Chapter 162 There are always people who deserve to be transformed (asking for monthly tickets)
Bang, bang, bang——
The lights on the roof of the workshop also dimmed one by one until they were completely extinguished.
Chen Ya walked out of the workshop and handed over the basket in his hand. The prison guard who was in charge of sorting and recording made a check mark in the workbook.
"Chen Ya, ten pieces, oh no, nine pieces, one piece failed."
While taking notes, the prison guard picked up a piece of clothing with blood stains and crooked sewing marks from the basket and threw it out.
Chen Ya frowned slightly and followed his cellmates to line up and return to his own cell.
Cell 2104.
The lights went out at 11 o'clock, and several inmates crawled into bed and closed their eyes. For some reason, they felt particularly sleepy tonight, and fell into a deep sleep soon after crawling into bed.
In this silence, Chen Ya gently lifted the quilt and climbed out of bed silently.
With a slight flick of his little fingertip, thin needles shot out from the back of his fellow inmates' heads and flew lightly back to his palm along almost invisible silver threads.
In the narrow corridor, the lights were still on stubbornly, reflecting the mottled marks on the wall.
On the ceiling, fixed surveillance cameras are like sleepless guards, flashing red lights. They quietly monitor every inch of the corridor, with almost no blind spots.
Occasionally, one or two prison guards in uniform would patrol the corridor with heavy steps. From time to time, they would stop and cast scrutinizing glances into the cells through the iron windows.
"2122, what are you doing? Lie down and go to sleep!"
The prison guards' shouts could be heard from the corridor in the distance, and their voices echoed in the corridor.
"Four prison guards are divided into two shifts to take turns patrolling, with a break every 13 minutes."
Chen Ya muttered to himself, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the layout of the prison area appeared clearly in his mind.
"From No. 2104 to No. 2126, the straight-line distance is 71 meters. There are four surveillance cameras set up along the way. Their locations are respectively..."
Chen Ya's memory is excellent. The precise position and subtle angle of each camera are engraved in his mind, like a three-dimensional image vividly displayed in the depths of his consciousness.
After lurking patiently for a while, at a silent moment, Chen Ya's finger lightly touched the sensitive G-spot of the prison door's electric lock core, and the door opened with a slight click.
He stepped lightly into the corridor. A high-frequency beeping sound that was difficult for the human ear to distinguish filled the air around him, and the red lights of the camera probes flickered strangely at this moment, as if time was subtly distorted for a moment.
The distortion was so fast that the prison guard on duty in the monitoring room, who had just lowered his head to take a sip of water, was completely unaware: the moment he lowered his head, several small screens in the upper right corner flashed a flurry of snowflakes, and then quickly returned to normal, like a breeze blowing through the air, without even a ripple left.
At this delicate moment, someone happened to come to inspect the camera, and they could only find a tiny scratch as thin as a needle hole on the wire behind the camera.
However, if it was delayed for two minutes, the almost invisible needle hole would probably heal quietly under the action of the rubber of the wire, just like a wound healed by time, leaving no trace.
If the surveillance camera could speak, it might quip, "Needle prick? What a joke! How could I not know that I was pricked by a needle? It was just a normal contraction of the pores on my skin."
Cell 2126.
The low chattering that had originally huddled under the quilts suddenly stopped. In fact, they were mainly just listening to Yuan Dabiao bragging, and the other inmates cautiously echoed him.
However, at a certain moment, those cautious voices of agreement just now suddenly turned into snoring sounds of various tones in unison, like a snoring symphony.
"Let me tell you, when I, Yuan Dabiao, was still out there, it was with Brother Kun. Do you know who Brother Kun is?"
"Brother Kun used to be a well-known figure in the underworld. Later, he joined the Holy Light Pharmaceutical Company and was in charge of the security company under it."
"When I'm released from prison in two years, I'll go to Brother Kun and join the Holy Light Security..."
Yuan Dabiao's words were filled with infinite longing for the future. His voice gradually became louder as he was immersed in the fantasy of his own glorious future.
Then, his brows suddenly knitted together, his eyes widened, and he shouted angrily: "Why are you snoring? Ah, did I allow you to sleep? You guys..."
Before he finished speaking, Yuan Dabiao's mouth suddenly froze, and his expression changed from anger to horror.
He saw a face standing at the head of his bed, looking down at him without blinking, silently like a ghost.
Yuan Dabiao's heart suddenly stopped beating, and a cold chill ran up his spine like an electric current. His body shook involuntarily, as if grabbed by an invisible devil's claws, and he almost jumped off the bed.
"Be quiet and don't wake others up."
A deep voice reached his ears, it was unusually cold, like the north wind on a winter night, biting and merciless. He felt a hand gently pressing on his forehead, and his whole body seemed to have lost its strength and he lay back on the bed stiffly, unable to move.
"You don't have to get up, just lie down and talk." The voice continued.
Yuan Dabiao's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes were fixed on the speaker's face, the muscles on his face twitched unconsciously, and his voice was filled with surprise and fear that were difficult to conceal: "It's you?!"
