On a hot afternoon, the asphalt pavement reflected the scorching rays of the sun, like a suffocating vapor rising.
The community staff came to Jiang Chijing's neighbor's house again and complained about the glass scum on the floor and the black ink stains on the wall.
Jiang Chijing, who had just come home from get off work, came out of his garage. As soon as the two saw him, they stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Jiang, do you know when Mr. Zheng will come home?"
Jiang Chijing shook his head politely, saying that he didn't know either.
In this clean and tidy community, all residents consciously maintain a good community environment.
People will regularly mow their lawns to maintain a delicate courtyard landscape, and even the public roads outside the courtyard will actively wash them from time to time.
In such a harmonious environment, a messy house appeared - the glass on the floor was not cleaned, and the ink stains on the walls were not treated.
Community staff come here almost every day, but they have never met Mr. Zheng, who they are thinking of.
Jiang Chijing couldn't remember exactly when it started, and the man on the opposite side never appeared again. It seemed like two days ago, or three days ago. After the accident that night, in Jiang Chijing's impression, the man only came back once.
Maybe it was because the environment here was unsafe and moved to a relative or a friend's house.
Jiang Chijing didn't find it strange, but without a peeping object, it was inevitable that he would be bored and uncomfortable.
But on the bright side, the reason why he moved here is to restrain the bad habit of peeping. Now that even the only chance to peep has been lost, he can just control his eyes.
There were three express packages outside the iron fence. Jiang Chijing took the packages home and opened them with a knife. They were three items that he recently purchased online and sent for repair.
The first is a bottle of ink. Jiang Chijing has the habit of practicing calligraphy, and ink is a common necessities for him.
The other is a bottle of perfume, although this is not a necessity, but it will be used a few times a year, and I can buy it at home for emergency use.
As for the model of the perfume, it was the one that was smashed that night. Jiang Chijing and his ex-boyfriend broke up peacefully without any emotional entanglement. He has been using this perfume for a long time, and there is no need to deliberately change to another one.
The last piece is an old-fashioned mechanical watch repaired by Jiang Chijing. Although the style of the watch is an old one from decades ago, the manufacturer has made a promise of a lifetime warranty.
According to the regulations of the prison, prison guards cannot bring mobile phones into the prison area. Jiang Chijing is accustomed to using this old watch to check the time. In these days without wearing a watch, he has subconsciously looked at Kong Kong's wrist countless times.
The missing and broken items were restored one by one, and the glass slag in the opposite yard was finally cleaned up by the community staff.
It's just that the neighbor seemed to disappear out of thin air, and no one came to repair the large bedroom window. Looking at Jiang Chijing's house, he felt inexplicably depressed.
"Morning, Officer Jiang."
It was another ordinary working day. In the spacious and bright locker room, a colleague who had just finished the night shift greeted Jiang Chijing while yawning.
Jiang Chijing's job is a prison librarian, a civilian position, not strictly a "prison guard", but since he and the prison guards wear the same prison guard uniform, everyone defaults to classifying him as a prison guard. kind.
Jiang Chijing replied "Morning", then took off his white short sleeves and took out a dark gray uniform shirt from his private closet.
The uniforms of prison guards in the southern prison are divided into three sets: summer clothes, winter clothes and formal clothes. The difference between summer clothes and winter clothes is nothing more than the thickness of the fabric and the length of the sleeves, while the formal clothes are a straight coat, which is only worn on solemn occasions.
The uniforms obtained by the prison guards are of a uniform version, only the sizes are different. Jiang Chijing's body is thin, but his shoulders are the same, but his ribs and waist are wider. He took it to a tailor shop outside the community to change the size, and now the shirt can fit his waist perfectly.
The buttons were buttoned one by one from top to bottom, the thin lines were hidden behind the fabric, the vertical collar was meticulously arranged, and an "atypical" prison guard soon appeared in the full-length mirror.
Compared with other colleagues who are five big and three thick, Jiang Chijing is like a weak scholar. Although he is also 1.8 meters tall, he gives the impression that he can be knocked down with one punch.
This is mostly because of his clean and handsome appearance, which will make people subconsciously feel bullied.
If his skin was a little darker, it wouldn't make him look delicate, but his skin was not only white, but his lips were pink like cherries, so it's not surprising that others would think he was easy to bully.
When he first joined the Southern Prison, the warden reminded him earnestly that he must pay attention to his personal safety.
Jiang Chijing certainly understood what the warden meant. The so-called personal safety is not as good as the safety of the chrysanthemum. However, more than half a year has passed, and he has not had any accidents.
