Bai Chunian sat on the hard bed, staring at the water dripping from the mossy wall with his right eye not covered by the bandage.
The climate of the island is special, the seasons are hot and humid, and some bugs that are not usually seen are crawling quietly in the corners.
Eris was locked next door, and she often made some noises to lure the guards to come and yell, and then laughed, trying every means to lure outsiders to her, and then touched them—one of them was caught by his wrist. The guard got his throat stuck by a fishbone during lunch and had to go to the infirmary to get it out.
Eris never got tired of it, so the time of confinement was extended again and again, but he still didn't change a little bit.
In the waking darkness, every minute will be infinitely stretched and magnified, Eris is a guy who is unwilling to be lonely, and being alone will drive him crazy.
Bai Chunian sat quietly, a centipede the size of a finger crawled between his fingers, and he switched hands to let the centipede crawl forward endlessly.
During the half-month that was dark in the confinement room, apart from reviewing the details of his actions over and over in his mind, Bai Chunian also had more than enough time to think about unimportant things.
For example, if an experimental subject whose lifespan is far longer than that of a human being is locked up here for one, two, ten, or fifty years, no one will know of his existence, no one will come to visit, and no one expects them to go out. , It is really a horrible thing to spend a life aimlessly in the dark like a gun that has been put aside after a war.
Bai Chunian rarely triggers the emotion of "fear", maybe the researchers didn't consider this item when they designed them, but these days he really felt a kind of anxiety spreading from the bottom of his heart.
Ever since the day when Yan Yi asked him "why didn't he leave", Bai Chunian was also thinking about the reason. He could leave in a leisurely way, play wildly with Rimbaud all over the world, and even join the organization of reptiles to study how to take revenge on the world.
Maybe it's the rebellious psychology of adolescence, he doesn't want to do what others want him to do, and what others are doing, and only Rimbaud understands this.
Although that proud fish likes to order him and threaten him, only Rimbaud has no brains to support all his unreasonable decisions, and he only wants this.
At the end of the empty corridor came the clacking sound of leather shoes, followed by the sound of unlocking the closed door. The heavy iron door was pulled open, and the bright light made it hard to keep your eyes open.
Du Mo stood in front of him wearing a prison guard uniform: "It's time, come out."
He saw Bai Chunian sitting cross-legged on the bed, playing with worms in his hands. After wearing the suppressor for a long time, his skin showed a haggard and sickly pale, and his eyelids and lips were extraordinarily red.
It was just such a slightly sick young alpha, after adjusting to the light, he glanced at his leather shoes, raised his eyes, passed by his uniform pants and tie, until he met his eyes, then greeted with a light smile: "Good morning, sir. It seems that the warden also failed to get up on time today, will he plan to go to the police station later?"
The unremarkable greeting gave Du Mo a chill down his spine.
He was indeed the one who picked up the warden by car this morning, because the warden said that he didn't sleep well last night and couldn't cheer up in the morning. And later he was indeed going to receive several police officers sent by the International Police Department.
Du Mo tried his best to maintain his demeanor in front of the prisoner, even though he knew in his heart how difficult Bai Chunian was. But he didn't notice that when he started to think this way, he was already given the psychological advantage by the other party.
Bai Chunian threw the centipede into the floor drain, stood up, walked out with Du Mo in his pocket. Another prison guard was opening the door of Eris's confinement room, and Eris was shaking the iron railing on the small window, making a lot of noise.
"Cough, let's go." Du Mo supported Bai Chunian's handcuffed wrists and led him out. After all, they had cooperated before, and they didn't tear their faces at that time. There was no need to make the surface atmosphere stiff, even though He was very afraid of this dangerous person.
He is an omega, and his height of 1.75 meters is a head lower than that of Bai Chunian. Even if the white lion beside him is wearing a suppressor, the weak pheromone overflowing from it will still suppress his crow glands.
Maybe Bai Chunian left a deep impression on him during the ATWL exam, which caused Du Mo to develop ptsd towards this person, and always felt that Bai Chunian wanted to harm him.
"Sir, I won't escape from prison. You don't need to be so nervous. I promise you can get this year's year-end award safely." Bai Chunian looked down at him and said happily, "You don't need to carry a gun when you approach me, because there is no It is easy to be countered by me.”
Du Mo silently suppressed the pistol hidden under the armpit of the police uniform jacket, and gritted his teeth. This feeling of knowing what he's going to do, but not knowing what he's going to do, is infuriating.
Under such circumstances, it is absolutely impossible not to send more people to guard him strictly. Du Mo quickly came up with a security dispatch plan, as long as Bai Chunian made any changes, the sniper's guns would be pointed at his head immediately.
However, Bai Chunian didn't put any extra thoughts on him, the sun shone on his body for a long time to relax, and he returned to the prison area to have his first lunch with his inmates.
The atmosphere among the prisoners was extremely harmonious today, and even the notorious thorns were enjoying their lunch quietly. It turned out that today was Christmas Eve, and every prisoner received a small piece of strawberry mousse cake from the lunch window, which was like a Christmas gift in a boring prison.
Bai Chunian also received a piece. Although he seldom eats sweets, after half a month of eating clear soup with little water, this kind of food can be regarded as a delicacy in the world.
After tasting it, there was a very faint smell of pheromone in it, which may have been stained when mounting the flowers. Bai Chunian took a careful sniff to distinguish this pheromone—it was strawberry pheromone, mixed with strawberry jam. It's hard to detect together, it seems that their pastry chef is a soft little o with sweet pheromones, and his craftsmanship is quite pleasing.