Yuan Dabiao's neck could not move, only his eyeballs could move rapidly in his eye sockets. He tried to glance at the switch cell door with his peripheral vision and saw that the door was indeed tightly closed.
"You...you...how did you get in?" Yuan Dabiao's brain almost crashed.
Chen Ya frowned and didn't want to answer such a stupid question from Yuan Dabiao. He had already come in, so why did it matter how he got in?
He said to himself: "You shouldn't have disturbed me while I was working this morning. You ruined one of my ready-made garments. So, I can't finish the 10 garments you requested."
Chen Ya's tone was a little helpless, but not angry. Instead, he explained the logic to Yuan Dabiao in a serious and firm tone:
"So, I only completed nine items in the end, one item short. This shortfall is your responsibility, team leader. What do you think?"
Although Chen Ya's tone was calm and serious, and he carefully explained the reason word by word, Yuan Dabiao only felt his scalp tingling and an unprecedented fear surged in his heart.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that this slow and calm way of reasoning was actually more frightening and creepy than the ferocious and brutal way he showed to Old Man Li in the morning.
Yuan Dabiao swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, I was wrong, really wrong. You are right. It is all my responsibility."
Chen Ya frowned, not very satisfied with Yuan Dabiao's attitude of admitting his mistakes. He said, "You are afraid of me, don't be afraid, I won't force you to admit your mistakes. The truth is not to be used to bully the weak, but the more you argue, the clearer it becomes."
Yuan Dabiao opened his mouth into a hollow shape, and screamed in his heart: "Brother, but I am not afraid of reason, I am really afraid of you."
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Chen Ya continued to comfort him, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just came to explain things to you and clarify the responsibilities between us."
Yuan Dabiao's tongue seemed to tremble, and he tried to make his voice sound more serious and sincere:
"No, brother, I'm not saying this because I'm afraid of you. I really realized my mistake, and the responsibility lies with me. I shouldn't have assigned you such a heavy workload. It's all my fault."
Chen Ya frowned and interrupted: "You are wrong again!"
Yuan Dabiao's heart sank: "Ah?"
Chen Ya patiently explained: "Assigning me ten tasks is your job as the team leader. This is not your fault. Your mistake is just that you shouldn't destroy the fruits of my labor and disrupt my work efficiency."
Yuan Dabiao's eyes were dull. He felt that this was the same thing, wasn't it all bullying? He stammered and apologized: "Yes, yes, that's what I meant."
Chen Ya lowered his head and looked at Yuan Dabiao, which made the latter feel very nervous. Then he said with satisfaction: "It's good that you understand the truth."
Yuan Dabiao breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had floated from hell to heaven, and then he heard the reasonable voice continuing to come into his ears.
Chen Ya: "Since you have confirmed that it is your fault that my last piece of clothing was not finished, shouldn't you take responsibility and help me finish this job?"
Yuan Dabiao opened his mouth and observed Chen Ya's expression. He was thinking about whether he should answer yes or...no to this question. Chen Ya's face darkened slightly: "You are hesitating. It seems that you lied to me just now. You don't really realize your mistake."
Yuan Dabiao felt Chen Ya's sinister gaze that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, like a fine needle piercing his skin, causing goose bumps on his face. He hurriedly explained:
"No, no, I do understand that everything is my fault. I am just thinking about what I should do to make up for my responsibility and mistakes."
Chen Ya was suspicious: "Really?"
Yuan Dabiao said seriously: "Really!"
Chen Ya smiled: "Team Leader, you asked me to finish ten pieces of clothing today. Fortunately, there is still a little time left, which is enough for us to make up for each other's work omissions."
What else could Yuan Dabiao say? He could only respond with “hmm”.
Chen Ya's mouth widened into an exaggerated arc, and he said something that Yuan Dabiao could not quite understand: "My teammates have always told me that this world is full of hypocrisy and lies, and it is completely hopeless."
"I think they are too pessimistic. I believe that there are still many people in this world who can explain logical reasons clearly. This means that the world is not hopeless and there is still hope that it can be saved. We cannot completely give up on reforming them."
"You said so, right?"
Yuan Dabiao didn't understand at all, but he could see that Chen Ya's palm was open, revealing strands of needles and threads that were flashing with cold light.
He suddenly felt as if he was falling into an abyss. He was speechless and horrified: "You just said that you wouldn't hurt me?"
"That's right, I didn't hurt you when I was speaking reason."
Chen Ya answered very seriously, "But you, the team leader, also acknowledged that you are willing to take responsibility for your mistakes and make amends for your omissions. How can this be called harm? This is called self-redemption and transformation."
Yuan Dabiao had no way to refute, so he silently agreed.
Perhaps, at this moment, he finally had to agree that Captain Chen Ya's logic was impeccable, and he was willing to give the other party a full score for this argument? ! !
Yuan Dabiao stared at the face that was so close to him, his ferocious eyes that seemed about to pop out reflected a needle-like light and shadow. His throat stood up stubbornly, with a silver needle inserted straight into it.
(End of this chapter)
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