After changing into the prison guard's uniform, Jiang Chijing went to the mail room to pick up the letters addressed to the prisoners, and then spent half an hour checking the contents of the letters one by one.
Just as a prison visit is being monitored, letters sent to the prison must also be checked.
Jiang Chijing likes this job very much, because it is a legitimate voyeurism, and he does not need to restrain himself, let alone feel any psychological burden.
It's not even voyeurism, to be precise, because it's just a job.
Most of the prisoners who can write letters have sincere remorse, care about their families, and look forward to the future.
Jiang Chijing believes that there are no absolute villains in this world, which can be seen from these letters.
After sending the letter to the prison building and sending the received reply letter, Jiang Chijing's morning work basically came to an end.
To be honest, the job is ridiculously easy, the benefits are very generous, and it's just because you have to deal with prisoners that few people want to come here to work.
Jiang Chijing's office area is in a quiet library, located in a corner by the window. The 1/4 arc-shaped desk is separated by a right-angle fan in the corner, and only one person can work in it.
Except for Jiang Chijing, almost no one will enter here. Over time, this area has become Jiang Chijing's private domain.
He turned on the computer and watched the news for a while. The verdict of the major economic case that caused a sensation in the country a while ago had been handed down. An employee surnamed Zheng of the agency was sentenced to one year in prison, fined 300 million yuan, and was detained in court.
The court that pronounced the sentence is in the local area, and it seems that there will be new people coming to the prison soon.
Just as Jiang Chijing thought of this, there was the roar of a large bus coming from a distance. He glanced casually through the window, then took out a copy of the "Prisoner's Code" from a drawer as usual.
Every person serving a sentence in prison must be educated and reformed, and Jiang Chijing, an idler, was in charge of the first education class they took.
By the time the new group of prisoners had completed all the formalities, the time had come to the afternoon.
The head of the dormitory building appeared outside the door of the library, knocked on the door with a folder board, and said to Jiang Chijing, "Someone brought it here."
Jiang Chijing replied "Okay", put the booklet of the "Code of Practice" under his ribs, took the folder board with the prisoner's information from the other party's hand, and then walked towards the small conference room.
A total of three prisoners came today, and Jiang Chijing went downstairs while looking at the information of several people.
On the top is a telecommunications fraudster who deceived a rich woman into bankruptcy. Immediately after that, there were gangsters who were maimed by fights, beating people to the point where they couldn't take care of themselves.
Then the rest should be a national sensation...
The sound of footsteps stopped at the door of the conference room. Jiang Chijing opened the door of the conference room with one hand and looked at this page of information on the folder board in disbelief.
Zheng Mingyi, male, 27 years old, 1.86 meters...
The same information did not shock Jiang Chijing. What really shocked his pupils was the familiar face in the photo column.
Qi Er's broken hair was cut a lot shorter, and the deep facial features were a little more resolute. No matter how Jiang Chijing looked at it, this face was exactly the same as the one he was used to seeing in the binoculars.
So the "employee surnamed Zheng" in the news is actually the "Mr. Zheng" who lives opposite his house
Jiang Chijing was so shocked that it was no wonder that this man had disappeared for so long, and he didn't even care about repairing the windows. He dared to be taken into the detention center.
The three people in the conference room were all looking at Jiang Chijing, whose movements froze. He quickly regained his senses, took a deep breath, put down the folder board, and met the gazes of the three people with a calm expression.
I have to admit that Jiang Chijing's heart trembled involuntarily when he met Zheng Mingyi's eyes.
It was a kind of guilty conscience from a voyeur, a spontaneous psychological tremor from the inside out. He had never looked directly into Zheng Mingyi's eyes, his dark pupils were keen, vigilant, and unpredictable... Jiang Chijing thought of an experienced hunter almost instantly.
Destiny likes to make jokes like this, the person Jiang Chijing could not avoid, but appeared in front of him in this way without warning.
He didn't even have time to continue to be shocked, because he could feel Zheng Mingyi also looking at him calmly - looking at his appearance, looking at his uniform, looking at the booklet under his ribs.
Most prisoners are like tigers. If you turn around and run away, you will only be regarded as prey, and the result will be death. Instead, you calmly use your eyes to deter, which may dispel the idea of tiger hunting and gain a chance of survival.
Jiang Chijing knew this very well. He stretched his legs again, stepped on his Martin boots and walked to the conference table. With a bang, he patted the folder board on the table, raised his chin slightly, and looked down at the three people in front of him indifferently. Humanity: "Hello everyone, I'm your instructor, Jiang Chijing."