The breakfast time in the prison is usually from 7:00 to 7:30, but today is a special situation, and of course because of the special situation of the four people in the "Little Black Room", the breakfast time is specially set at 8:00.
On this night, Huang Ze did not experience the same entanglement as others. Of course, he was actually very clear that some less firm emotions were also spreading throughout the prison enforcers. Fortunately, the team had an iron law, so he still Can control the situation.
Huang Ze took the snack from the chef and walked to the iron gate with the lunch box.
Although the surveillance can clearly show what the four people are doing, he still pulled down the small window on the cell door and looked in.
All four are sleeping.
The first half of the night was quite uneasy. Yan Guiqiu cried for a long time. Sun Zhen wanted to strangle him to death. Then Qian Bao stirred up trouble. Zhao Yi kicked the top of the bed again. Energetic. But in the second half of the night, probably feeling that the chances of survival are slim, the four of them all quieted down.
The cell was finally restored to its proper atmosphere.
Huang Ze closed the small window, pushed the door open, and no one opened his eyes to look at him, not even the thief who was crying and hugging his thighs when he saw him.
"Breakfast, does anyone want to eat it?" Huang Ze asked.
He said that, but there was no response.
Qian Bao and Zhao Yi slept on the upper and lower bunks respectively, with Sun Zhenyan and Guiqiu occupying a corner by himself.
Huang Ze said to the two on the bed, "Maybe it will be the last breakfast in your life, and you don't want to eat this?" He paused, "If I were you, I wouldn't protest too much about things that I can't decide..."
When he said this, Yan Guiqiu finally turned over: "Are you annoyed, officer!" The prisoner who had always been like a mouse turned over and said impatiently.
Huang Ze always felt that there was something different about Yan Guiqiu at this time. Maybe one night's thinking can make people sober, and people who realize that death is coming will always be different.
He looked at each other with pity.
"I deserve to be in jail. If I want to kill or cut, I will listen to you and show my pitiful sympathy." Yan Guiqiu said to himself, as if he was still angry. He suddenly stood up, pointed to the four walls, and said, "It's such a shabby place. After all, the Lord sacrificed for the people, so you have to send ten or eight hot girls to send you to the end, right? There's not even a toilet. , I want to send my grandfather away with a broken meal, but my grandfather is not happy!
With that said, Yan Guiqiu charged with blood, he took off his prison pants with a stab, and before Huang Ze could react, he took out his dick and aimed it at the camera.
A stream of yellow urine ran down the stream and sprayed out.
The prison guards who were controlling the scene rushed over and pinned Yan Guiqiu to the ground.
However, the urine was flowing and the stench was overwhelming, and the scene was a mess.
Very good, Huang Ze thought, so be it.
He took a deep breath and felt that he probably failed to do what Lin Chen asked him to do.
However, at this moment, the prison guard who rushed in violated the regulations and started to whisper to Yan Guiqiu: "Guiqiu, don't do this, the result is uncertain."
"Old Zhang, Lao Zhang, don't lie to me. If you really love me, promise me and give me a good time. Don't hit me with a gun, I'm afraid of pain!" Yan Guiqiu rolled on the ground. shouted.
"What are you talking about? It's not time yet, Yan Guiqiu, looks like a man!"
The prison guard just stepped on Yan Guiqiu's urine and spoke. The live broadcast was still going on. Huang Ze turned his head and said coldly, "Officer Zhang, please pay attention to your words and deeds."
Lao Zhang immediately stood up and walked out of the cell. After a while, he turned back in again, holding a mop in his hand, and cleaned the urine stains on the ground bit by bit.
Yan Guiqiu just crouched down and watched the police mop the floor.
He tugged at his hair, his eyes were getting redder,
At the end, the thief suddenly shouted: "Old Zhang, if we die, won't it be so difficult?"
At that moment, Huang Ze found out that Sun Zhen, Zhao Yi, and Qian Bao were all looking at him.
It's ridiculous, Huang Ze thought.
He didn't speak, and he knew that Lao Zhang wouldn't answer this question either.
Lao Zhang walked out of the door, and he followed. The iron door slammed shut.
He patted the prison guard on the shoulder for the first time in a place where the camera couldn't capture it.
"There is no right answer."
He said so to the old man.
…
It was a reporter who first noticed something was wrong.
Of course, the so-called problem is compared with the phenomenon that should appear in theory.
After all, in theory, it is already eight o'clock in the morning and the rush hour, so many people should continue to vote.
But what happened in practice did not match the theory.
The dawn of the day did not have much impact on voting. The data of the website voting window still maintained a slow rise, but it was not fast, at least it was much slower than expected.
On the dark web side, there is one-sided opposition. After all, people who want to watch bloody dramas will not be satisfied with this. But now no one cares about the opinions of those dark creatures.
Shen Ping turned on his office computer and began to check the time-sharing data recorded by the government voting website while eating a sandwich.
He's a very perceptive man, and as soon as he sees the numbers, he thinks there's something wrong—
The total voter turnout was 5,561,120.
