Facts have proved that Jiang Chijing's intuition is really accurate.
He thought that Chen Er might provoke Zheng Mingyi, so he kindly reminded Zheng Mingyi to beware of Chen Er.
But he really didn't expect that Zheng Mingyi had just been transferred to Prison Building No. 2 for two days, and such a serious accident would happen there.
There was a heart-wrenching shout from the corner of the first floor, and the prison guards in the entire building rushed towards the corner.
Jiang Chijing just came to Building 2 through the corridor between the two buildings, still holding an unfinished letter in his hand. As a civilian prison guard, it is not convenient for him to rush to the front line. He can only lean against the fence on the second floor and look at the situation in the corner of the first floor.
Chen Er was the first to be taken out of the cell, his expression was extremely distorted, and his face was full of sweat.
He was surrounded by prison guards all the time until the guards took him to the second floor, and when he passed by Jiang Chijing, Jiang Chijing could see clearly that Chen Er had a sharpened toothbrush in the palm of his left hand, a bright red toothbrush. The drops of blood formed a line behind him.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Chijing asked a familiar prison guard.
"It's a fight with No. 1017." The prison guard stopped, "Send it to Dr. Luo for a look first, and it is estimated that he will have to be released on medical parole."
"Did Chen Er move first?" Jiang Chijing asked again.
"He said that No. 1017 provoked him first, who knows." the prison guard said.
Every time a fight occurs, the participants justify themselves. Chen Er said that Zheng Mingyi provoked him first, but I don't know how true it is.
"No. 1017 is too ruthless. He moved his hands twice and sent two people away." The prison guard teased. "Whoever wants to be released on medical parole in the future can just be beaten."
When the prison guard said this, Zheng Mingyi was also brought up by other prison guards, but unlike Chen Er, he was wearing handcuffs on his hands.
Most of the prison guards around Zheng Mingyi were not as tall as him. A group of people walked in the direction of Jiang Chijing. Only Zheng Mingyi, who was wearing an orange prison uniform, had a clear sense of presence. As for the other prison guards, they seemed to be gray background board.
There was no expression on Zheng Mingyi's face, and even his breathing was steady. If it weren't for the wounds formed after the hands were touched, it would not have been obvious that he had just abolished someone's hand.
The distance between the two was getting closer and closer. When passing in front of Jiang Chijing, Zheng Mingyi's face finally showed an expression, but it was also very light. He just looked at Jiang Chijing calmly, as if saying: Good morning, Officer Jiang.
Jiang Chijing didn't have the heart to ask Zheng Mingyi early.
During this time, he and Zheng Mingyi got so close that he almost forgot how dangerous this man was.
Chen Er was sent to an external hospital for medical treatment, while Zheng Mingyi was placed in the confinement room of Prison Building No. 1 after his wounds were treated at Luo Hai.
The warden immediately ordered a comprehensive round of wards and confiscated all prohibited items. Jiang Chijing and Luo Hai were the only ones able to smoke and chat leisurely on the balcony.
"The prison guard who brought Chen Er over said that it was Chen Er who moved first."
Luo Hai gave Chen Er's left hand a simple treatment, and he had better access to first-hand information than Jiang Chijing.
Jiang Chijing was not surprised. In his impression, he would only show offense when others provoke Zheng Mingyi first.
"But there is a problem," Luo Hai let out a breath of smoke, looked at Jiang Chijing and said, "The prisoners in the same cell all said that it was Chen Er who was provoked by Zheng Mingyi first."
Jiang Chijing shook the soot with his thumb and asked, "How to provoke?"
"I don't know." Luo Hai shrugged, "I just want to remind you that it's best to keep a distance from him."
Jiang Chijing didn't answer right away, he didn't feel how close he and Zheng Mingyi were, to the extent that they needed to keep a distance. He was silent for a moment and asked, "What if Lao Jiu instructed them to say that?"
"You are still talking to Zheng Mingyi." Luo Hai said.
Jiang Chijing felt that he was very objective, but Luo Hai's thoughts were not unreasonable. After thinking about it, it can only be because he usually has more contact with Zheng Mingyi and knows his "normal" state, while Luo Hai basically only sees Zheng Mingyi's beating side.
Moving forward again, Jiang Chijing not only knew Zheng Mingyi's normal state, but also saw his life, so he always defended him habitually.
"You're still the same." Jiang Chijing said, "You're always worried about others."
"You know, it can't be changed." Luo Hai said, "I heard that Zheng Mingyi will be transferred to Prison Building No. 1 after the confinement is released this time."
"It seems that your previous judgment was correct." Jiang Chijing sighed, "It's better to list him as an extremely dangerous prisoner from the beginning."
Regardless of the intermediate process, Zheng Mingyi still went to Prison Building No. 1, which was the most strictly managed.
The prisoners over there are not at the same level as the prisoners in ordinary cells. Most of them have lives on their backs, either life imprisonment or a suspended death sentence.
These people have a limited number of visits per month, and they can't participate in group entertainment in the evening. Although everyone has a separate cell, ordinary prisoners simply don't want to be kept here.
This time, Zheng Mingyi was detained for 72 hours. Three days may seem short, but in such a small and dark confinement room, every second is extremely torturous.
