Someone once said that compared to prison, detention center is the real hell on earth!
This statement is not an exaggeration, nor does it contain any artistic processing. Even old prisoners who have been to the palace several times, or people who have been in prison, all agree that the days in the detention center are the most difficult.
A small detention center is a deformed microcosm of society. The relationship between guards and prisoners is extremely naked and distorted. The ugliness and filthiness of human nature are magnified and refined without limit, which will eventually wear out your body and your soul.
Qingzhou Detention Center was established in July 1958. It was originally located at No. 18 Jiuding Road in the old city. It was renovated from the granary of the landlord. You can imagine how simple it was. During the crackdown in 1983, the detention center was overcrowded. At the worst time, nearly 20 people were detained in a cell less than five square meters. At that time, anyone who dared to fart would not be able to walk out of the room alive. Therefore, in early 1984, the municipal government built a new detention center on Xifeng Road, covering an area of 13.6 acres and a cell area of more than 900 square meters. The prisoners burst into tears and farting became a non-life-threatening sport.
In the early 1990s, because the per capita berth area in the detention center was far from the requirements of the Ministry of Public Security, it was listed by the Ministry of Public Security at the end of 1992 as a backward detention center that was supervised for transformation. Zuo Jing, the then Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, instructed the Municipal Planning Commission to approve the project and strive for national financial support. 78 acres of land were acquired near the North Suburb National Highway, and more than 7 million yuan was invested to build a new detention center that was considered advanced at the time.
But no matter how new it is, what has changed are only the infrastructure and accommodation conditions. What remain unchanged are the cold high walls, electric fences, iron doors, iron windows, iron chains, and all kinds of people, or scum.
Zhao Jianjun is detained here!
His first-instance verdict had already come down, and he had been prepared to die on the road. Considering the number of lives he had taken, the death penalty was not a big deal, so it didn't make much difference to him whether he appealed or not. But for some reason, the always cold-hearted supervisor Liu actually talked to him alone three times, talking about policies, rights, and hope, saying that it was better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. There were precedents for revising the verdict in the second instance, and it was better to delay it for a while, at least it was a thought, better than being immediately arrested and shot.
Zhao Jianjun didn't care, and let Liu, the supervisor, run around to submit the appeal materials, and the days passed like this. In fact, he knew very well that according to the crimes he had committed, the chances of surviving the second trial, even the twentieth trial, were not great.
If your head falls off, it'll just leave a scar the size of a bowl. What's the point of asking for trouble
Zhao Jianjun was naturally a first-rate ruthless man. He had iron chains on his feet, which was a sign of a serious criminal. No one dared to mess with him since the first day he entered the cell. In less than a week, the whole building knew that Jun Ge in 301 was a big shot. Being the big brother, many rules came into play. No one dared to speak to him in the cell. When he was working, others helped him do the work. The guards knew it, but they never said anything. Every morning when he got up, there was a special servant to help him get up. When he washed, toothpaste was squeezed out. When breakfast was handed in from the rice hole, Zhao Jianjun had to distribute the food. After the food was distributed, everyone said thank you to Jun Ge together. If anyone didn't say it or didn't say it loudly, they would be beaten immediately. At night, someone made the bed and someone wiped the anklets. He was a real prison boss and no one dared to mess with him in the whole prison.
It may seem impressive to pick a general from among the crippled, but Zhao Jianjun's brothers were arrested, their properties were seized, and the money in their accounts was compensated to previous victims, cutting off their source of income. Life without money in a detention center is really hard for a human being. You have to get up at six o'clock every day and go to bed at twelve o'clock at night. You have to work sixteen hours a day, and eat cabbage, radish and stale steamed buns every meal. There is no oil for a whole month. Even the strongest person can't stand it. Even if the younger brothers give you gifts from time to time, that little money can't even fill the stomachs of the guards, so how can you take care of yourself
The old man is an old swindler who has been in the palace many times, although he is often beaten up because of his professional habit. He has a smooth tongue, no skin, and can lick his big brother's feet on his knees. He is a good lad in the trunk. The man, who was a master at color vision, suddenly realized that Mr. Zhao seemed a little different. Zhao Jianjun usually snores a lot when he goes to bed at night, but he didn't hear a sound last night. The old man, wondering if anything had happened, tried to walk around Zhao Jianjun carefully and not touch the mildew. During the day, Zhao Jianjun sat still on the copper bunk, without even saying a word, his face looking grim as if he had lost a tug of war.
This is Lao Mentou's unique rhetorical sentence structure.
The so-called tug of war is the most popular entertainment in the trading hall. Generally, two people take off their pants, tie a string to their little brothers, shout slogans and pull them back. Although Lao Mentou is old, his heart is not old. He has a lot of capital and is a regular player in 301. His winning rate can be maintained at more than 70%. So whenever he faces Zhao Jianjun's tyranny, he often asks himself: "No matter how awesome you are, can you beat me in tug of war?"
