"Alia, you think too much of me. Zeng is not that kind of person." Zeng Mishan looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, and said calmly.
I was angry in my heart: Damn surveillance, why are you here!
If the warden finds out about this live broadcast, he will definitely not let me go.
I am patient, but a little impatience will ruin a big plan.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Zeng wants to abandon the method of teaching in a simple and profound way.
Alia rolled her eyes and said unconvincedly: "Mr. Zeng, I suspect you are not a man."
Zeng Mishan felt insulted and was very angry since someone questioned his sexual orientation.
I'm not angry! I'm not angry!
Let her develop first, and then I'll fuck her to death later. Zeng Mishan tried to comfort himself.
"Alia, I'm really in a bad mood today. How about letting me call home?" Zeng Mishan took the opportunity to make a request.
You are dreaming! Alia raised her eyebrows: "Mr. Zeng, are you kidding me? Will you give it to me or not?" Alia was like an enraged lioness.
Zeng Mishan, with a bitter face, had no choice but to take out paper and pen, and wrote a few hundred words in traditional Chinese characters.
It was written so sloppily that it looked like a prescription written by an old Chinese doctor, and it even had abbreviations. Zeng Mishan thought: Except for my son, no one else would be able to understand it.
Sure enough, Alia's Carslan glared at her and said angrily:
"Mr. Zeng, you are really teasing me. I will remember what happened today."
After saying that, he snatched back the cigarettes and the note on the table.
With a clang, the iron door closed, and Alia walked away lightly under the escort of the prison guards.
Hey, hey, hey, are you leaving now?
I thought I could bargain, but the blonde girl didn't give me any chance at all.
Well, I hope I didn’t offend her.
…
Without Alia to get in the way, Zeng Mishan returned to the bathroom and washed up exhausted.
Lying on the fairly comfortable big bed, my nerves, which had been tense for three days, finally relaxed a little.
Before he could fall asleep, the phone suddenly rang for some reason. Zeng Mishan immediately glanced at the clock on the wall.
It’s 12:20 noon, it’s time for lunch.
"Let's go eat and take a look at the situation here." Zeng Mishan said with extreme caution and an impatient look on his face.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The alarm lights flashed for a few seconds.
The closed iron door opened automatically as if it had some kind of induction.
After changing into new prison uniform, Zeng Mishan took a deep breath and stepped out. This was his first formal meal in prison.
"Go faster, go faster!"
At the end of the corridor, batons were banging on the iron gate, and the supervising prison guards were urging everyone on.
What surprised Zeng Mishan was that his solitary cell was far away from other prisoners and required crossing two corridors.
There is a temporary gate in the middle of each corridor, which requires permission to open.
Zeng Mishan was hit on the buttocks. Seeing him looking around, the jailer gave him a warning.
He glanced at the cell he was in. The wall was marked with Room 111, Block B.
He asked the jailer and learned that only the three-digit connected rooms in Cell No. 79 were luxuriously decorated cells.
Click! Click! The gates opened, and Zeng Mishan passed through two gates in succession, bursts of tiny noises coming towards him.
He came to the cell where prisoners from Block B were held. It seemed so empty.
The cells here are opposite each other on the left and right. Each cell is about 30 square meters and has a bed, desk, private bathroom and wardrobe.
The decoration is moderate and you can move in right away.
The room numbers are B011, B012, B013...all the way to B019.
In other words, there are currently nine people detained in Area B.
At this time, a group of prisoners wearing yellow vests appeared in front of Zeng Mishan, lined up with their backs to him.
There were nine people in total, with different skin colors.
The yellow vests mean they are all serious criminals.
Noticing the unusual noise behind them, the nine people turned around at the same time and were stunned for a moment.
"Go!"
Finally, the prison guards couldn't stand it anymore and demonstrated with batons.
Hey, a new serious criminal? How come we didn't know? The nine of them exchanged glances, their thoughts tacitly understood, and each began to mutter.
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