Ma Hongjun felt that he was quite unlucky.
He was originally just a cook, from a small city in the south of the mainland, and studied in a chef school for several years. When I was young, I thought being a cook was a promising job. However, after studying for a few years and graduating, I realized that it was too difficult to find a job!
Real high-end hotels will only hire famous chefs who have become famous. A graduate of a third-rate chef school like me is not even qualified to serve as a chef. As a result, after half a year of washing dishes in a small, dirty local restaurant, Ma Hongjun finally understood: It turned out that the road to becoming a cook was not easy.
Fortunately, he still has a good body. I'm a little fatter, but I still have the strength in my arms - after all, as a chef, you have to weigh a large spoon, and if you don't have the strength, you won't be able to lift such a big iron pot.
Ma Hongjun considers himself an idealist. If he doesn't do it, he must do it well! His mantra is: professional.
There is no way out as a cook, and the honest fat man can't survive. Fortunately, he has a good sister. Her sister's boyfriend is a gangster, so she drags the fat man to join the gang. My brother-in-law was a soldier and knew a lot about firearms. He got a few homemade firearms from the black market.
Unfortunately, honest people are unlucky. The first business they did (robbing a bank) was caught immediately. The car was overturned by a strange woman, and the three accomplices, including the brother-in-law, died on the spot.
After the fat man was arrested, the police interrogated him for a day and finally made a firm conclusion: This damn fat man is crazy! Some weird woman "roared" the car or something like that... No one with normal thinking would believe it! Continuing the interrogation would be a waste of time. Anyway, everyone would get the stolen goods - so Ma Hongjun was honorably imprisoned.
How pitiful... The first time he did something bad, he didn't even fire a shot...
In fact, the fat man is an honest man and not very courageous. If he were not crazy about poverty, he would not follow his brother-in-law to rob a bank. He is in his mid-twenties and has never even tasted the taste of a woman. A grown man has to eat, get married, support a family, and buy a house... He has no other choice.
If you want to blame, blame that damn brother-in-law! At the beginning, he pointed his fingers at himself and said: Follow me and you will have meat to eat. The fat man left eagerly. As a result, I didn't get the meat, so I had to eat in prison first.
After entering the prison, the fat man still felt aggrieved. He complained to the prison guard with tears and snot in his eyes. After expressing his grievances, he added pitifully: It is this society that has ruined my ability to be a good person. Chance…
The guard rolled his eyes at him: Fatty, you must have watched too much "The Promise".
The fat man gave up and was locked up in a cell, holding the bars on the window and singing "Tears Behind Bars" every night - because he had not been tried yet and was only being held temporarily, he was given a single room.
As a result... the fat man became insane again.
That night, he pointed out the window and said he saw a god. He even banged on the door and called the guard. The guard was so angry that he wanted to kick him. The next day, he was punished for disobedience and was immediately locked up in the dark room.
A small dark room in a prison is really a dark room. A small single room of a few square meters has no windows and cannot see the sun 24 hours a day. It is completely enclosed. When a person is locked up in a place like this for a long time, the loneliness and fear in his heart can really drive him crazy!
The fat man started crying just half a day after he was locked up. When the guard who delivered the meal came in the evening, the fat man held the iron door and begged for mercy with snot and tears: "I was wrong, can you let me go back to the cell? I will never do it again." You’re yelling, let alone gods, even if I see aliens, I’ll treat them as air, okay?”
What answered him was the sound of a door slamming hard.
In the middle of the night, Fatty suddenly heard strange noises outside. He leaned on the small window of the iron door and looked out into the corridor...
The corridor was dark, without any light. But Fatty could see it clearly—this was a little secret of his that only his parents and sister knew. Fatty has had "night vision" since he was a child. His eyes are like those of a cat, and he can see clearly in dark places.
This kind of physique is rare among normal people. But Fatty rarely talks to others. Because in the small place in his hometown, the old man is very superstitious and believes that this kind of "night vision" is a kind of "ghost eye", which is a symbol of evil and uncleanness and can easily attract ghosts. So Fatty has never dared to tell outsiders that he has this ability.
In the pitch-black corridor, in the darkness, Fatty clearly saw a figure walking past leisurely. Through the small window on the iron door dedicated to delivering food, Fatty could clearly see the figure walking past, wearing a The prisoner's uniform, big head, and appearance were not clear, but he walked very arrogantly - swaggering and walking like a figure, as if he was not in prison, but in the back garden of his own home.
In the middle of the night, a prisoner, without a guard by his side, walked alone outside his cell... This is an abnormal phenomenon in itself. The fat man endured and endured, but the curiosity in his nature finally couldn't bear it any longer, and he couldn't help but call out in a low voice: "Hey, this brother."
