me were perverts? Do you have any mental illness or special hobbies? So Zhong Xiaoyang became even more cautious when breathing, for fear that if he accidentally made some move that angered them, the consequences would be disastrous!

The bright light shone in from the window. Thinking about it, at this time, he should have been feasting and feasting in the bar, surrounded by beautiful women, but now he was crowded in a large shop with a bunch of people, and it was difficult to even turn around. That night, Zhong Xiaoyang was helpless. Looking at the dawn, I couldn't sleep at all.

The first day passed like this, but when he held on to his energy and drank breakfast porridge, he became even more confused, because under the bald head's arrangement, it was his turn to be on duty today.

There is a rule in the detention center that newcomers can do nothing on the first day, but not on the second day. Starting from the second day, they have to work in shifts. Zhong Xiaoyang sent it here yesterday afternoon, which counts as the first day.

There is not much work to do in the Modu Detention Center. It has ample financial resources and does not need the detainees to take on outside work. They only need to keep their own warehouses clean.

Of course, hygiene is not that easy. In order to prevent the detainees in the warehouse from being idle and causing trouble, in addition to three meals a day, in addition to reciting the supervision regulations, the hygiene in the warehouse must be inspected every three days. The target is five The standard of a star-rated hotel must be that the windows are bright and clean, and the hotel must be spotless. (The quilt that no one is using is folded and placed in the corner)

All Zhong Xiaoyang needs to do is clear the squatting pits. Of course, besides him, there are two other people working together. In addition to cleaning the pit, there are also things to do, such as laying bedding and cleaning. He was new here, so he was given the squatting job. He could not be promoted to wash the dishes until the next newcomer came in.

Zhong Xiaoyang had never done this before. He was squatting next to the squatting pit. Although it looked clean and there was no smell, maybe it was a psychological effect, and he almost vomited.

Looking at the few bald heads watching eagerly, he didn't dare to throw away the brush in his hand. It is said to be a brush, but it is actually a finger toothbrush. Thinking of having close contact with squatting, Zhong Xiaoyang's stomach turned again.

"Why don't you hurry up?! I didn't ask you to eat. There are still so many places. When are you going to clean them? No one else needs to go to the toilet?"

Just as Zhong Xiaoyang stretched out his hand to wash the tiles, the bald man shouted at Zhong Xiaoyang. Zhong Xiaoyang glanced at him, said nothing, lowered his head, and speeded up a little.

Last night I learned the name of the bald man: Wang Huabin, the head of this warehouse.

The so-called warehouse head is a detainee who assists the police in managing the detainees in the warehouse. They are generally capable and well-connected. This ability refers to the ability to intimidate the detainees in the warehouse.

Last night I listened to the people next to me chatting, and I knew that he was a very cruel and ruthless man. People here are a little afraid of him. I heard that he came here because he deliberately hurt people, and seriously injured several people.

Speaking of which, Wang Huabin can't be entirely blamed. It seems that his girlfriend was with a rich second generation and he caught her. Wang Huabin, who was already hot-tempered, immediately beat the second-generation rich man, his girlfriend, and two friends of the second-generation rich man with hammers, and they were carried directly into the ICU.

These days, there are no prison bosses allowed. Wang Huabin can only take care of hygiene and food distribution. The reason why he wanted to watch Zhong Xiaoyang do things was because he didn't like him. Who makes Zhong Xiaoyang look similar to that rich second generation? They both belong to the pretty face type, and... the temperament of the two of them seems to be almost the same.

Seeing that Zhong Xiaoyang remained silent, Wang Huabin suddenly picked up a small plastic bucket filled with water and splashed it directly on Zhong Xiaoyang's body, scolding:

"Didn't you hear what I said? I asked you to wash your hands quickly, did you hear me? You're occupying the latrine and don't poop, right?!"

The reason why Wang Huabin targeted Zhong Xiaoyang was not only because he disliked him, but also for the purpose of establishing his authority, which is commonly known as tricking, to impress the new comer so that he would not dare to stab him in the future.

Seeing that after pouring a basin of water on Zhong Xiaoyang, Zhong Xiaoyang remained motionless like a wooden chicken, Wang Huabin took a step forward, stretched out his finger and tapped Zhong Xiaoyang's forehead heavily, as if scolding a child:

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

People under the eaves have to bow their heads. Zhong Xiaoyang was dragged out for like 25,800,000 yuan, but when he got here, he behaved honestly, and even after being splashed with water, he still didn't dare to say a word. Of course, the main reason is that I just came here and don’t know the rules here yet. If he dared to make trouble now, Wang Huabin would be in trouble. But because of the huge difference in physique between the two, Zhong Xiaoyang was afraid of being beaten and did not even dare to think of resisting.

He just nodded obediently and his hands speeded up a lot. Seeing this, Wang Huabin didn't say anything else. He sighed, cursed a fool, and sat back in his seat.

…………

A few days passed like this, and Zhong Xiaoyang gradually adapted to the life here. From the fear and uneasiness when he first came in, to the peace of mind now, it only took a few days.

This is like a "study class" where everyone follows the rules and steps. Every move is done under surveillance, everything must be reported first and permission must be obtained, and no one is allowed to act without authorization.

When Zhong Xiaoyang knew that Wang Huabin would not hit anyone casually, he became more courageous and wanted to find someone to chat with. However, because Wang Huabin disliked him, not many people were willing to chat with him. After all, Cangtou still had some small power in his hands. But other people wouldn't chase him away when they were chatting. When it was time to take a break, Zhong Xiaoyang would sit aside and listen to others bragging.

