Chapter 211: What a great prison!
The lights in the prison are always bright and clear, illuminating every corner, as if this is the brightest place in the world, the lights will never go out, and there will never be soil for darkness to take root.
Heart-wrenching screams were heard from the corridor from time to time. The sound was even more miserable than yesterday, which made Feng Mu feel very uncomfortable.
"Can you hand over the money tomorrow? I'll give you one last chance. Please organize your sentences and answer me again."
"No money, you should know what it means to be penniless in the Second Prison, right?"
The crackling electric batons were swung heavily, like the dice of fate, landing randomly on the head of each prisoner.
Bones were broken, blood was splattered, and the strong smell of blood filled the entire prison, turning it into a slaughterhouse.
Some of the livestock were severely injured and wailing on the ground, while others were beaten to death and their bodies were taken away and burned.
Others knelt on the ground, begging for mercy as their skin was severely scraped off, leaving them emaciated and miserable, a life worse than death.
In just one day, no one knew how many electric batons were broken in the prison. There were even two unlucky prison guards whose palms and half of their arms were shattered when their electric batons exploded.
This change reduced the screams in the corridor and the frequency of prison guards wielding electric batons decreased significantly, giving many prisoners a chance to breathe.
At noon that day, the prison logistics and security department received many applications for replacing electric batons.
Feng Mu patrolled the corridor and looked at the prison guard who was carried out on a stretcher with a broken arm and screaming in pain. He forced a look of compassion on his face and gave him a sympathetic look.
Wang Cong walked out of the captain's office and slowly paced behind Feng Mu. He watched the stretcher leave with a serious look, and subconsciously clenched the electric baton in his hand.
"You're back. Did the talk with the warden go well?" Feng Mu asked in a gentle voice.
Wang Cong imitated Feng Mu and forced a sincere smile on his face: "Well, it went well!"
The two men smiled at each other. In this blood-filled corridor, they were like two "fellow travelers" who had escaped the mud and remained untainted. They exuded a pure and clean atmosphere that was very different from this prison.
"Feng Mu?"
"Well, what's wrong?"
"Thank you. It was you who helped me find the light in the Second Prison."
"You're welcome, let's help each other."
The two men nodded as if they sympathized with each other, avoiding each other's gaze, and then looked around at the corpses being dragged out of the cells, their eyes flashing with a depth and coldness that the other had not seen.
"That's great! Why have I never realized how beautiful this prison is before? But it doesn't matter. One day, I will be the one who makes this prison a better place." Wang Cong murmured in his heart.
"That's great. There is tempting fragrance everywhere. Once the transformation is completed, I can put it on the table and eat it all bit by bit." Feng Mu's heart was full of longing.
"Please cover my shift for me. I'll go back to my room to get the computer and handle the money in the account." Wang Cong's voice became confident and assured when he spoke to Feng Mu.
There seemed to be a faint red line in Feng Mu's dark pupils. He glanced at the electric baton on Wang Cong's waist and replied with a smile: "Of course."
Wang Cong turned around and went back to the duty room, and quietly locked the door after entering.
He is the one who works the most night shifts in Ward A, and is also the person who is most familiar with this duty room.
With almost no effort, Wang Cong found two thermos bottles in the neatly arranged lockers.
They lay quietly in the corner of the cabinet, one emitting faint heat, while the other was cold to the touch.
He carefully took out the two thermos buckets one by one and gently unscrewed their lids. One thermos bucket was empty and clean, while the other was full and the aroma of food filled the air.
Wang Cong just took a light sniff, and the fragrance passed through his senses like an electric current, stirring up a restlessness deep in his body, and his tongue involuntarily secreted saliva.
"This rice smells so good. It must have precious herbs or condiments in it. It must be expensive."
Wang Cong gently rubbed his dry eyes, and an inexplicable irritation spread in his heart. He tightened the lid of the lunch box with force, and then stuffed it back into the cabinet intact.
He walked to the table, sat down tiredly, and stared blankly at the string of numbers in the bank account on the computer screen.
After a while, Wang Cong took a deep breath and dialed a familiar number. Soon, an old woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, Mom, I'm fine, just a little tired." Wang Cong tried his best to make his voice sound calm, but the irritability in his heart kept spreading.
After a brief greeting, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to have noticed something and asked, "Son, what happened?"
Wang Cong was silent for a moment, then asked, "Mom, how much money do we have at home now?"
An old woman's voice came from the other end of the phone: "I spent a lot of our family savings to help you get a job in the prison through connections at the end of last year. Your father is now lying in the hospital and has been unconscious. The monthly medical expenses are like a bottomless pit. There is not much money left in the family."
The voice paused for a moment, then continued: "What's the matter, does the prison need money?"
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Wang Cong was silent for a while, then said, "The prison has changed its leadership and policies. Now there is a good opportunity. I may be able to climb up, but it may cost a lot of money."
The mother on the other end of the phone didn't ask too many questions, but just said hoarsely: "Okay, it's good to have a chance. Don't worry, I will go to the bank later to withdraw all the money in our family and send it to you."
Wang Cong's throat was a little dry, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Then my dad..."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for half a minute. Only heavy breathing could be heard. Then the voice returned to calmness and said in a casual tone: "Pull out the tube."
Wang Cong opened his mouth and his heart felt like it had been hit hard.
The voice on the other end of the phone continued:
"We don't have that much money to keep your father alive. This is our family's life, and your father's life. It's okay, son. If your father is still conscious, he knows that if he pulls out the tube, he can get you a chance to climb up. If he is conscious, he will have to climb up and pull out the tube himself."
As if to reassure her son, the man on the other end of the line added, "Besides, your father is only an E-class citizen, and the remaining hospital time he has accumulated over the years is almost used up. It's better to remove the tooth earlier so that the nurse won't have to rush him."
Wang Cong's heart felt blocked and his throat was dry. He felt as if he had lost his voice and couldn't utter a single word.
The mother's voice sounded again, old and hoarse: "It's okay, son. Your father won't blame you, and mom won't blame you either. It's because your parents are incompetent. After a lifetime of hustling, in the end, they are just low-level citizens. They can't help you with anything, but your parents will never hold you back."
"Son, just climb up without worrying about anything. As long as you can change your own destiny, Mom will be happy, and your dad will rest in peace even if he dies."
Wang Cong clenched the phone tightly with his five fingers, his eyes were red and tears flowed silently, as if they were bleeding.
The voice on the other end of the phone smiled calmly and said, "Okay, I won't say any more. Mom will go to the hospital to take one last look at your dad. You work hard in prison. If you don't have enough money, tell me. I will sell everything I have, including the house, to get the money for you."
Wang Cong gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, and suppressed his voice: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely make a name for myself in prison, and I will definitely climb to the top step by step. When the time comes, I will apply for the qualification and buy the most expensive plot for my dad in the cemetery."
She laughed hoarsely and said with relief, "Okay, my son has been the most filial since he was young. Mom believes in you. I'm waiting for that day when you bury me and your dad together. Just thinking about it makes me happy."
(End of this chapter)
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