The confinement room is located on the third floor of the No. 1 prison building. Usually Jiang Chijing will not come to this floor to deliver letters.
But today, after delivering the last envelope of Prison Building No. 1, Jiang Chijing hesitated for a while, and finally turned around and came to a floor he had never set foot on before.
"Officer Jiang?" The director of Building No. 1 happened to be patrolling the building on the third floor. "Why did you come here?"
"Come and talk to No. 1017."
It is normal for prison guards to come to interview prisoners, and since this is someone else's territory, Jiang Chijing can't hide his purpose.
"Are you talking about stocks?" the head of the building gossips.
Among the prison guards, it is no longer a secret that the warden asked Zheng Mingyi to watch stocks, and some prison guards who speculate in stocks will take the initiative to ask the warden's secretary for information.
"Yes." Jiang Chijing didn't say much.
"Okay, he is in the third room in the past, just find him directly."
Unlike other cells, there are no windows on the iron door of the confinement room, only a small window below for food delivery.
Jiang Chijing crouched down, opened the small window, and the sound of heavy breathing immediately came from the room. He lowered his head and glanced at Zheng Mingyi doing push-ups.
"1017." Jiang Chijing shouted, "It's me."
Zheng Mingyi was not wearing a shirt, the weak light shone on his back, and he could faintly see the undulating muscle lines.
"Officer Jiang?"
Zheng Mingyi stopped, picked up the clothes on the side and wiped his sweat, then came to the door and sat down with his legs crossed: "What's the matter?"
The position of the small window is really low. Since Zheng Mingyi was behind the iron gate, Jiang Chijing simply sat down with his back against the iron gate, folded his chin, and said to the small window, "I have a question to ask you."
Zheng Mingyi smiled softly, and changed his back to the iron door: "You really have a lot of problems."
If there is no iron door in the middle, the backs of the two should be stuck together.
Jiang Chijing was quiet for a while, until Zheng Mingyi's breathing had calmed down behind the iron gate, and he asked, "Did you do this on purpose?"
"What's the intention?" Zheng Mingyi asked in a flat tone.
"Chen Er." Jiang Chijing said, "Did you deliberately provoke him?"
"It's okay to ignore him."
"Why are you ignoring him?"
"Probably... just treat him like air."
Each cell has a ranking of prisoners, and the leader of the ranking can have many privileges, such as distributing items and so on.
The boss of Zheng Mingyi's cell is Chen Er. If he regards Chen Er as air, it will definitely be regarded as a provocation.
Jiang Chijing got the answer in his heart, softly "ha", and said, "You really did it on purpose."
Deliberately provoking Chen Er, making Chen Er angry, and then "forced" to fight back when Chen Er can't help but to fight back, so as to minimize punishment.
Although Jiang Chijing defended Zheng Mingyi in front of Luo Hai, he actually had a premonition in his heart that Zheng Mingyi would not be a passive striker. He did this for a simple purpose—
"You want a solitary cell."
Zheng Mingyi did not deny it: "I was discovered by you, Officer Jiang."
Although a single cell will lose some freedom, it is better than being plotted at some point.
If Zheng Mingyi continued to stay in Prison Building No. 2, it would mean that he would always be exposed to danger. Instead, he would be transferred to Prison Building No. 1, which seemed to be dangerous, so that absolute safety could be guaranteed when he was in the cell.
"You will become more and more isolated like this." Jiang Chijing said.
A single cell is not a single room in a hotel. You can only be bored by yourself, and people are social animals. If you are bored for a long time, there will definitely be problems.
"I don't need to deal with prisoners." Zheng Mingyi paused when he said this, put on a relaxed tone, and said half-jokingly, "Besides, I still have you, Officer Jiang."
Jiang Chijing didn't have the heart to joke with Zheng Mingyi, he said in the direction of the small window, "Don't do this next time."
"What?" Zheng Mingyi asked.
"Resolve problems with violence."
The man behind the iron gate gave a nonchalant smile and asked, "Are you teaching me an education class, Officer Jiang?"
"I'm not kidding you, Zheng Mingyi." Jiang Chijing said solemnly, "If you do this again, I really won't study for you."
This time Zheng Mingyi fell silent, and there was no response from behind the iron gate. Just when Jiang Chijing thought there would be no response, he heard Zheng Mingyi exhale softly and asked, "What if we can only solve the problem by violence?"
Jiang Chijing didn't expect that he could change Zheng Mingyi's usual style of behavior with just a few words. He said: "If you have to make a move, then please pay attention to the severity of your strike."
It's not beating people's bones, or abolishing people's hands. Jiang Chijing has never seen such a fool.
Zheng Mingyi replied lightly: "Okay, listen to you, Officer Jiang."
Jiang Chijing was not sure whether Zheng Mingyi was perfunctory or not. Anyway, he had already expressed what he meant. Whether Zheng Mingyi listened or not had little to do with him.
He stood up and was about to leave, when Zheng Mingyi's voice came from the small window again.
"I'll listen to you, then can you come and chat with me tomorrow?" Zheng Mingyi lazily dragged the end, "It's boring here."
Of course it's boring in the confinement room.
Jiang Chijing stepped on his Martin boots and left, and casually threw a sentence: "Look at my mood."