The spirit has adapted, but the body has not. After a few days, Zhong Xiaoyang was greedy for not having a trace of meat or fish.

Food in the detention center is free, but snacks and other daily necessities need to be paid for by yourself. The prices are similar to those outside, except for ordering meals. The food provided here can only be said to be filling. As for eating well, it is just overthinking. After a few days, Zhong Xiaoyang's face turned green, and he couldn't get out of the tub without oil or water.

Of course, this is also because Zhong Xiaoyang has no money and cannot get extra meals. There are regulations that allow family members outside to transfer some money to the accounts of the detention center personnel from time to time for their consumption inside.

Every morning, someone would tally up the items to be bought in the warehouse and the small menus to be ordered, and then hand them over to the guards. Someone would also go to pick up the goods, which were usually biscuits, bread or drinks. Although Xiaozao can't compare with outside restaurants, the food it serves is much better than the food it provides. Not to mention the taste, at least there is enough oil and water.

Currently, in Zhong Xiaoyang's warehouse, the only ones with no money in their accounts are Zhong Xiaoyang and a man named Zheng Haoran. Zhong Xiaoyang has no money because he has just arrived. According to the usual practice, even if his family sends money, it will not arrive until next week.

Zheng Haoran has no money simply because his family doesn't care about him. However, Zheng Haoran's life is better than Zhong Xiaoyang's. Because Zheng Haoran would be on duty for others at night in exchange for a reward. Although it was not much, it was enough to make ends meet.

In the detention center, there are people on duty at night, two people at a time, each for two hours. When you are on duty, you need to stand there motionless. You have to look at the detainees sleeping on the floor and watch their every move. If there is anyone who snores loudly, just use your hands gently. If you see them, If anyone sleeps with a quilt covering his head, remind him, because sleeping with a quilt covering his head is not allowed inside.

The duty time is eight hours and is divided into four shifts. The second and third shifts are the hardest, so Zheng Haoran's business is not bad. If he works a night shift for someone else, someone will give him something worth about five yuan, or if he accumulates it several times, he will buy hot sauce for him. Zheng Haoran only sleeps for four hours every night, and spends the rest of his time working for others. He can earn ten yuan a night, which will be enough for him to buy daily necessities and hot sauce in a month. If he is lucky enough to meet a generous person, he can improve his food for two days every month.

But this money was hard-earned money from staying up late. Fortunately, he could take a nap during the day, otherwise, his small body would really not be able to survive.

In the first few days, Zhong Xiaoyang thought that his parents would definitely come over to give him money, so he didn't worry. But a week later, he discovered that he still had no money in his account. He asked several times, but the answer was that no one had sent money.

Zhong Xiaoyang suddenly panicked. If there was no more money in the account, how would he live here?

When eating that day, Zhong Xiaoyang's eyes were a little dim. He looked at the white rice, pumpkin vegetables, and the light and watery kelp soup in the bowl, and he really couldn't swallow it.

Just when he was at a loss, suddenly a spoonful of Lao Ganma fell into Zhong Xiaoyang's rice. Zhong Xiaoyang looked up and saw that it was Zheng Haoran.

"Eat."

Zheng Haoran looked at Zhong Xiaoyang and released his kindness.

Looking at Zheng Haoran's eyes that were full of red bloodshot eyes due to lack of sleep, Zhong Xiaoyang was still quite moved even though it was just a spoonful of Lao Ganma. This was the first time he had added food since he came in.

Zhong Xiaoyang nodded heavily, then mixed Lao Ganma into the rice and ate it with big mouthfuls. While eating, tears fell down.

After the lunch break, someone outside shouted:

"Zhong Xiaoyang, arraignment."

Zhong Xiaoyang quickly put on his slippers and walked towards the door. After being handcuffed and going through a set of procedures, Zhong Xiaoyang arrived at the interrogation place and squatted there consciously.

"Zhong Xiaoyang, come here."

After a while, a person in armed police uniform shouted to Zhong Xiaoyang.

Zhong Xiaoyang hurried over.

"Lawyer meeting area, No. 9, sign here."

It turned out that today was not a trial but a meeting with a lawyer. Zhong Xiaoyang suddenly became excited.

Following the signs, Zhong Xiaoyang walked to table 10 in the lawyer meeting area and sat down. The armed police came over, opened Zhong Xiaoyang's handcuffs, cuffed them to the corner of the table and left.

More than ten minutes later, a man wearing a white shirt and black trousers came to sit opposite Zhong Xiaoyang and said:

"Hello, I am Mou Boyan, your attorney. Your mother entrusted me to come here... Have you been beaten here? Have you..."

After answering Lawyer Mou's routine inquiry, Zhong Xiaoyang hurriedly asked: "Are my parents here? When can I go out?"

He couldn't stay in this detention center for another day.

Looking at Zhong Xiaoyang, Lawyer Mou was silent for a while, and then said: "Based on the confessions of your co-defendants, you are not in a very good situation now... Based on the evidence presented by the police so far, you are not only suspected of abetting the crime. , and there is a suspicion of intentional injury, because your fingerprints were extracted from the baseball bat at the scene, and there are witnesses and physical evidence. You still... strive for leniency."

"…………,"

After listening to what Lawyer Mou said, Zhong Xiaoyang fell down on his chair, feeling cold in his heart. Suddenly, thinking about living a life of darkness for several years, I could no longer suppress my fear and shouted out of control:

"No, I don't want to go to jail! Lawyer, where is my dad? Let him get me out, get me out...,!!"

(End of this chapter)