Yes: 3559117
No: 2002003
Still, 64% of the population chose to trade the lives of the four criminals for treatment and a chance to live.
Although 5.5 million is a very large number in itself, it is far from the total population of 77.2 million in the three provinces. That is to say, the actual number of voters only accounts for 7% of the total population, and only a small number of people The choice was made within 12 hours.
Maybe middle-aged and elderly people are more willing to go to the polling place, or there may be many people who don't know the news. Shen Ping thought so, but even with these factors in mind, more than 5.5 million votes were still few in number.
He even suspects that the votes are being manipulated by the government, which in fact seems unlikely to happen.
Shen Ping put down the sandwich and thought about the problems. It seems that many people have fallen asleep and their choices have changed
He then patted the desktop, quickly recorded a few key figures, and rushed to the editor-in-chief's office.
He forgot to knock on the door, and when he pushed the door in, he saw that the editor-in-chief had an obvious action of pressing the mouse to close the page. Of course, although the screen was facing away from him, he could not confirm it completely.
"Editor-in-Chief for Twelve Hours!" He took a half step back and bowed apologetically, but he couldn't help but say, "The number of voters is far lower than the actual number of the total population of the three provinces, considering that the permanent population, that is, the household registration, is not in the three provinces. , but for residents with a residence permit, the proportion is even lower.”
"What do you want to explain?" The editor-in-chief knocked on the table, "Talk about the key points."
"A lot of people didn't vote, why, what are they going to do?"
"So did you vote?" the editor-in-chief asked him.
Shen Ping was blocked and speechless: "I, I'll vote right away!"
"What are you going to choose?"
"This is the editor-in-chief of personal privacy, will you tell me your answer?" Shen Ping asked rhetorically.
Of course, the leader has his own set of art of speaking, so he immediately changed the subject and said to him: "Xiao Shen, it's good that you have doubts, since you have doubts, as a reporter, you should interview ordinary people and get to know them better. What is the answer?"
Shen Ping was instantly enlightened.
However, the network screenshots are not accurate, and a picture can be copied and pasted many times.
So Shen Ping rushed downstairs immediately, and there was also a polling place in the commercial district near the newspaper office.
He didn't call the cameraman and went down with his mobile phone. When he ran to the place, there were indeed many people lining up.
To Shen Ping's surprise, there were not middle-aged and elderly people in the queue, but many young white-collar workers.
Although the polling staff were also advising those in line that they could choose to vote online, some people remained silent and refused to leave.
Shen Ping took out his ID card and exchanged for a ticket, then stood at the end of the line.
He pushed a young man in front with a bank badge on his chest, and asked, "May I ask, what are you going to choose?"
The young man looked back at him, a little wary and inexplicable.
Shen Ping showed his press card and said sincerely: "I'm a reporter, you see I don't have a camera recorder or anything, I just want to interview you, if it's convenient, can you tell me what you think? "
What is unprecedented is that the young man actually asked him: "Then tell me what you think first, what are you going to choose?"
Such a simple question made Shen Ping feel a lot of pressure. He felt that his clever tongue suddenly couldn't work. He could only take out a cigarette from his pocket. No smoking at all.
Shen Ping took a cigarette in his mouth, and when he wanted to light it, the young man answered him.
"You are like this now, which is probably my state. I thought about it for half the night yesterday, and felt that it should be a very simple choice to give up four candidates and choose more people, but I can't do it no matter what. When you can't do it, there's a problem here."
The young man just stated calmly: "I have to ask myself why this is happening, why?" He said, "It should be an easy choice, but when I actually need to press the mouse to vote, why is it so difficult? Am I a virgin who has too much sympathy for criminals? I don’t think so. Even if it’s a thief, my dad is a policeman. I know too much about these things since I was a child. I think these people are just a waste of society. resources, but when it comes to exchanging their lives, I don't think I can do it... Do you think it's strange?"
"It's not surprising." Shen Ping shook his head, "I'm still a reporter, so I can't even do it."
They looked at each other, the office worker smiled wryly, and said to him, "I broke up with my girlfriend last night because of this. Of course, she broke up with her. I don't have the guts."
Shen Ping raised his head sharply: "Damn it, brother, you have suffered a big enough loss!"
"My ex was the first to make a choice, and right from that letter she called and told her to be like a man. I told her I had to think about it, and she said she didn't expect me to be like this, To actually sympathize with four criminals." The young man swallowed, embarrassed.
"But you are here." Shen Ping said, "Do you want to save your girlfriend?"
"No, I'm here to vote against." The young man said solemnly.
"Why?" Shen Ping was surprised.
"I can't let go."
"Since you can't do it, why don't you abstain?"
"Because it suddenly occurred to me at night that if the result came out and we had to sacrifice four criminals to compromise with the terrorists, I would regret that I didn't make a choice."
"Then you are not afraid of what terrorists are doing, which is much more powerful than bombs
"Then go on, I can only represent myself." He sighed, "At least, I'm not afraid."