The man was stunned, turned around, looked at the fat man looking for the voice, and saw a pair of eyes on the small window of the iron door.
The man turned around, and the fat man saw his appearance clearly: a small nose, small eyes, small eyebrows, and his facial features seemed to be all squeezed together. Seeing such a face will easily remind you of a well-known gnat: the rat.
"Can you see me?" The man seemed to raise his eyebrows. His voice was hoarse. He walked outside the iron gate, squatted down, and looked straight into the fat man's eyes.
Although he was separated by an iron door, the fat man felt a sense of fear when he was looked at by this man!
"I... I..." The fat man blinked his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and then managed to squeeze out his voice: "I have been able to see things in the dark since I was a child..."
This man seemed to smile, like a ghost, but actually sat down carelessly and leaned against the iron door: "Brother, how did you get in?"
"Robbing a bank." The fat man was very honest, but he quickly added: "Attempted."
"Ha!" The man smiled and said, "It's a serious crime. You should be sentenced to ten or eight years."
The fat man was a little depressed. After being depressed for a while, he asked, "What about you?"
"Me?" The man thought for a while: "I have some troubles outside. A few old acquaintances have come to K City these days. I don't want to see them. I just want to come and stay for a few days. It's a vacation and hiding from people."
Vacation
Is there anyone who goes to jail for vacation
The fat man's eyes widened. Seeing that the fat man was speechless, the other party guessed what the fat man was thinking, and said with a slow smile: "Think about it, prices are so high now, housing is expensive, and food is also expensive. How good is it to come here? Free housing, or a single room per person. Eating is free... Where is such a good place in the world?"
"But, you... this is a prison." The fat man cried sadly.
"Tch, what's wrong with the prison? If I want to leave, who can stop me?" The man curled his lips and said disapprovingly: "No, at night, I was bored in the room, so I came out for a walk. .”
Strolling around... The fat man opened his mouth wide - did he really regard this place as a hotel? !
The fat man thought he had met an expert and looked at him eagerly: "Brother, what do you call me?"
"Mei Liu." This person seemed reluctant to mention his name. He said something vaguely, but then sighed: "This was my name in the past. Now, I don't have a name."
At this point, he seemed to be in a bad mood. He stood up, patted his clothes, and walked away.
The fat man watched the master leave, looked straight at him disappearing around the corner at the end of the corridor, and then rubbed his eyes...
"Is there really something wrong with my brain? Is it a hallucination?"
The fat man rubbed his eyes until it hurt, but suddenly his eyes lit up!
Right where this person was sitting, there was a round thing that probably fell out of his pocket, just like the glass ball he played with when he was a child. Lying quietly outside the iron gate!
The fat man was immediately curious. The small window was too small and he definitely couldn't reach out. After thinking about it, he turned around and took the chopsticks for dinner and reluctantly stretched them out. Fortunately, the distance was just enough. After waiting for a long time, he finally picked up the small ball and carefully put it back into the iron gate.
Holding it in my hand, I realized that it was something wrapped in tin foil. When I opened it, I saw it was dark. When I smelled it, there was a faint sweet smell.
chocolate
The fat man couldn't help but feel angry!
Look at this guy in jail! Feel free to take a walk and have some good food to eat! But I can’t even smoke a cigarette!
Feeling angry, I threw the chocolate into my mouth, chewed it twice as if to vent my anger, and swallowed it with a gulp.
Then…
A few seconds later, with a plop, the fat man fell straight down, lying on the cold ground, snoring.
The fat man had several deep dreams during this sleep. He seemed to have slept for a long time. When he woke up, his back and legs ached. He rubbed his shoulders and sat up with a huff.
There were no windows in the small dark room, and I didn't know what time it was. I just leaned on the iron door and stared outside.
I couldn't help but think back to last night... Could it really be a dream
But there is still a lingering taste of chocolate in my mouth—it can’t be fake.
The fat man couldn't help but feel unbalanced!
snort! Why! That person can go out for a walk, but I have to stay in a dark room!
With this thought in his mind, he laid his hands on the iron door...
(If only I could open this door and go out for a walk...)
The iron doors in this prison are all electronic locks, and they are no longer the ancient iron locks. The fat man was feeling angry when he suddenly heard a soft "click"! !
This sound made his heart jump, and he jumped up immediately!
Then, the fat man’s eyes widened—
The big iron door in front of me... The door lock automatically unlocked and the door slowly opened! ! !
Looking at the open door, the fat man stared straight out.
"In my day, there can't really be gods!"