He looked around, and it seemed that the black bear he had beaten up hadn't returned yet, and the other inmates glanced at him from time to time, all of them looked cowardly, and they couldn't be expected to do anything.
After eating, there is a twenty-minute lunch break. When the piercing old-fashioned brass bell rings, everyone in the cell has to get up, and the guard will arrange their work.
Prisoners don't have to just sit and do a certain amount of work every day. Bai Chunian and his cell are in charge of cutting clothes and fabrics today.
The guard led them out of the prison area to the garment factory, and asked them to line up in order and move forward in sequence. Four guards wearing bulletproof vests and holding shotguns were responsible for escorting them at the end of the line.
Along the way, Bai Chunian looked at the prison snipers from the corner of his eye from time to time. The number of snipers he passed along the way was abnormally large. Thinking about it, he knew that he was a dangerous object and must be strictly supervised. He was sure As long as he casually walks out of the team and moves around, countless sniper bullets will smash him into a sieve.
However, these people are not like additional personnel, because the international prison also has a strict duty system, scheduling will be more convenient than additional deployment, and obviously, in the light criminal area, other prisoners do not need to be supervised at all, so everyone Most of the police forces were concentrated on Bai Chunian, and there might be hundreds of pairs of eyes watching his every move.
Bai Chunian curled up his lips and followed the team into the garment factory.
The factory is a bit old, many facilities are rusted and faded, and some electric equipment makes a lot of noise. This is also an assembly line operation. Bai Chunian is responsible for cutting a stack of hundreds of sheets of cotton cloth into the shape of an ordinary T-shirt with the cutter of the machine, and then using a sewing machine to sew the front and back pieces together.
The machine is quite large, and a vertical sharp blade is electrically controlled to cut. You only need to push the pile of cloth in your hand according to the line drawn by the previous person. The work content is very simple, but it is a bit laborious. With the blood of an unlucky guy.
The cellmate next to him said that these clothes will be donated to the disaster area and worn by children.
This job is very novel, it is also the first time for Bai Chunian to do it, it is quite fun, and cutting is not a problem for him, the hand that is used to holding a gun is the most stable, after a few tries, he can get started, but the sewing machine is not very good use.
The factory's sewing machine is an old-fashioned pedal sewing machine, which needs to be stepped on continuously to drive the gear to bring the thread to the needle. The difficulty lies in the fact that the hand has to control the direction of the fabric while stepping back and forth with the foot, which is very difficult.
In the laboratory, the researchers only infused him with the detailed structure and usage methods of cutting-edge weapons, and did not teach him how to use the production tools decades ago. However, Bai Chunian was good at research, so he sewed it up after a few fiddles. The layout of the clothes is simple, and each piece is made quickly.
Before Du Mo left, he quietly asked the guard to keep an eye on Bai Chunian. His original intention was not to let Bai Chunian engage in petty tricks, but the guards made a mistake, thinking that Bai Chunian was sent in because he offended a big shot, and was called out for special "care", so he gave Bai Chunian overtime, and the others After finishing thirty pieces in the afternoon, he can rest, and he has to finish sixty pieces.
When it was almost time to finish work, the guard went to check on Bai Chunian's workload. If he couldn't finish it, points would be deducted and he would be punished by sweeping the toilet and being confined. There must be a way to torment him.
Walking over to see, Bai Chunian's work place was almost buried by his clothes, the guard poked his head in, wow, this guy did a serious job, not only finished 60 pieces, but also stamped cute on the clothes Fish-shaped cross-stitch, with the useless fabric left over, I sewed a dress of the same style as Disney Cinderella. I have a copy of "Learning to Make Clothing Patterns in Three Minutes" with yellowed corners on hand, and I am learning now.
Bai Chunian was still enjoying it very much, and even started to estimate Rimbaud's measurements.
The guard originally wanted to find an excuse to deduct points and punish him for cleaning the toilet. Good guy, I would feel bad if I didn't give him a few days off his sentence.
In the evening, when work was over, another group of prisoners came to change shifts. An omega passed by Bai Chunian. Bai Chunian turned his head and saw his face clearly.
"It turns out that he is also in the light criminal prison area."
He has the number 324 hanging on his chest. He is a bit small, with a chameleon's curly tail trailing behind his baggy overalls. He lowers his head silently, as if he has locked himself in a small world, and no one outside Nothing can interrupt his daze.
The Wuxiang Stalker's eyes were entangled by the black static tape, Bai Chunian raised his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, making sure that he couldn't see anything, and after thinking about it, he understood the reason.
The innate ability of the Elephant Stalker is related to imitation. Even if he wears a suppressor, this innate ability will not disappear, so just in case, he cannot see anything.
But he is blindfolded, so it should be difficult to do the work, and he will be punished if he can't finish it. This rule will not give him extra favors just because he is blindfolded.
When Wuxiang Stalker passed by Bai Chunian's side, his body paused for a moment. He obviously noticed the familiar pheromone smell on Bai Chunian's body, and his fingertips froze.
Bai Chunian turned sideways slightly, and quickly and secretly said in the ear of Wuxiang Stalker:
"A few days ago, I met Major Xia of the PBB storm troop in Port M. I haven't seen him for a long time. Would you like to know something about the current situation?"
The Elephant Stalker slowly raised his head, reacting to his words, his eyes sealed with black tape formed a mist.