Zhao Jianjun was in a bad mood, and even a blind man could see it. It happened that a new prisoner was transferred from the transition cell in the afternoon. According to the old rules, he had to take off all his clothes and do frog jumps with his hands behind his back. The reason was of course to see if there were any prohibited items hidden in his anus. Then he had to recite the prison rules and sing the cross song. If the new prisoner didn't show his tact, he would be beaten up.
Usually, all these were conducted under the leadership of Zhao Jianjun, but today, after waiting for a long time, Zhao Jianjun still did not say a word and sat there blankly. The old man gave a look to the man nicknamed Daqian Ya, who walked over and asked, "What did you do wrong?"
The newcomer was a young man in his twenties with a wretched appearance. He smiled and said, "Brothers..."
Before he could finish his words, he was slapped by Daqian Ya: "Don't you know the rules? Say report before you speak!"
The young man's gums were immediately bleeding, but he didn't dare to wipe them. He fell to his knees, his voice trembling with tears, and said: "Report... Report, I fucked... fucked a girl..."
"Huh?" Daqian Ya was stunned. How did the last girl get sent in? "Didn't you pay?"
"No... not... free, I, I used a little force..."
"Snap"
Another slap, and Daqian Ya said angrily: "Rape is rape, why are you still talking nonsense to me!"
The old man's eyes moved. In the cell, the rapist was usually hit with the soles of shoes. Jun was in a bad mood, so maybe he could be amused by doing that. So several people rushed over, pulled down the young man's pants and put his penis on the edge of the bunk bed. Some people pressed his hands and feet, and some covered his mouth. Daqian Ya smiled and grabbed the soles of his shoes and started beating him.
But what made Lao Mentou depressed was that Zhao Jianjun still had no reaction. He thought about it, mustered up the courage to bend over and move closer. Just as he was about to put on a smile and talk, Zhao Jianjun suddenly looked up and glanced over at him.
What kind of cold, fierce, and deadly look is this
The old man's chest felt tight and his hands and feet began to tremble uncontrollably. The temperature in the room seemed to drop by dozens of degrees. The sound of his teeth chattering even drowned out the young man's wailing. Immediately afterwards, he felt a heat in his crotch and was so scared that he peed.
Zhao Jianjun frowned, and kicked Lao Mentou's waist with his chained foot, sending him flying several steps and falling to the ground.
"Get the f*** out!"
Old Mantou endured the pain and used his hands and feet to crawl away. Daqianya's hands went limp, his shoes fell off, and he and the other people huddled together at the eastern end of the bunk bed on the other side, holding their heads. Only the young man was left, curled up on the ground, holding his lower body, twitching.
Zhao Jianjun stood up and slowly walked to the other end of the cell. The gentle moonlight shone through the iron railings onto his face, but it became so hideous and terrifying!
Overnight, he lost his kingdom, his brothers, and a lot of money. Even his life was just a temporary stay in this world. He would have to report to the King of Hell soon. At this point in his life, it can be said that he had reached a dead end, but Zhao Jianjun still did not regret it. He was an orphan with nothing to rely on. If he didn't work hard and be ruthless, didn't kill people or set fires, and didn't bully people, how could he stand out, pick up girls, play with beautiful women, and eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks
I have played all the games I should have played, and enjoyed all the pleasures I should have enjoyed. It is worth dying for! What's more, I still have that woman and the son she gave birth to. The Zhao family finally has a family. I finally have a relative in this world!
Zhao Jianjun slowly gathered his fingers together and gently stroked the edge of his trouser leg, as if the photo he saw last night was still in his hands.
It’s only been a few months since we last met, but it feels like decades have passed!
Pain finally flashed in his eyes. He thought the arrangement was foolproof, but her existence was still known to others. At this point, there was only one way left for him.
The path behind the photo pointed out to him:
Fan dies, Zhao lives!
Zhao Jianjun didn't know who the other party was, and he didn't even know if they could keep their promise. But now he had nothing, and the only thing he could do was to take a gamble. He was going to die anyway, so he might as well use his life to exchange for a chance to live for his wife and son.
He has no choice!
Looking at Zhao Jianjun's back, he knocked his head against his front teeth and lowered his voice, saying, "This is fucking weird. Yesterday, Jun didn't do anything to the guy who transferred to our cell, but today he did the same thing again. What the hell..."
The old man was shocked and looked at Zhao Jianjun secretly. Daqian Ya was right. The guy who transferred in yesterday was supposed to be punished, but he went to the toilet alone with Junge for a while and came out without suffering. Everyone thought that the boy was smart and must have given him something good in private to avoid the pain. But looking at the situation today, it might not be that simple.
However, Lao Mentou knew that there were some things that should not be thought of, let alone explored. He whispered, "You know nothing. I heard that the second trial was held, and the possibility of a change of sentence is not high. If it were you, you would have been paralyzed a long time ago..."
Front Tooth suddenly realized and no longer thought that there was anything wrong with Zhao Jianjun. He sat obediently on the bed with his back straight.
Zhao Jianjun didn't sleep, so none of them dared to sleep. They could only sit there stiffly, just like they did during the day, commonly known as "sitting on a board"!