Refining Star River

The cafeteria is very large, similar to the school cafeteria, but there are many prisoners, and it is extremely crowded. There are piles of people everywhere, some long bars for three people. Five people were forcibly crowded on the chair.

Many prisoners lined up in the place where they were eating. When Zhou Sen passed by, the prisoners immediately gave up their positions and let Zhou Sen stand in the forefront.

Zhou Sen glanced at the food on the prisoner’s dinner plate in front, a pot of rice, a spoonful of vegetarian dishes, a fried chicken drumstick, an egg, and a green apple.

The color of the food looks good and the portion is quite large, but the meat dish is just a chicken leg.

The prisoners are also serving the dishes. They are actually preparing them in advance. The prisoners line up to collect them. When it is Zhou Sen's turn to collect them, the prisoner's mouth has a smirk and pulls the fried chicken legs. Go down.

"What do you mean?" Clay angrily roared standing behind Zhou Sen.

"One more sentence, I will cancel all the chicken legs in Warehouse 11." The prisoner looked at Clay with contempt.

"You..." Clay flushed with blue veins on his neck.

"Say!" The prisoner knocked on the spoon in his hand, and the spoon made a harsh sound on the iron basin.

"..." Clay glanced at Zhou Sen, then hung his head down and didn't speak any more.

"Our boss has spoken, as long as Zhou Sen causes trouble, all the chicken legs in the 11th warehouse will be cancelled." The prisoner said triumphantly.

"Who gave you the right?!" Zhou Sen finally spoke. He felt that the prisoners behind him were waiting for him to speak. If he did not speak at this time, he would be able to speak. It's not easy, after all, people have already bullied the boss.

Suddenly, Zhou Sen thought of Old Ruffian.

If Old Ruffian was there, what would he do?

No, if it was the prisoner Zhou Sen, what would he do?

Zhou Sen couldn't find the answer.

Now, the only thing Zhou Sen can do is to protect his rights through the prison system. Although this kind of rights protection has a low probability of success, he has to brace oneself. After all, he can’t bully. Don't say anything on your head.

"I, I, I..." The inmate was confused by Zhou Sen's questioning. He thought about countless scripts, including Zhou Sen's rehearsal of the table, but he didn't think of the other party. Actually asking like that, this broke all the rehearsals.

"Give me a reason to cancel my chicken thigh, otherwise, I will report to the prison guard." Zhou Sen stared at the prisoner coldly, neither humble nor overbearing, but his heart was overjoyed. From the prisoner's reaction It can be seen that the order in the prison is not out of control, at least, the rights stipulated in this system can still be guaranteed.

"hmph!"

The prisoner who was beating the meal glanced at the prison guard in the distance, and there was a coldly snorted noise in his nose, and then the chicken leg that was pulled down fiercely was buckled in Inside Zhou Sen’s dinner plate.

"Remember, as long as I have a chance, I will interrupt your legs and let you sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life." When Zhou Sen left, imitating the bad guys in the movie, he was gloomy and gloomy. The prisoner who cooks is humane.

The scene is always something to say.

Zhou Sen carried the dinner plate, stride proudly ahead and left.

"..."

Looking at the back of Zhou Sen's departure, the convict who was cooking fought a cold war inexplicably.

"Zhou Sen, here." Just as Zhou Sen was looking for a vacancy, Master Dao in the distance waved to him.

"Master Dao."

Zhou Sen walked over, and the prisoner beside Master Dao quickly got up and gave up his position.

"Someone is targeting you." Master Dao lowered his voice.

"What do you mean?"

"Two things happened one after another today. This is a bit unusual. You have to be careful."

"Not always in the prison Is that right?" Zhou Sen looked blank.

"It has always been like this, but you are not included, because, in Mogan Prison, no one will provoke you, only you provoke others, and today, even a cook It also provokes you, this matter is not simple."

"Then...what should I do?" Zhou Sen suddenly panicked.

"It’s not a problem if you haven’t lost your power. The problem is that you have not only lost your power, but also lost your memory. You don’t even remember who is your enemy. So, you can’t do anything except be careful.” Master Dao sighed.

"What power do I have?" Zhou Sen couldn't help curiously asked.

"You really don't remember at all?" Master Dao smiled wryly.

"I don't remember." Zhou Sen spit out secretly while shaking his head. It's strange to remember.

"If your power is not limited, this prison will be paperless to you. Even if your power is limited to basic power, few prisoners in Mogan Prison here dare to provoke you. "Master Dao said.

"Paper..." Zhou Sen doubted again, because he really couldn't imagine that human power could destroy this imposing prison.

"Yes, crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, impossible to withstand a single blow." Master Dao certainly nodded.

……

During the meal, it was calm and tranquil. After the meal, a group of prisoners went back to the cell.

After returning to warehouse 11, Zhou Sen was also empty when he looked at the empty bed of Old Ruffian. When there was Old Ruffian, Zhou Sen didn't care about anything. Old Ruffian arranged everything in the warehouse properly. Now that Old Ruffian went to the hospital, he was a bit at a loss.

Will Old Ruffian die?

No!

Zhou Sen determined that although the sharp weapon in the hand of the youngster pierced Old Ruffian’s chest, it was close to the shoulder blade and did not pierce the heart. It was not fatal. He believed that Old Ruffian would not die. .

Zhou Sen also believes that an old-fashioned guy like Old Ruffian will never give up his life for others. When he sacrifices himself to guard the knife, he must weigh the danger.

"60752, come out!"

Just as Zhou Sen was thinking about it, two prison guards walked to the door of Warehouse No. 11, and the iron door of the prison opened with a sound of "clang dang".

"Boss, call you!" Clay reminded in a low voice.

"Call me..." Zhou Sen was taken aback.

"Yes, your number is 60752."

Zhou Sen then reacted and quickly got out of bed and walked out. The two prison guards glanced at each other, and they were satisfied with Zhou Sen's cooperative attitude.

Under the escort of two prison guards, Zhou Sen dragged his fetters through cell after cell. The prisoners in the cell were all lying on the iron railings and staring at Zhou Sen and Zhou Sen. Inexplicably flustered.

Is it going to be put on the gallows now?

It shouldn't be!

Not so bad luck! Said it was eight months later. Zhou Sen kept comforting himself, but his heart couldn't help beating frantically.

After passing a row of cells, he passed through a metal corridor, and then stopped in front of a metal door with the words "Infirmary" hanging on it.

The guard knocked on the door, and then the metal door opened, and a female doctor in a white coat and mask motioned for the three to enter.

After the three of them entered, the female doctor negotiated with the two prison guards. It probably meant that the prisoners on death row also needed privacy and dignity. They asked the prison guards to sit outside and wait, and the two guards communicated a few words in a low voice. He believed that Zhou Sen had never harmed a woman, and he was shackled and handcuffed, so he agreed to sit outside and wait.

After communication, the female doctor took Zhou Sen into the small room inside and closed the door.

As soon as the door closed, an Inner Sect inside opened, and a beautiful female prison guard in police uniform rushed towards Zhou Sen like a tornado. She hadn’t waited for Zhou Sen to react. The prison guard had hugged Zhou Sen tightly and sobbed.

"You have half an hour." The female doctor chuckled ambiguously, and left the small door, closing it by the way.