The beautiful morning lifts the veil of night.
The sky was pale as the sky above, and there was a thin mist.
Commons went out with dark circles under his eyes and arrived at the prison three hours earlier than usual.
Just because of a phone call from his nephew, he couldn't sleep well all night and couldn't help but think about all sorts of things.
Alia couldn't stand it until three in the morning, feeling that she was being verbally offended all the time.
Especially the one with the surname Zeng, he became more and more courageous. When he saw that I was about to leave, he insisted on seeing me off.
He said that the water in the quilt was too deep and he couldn't sleep properly without him. So he listened to his elder brother's advice and decided to go into his quilt and let him teach him how to sleep.
Damn Baldy is despicable, shameless and vulgar! Alia gave Lao Zeng a new label in her heart.
She really wanted to teach that baldy a lesson, but she was worried that no one would make the poison, so she could only grit her teeth and remember it silently.
And that Pete, who always takes advantage of me, is even more hateful than the old man.
Scum! Aaliyah also labeled Peter.
"I'm going back to sleep!" After giving the two of them a glorious back view, Alia hurried away.
She will take a day off tomorrow to catch up on some sleep.
Outside the laboratory, under the escort of the jailer, Commons rushed to the laboratory in two steps.
Suddenly, his eyes froze and were attracted by the young man sleeping on the bench outside the laboratory.
Fuck! Fuck!
Instead of rushing forward, he asked someone to wake up the sleeping young man.
In the middle of the night, Pete said he had a stomachache and wanted to go out.
Zeng Mishan knew in his heart that this guy must be hiding to try something new.
The aftereffect of the forbidden fruit was extreme fatigue, so I slept like a dead pig.
Fortunately, Lao Zeng understood him and took over the remaining refining tasks.
As the sky was getting light, Zeng Mishan had already made coffee for Commons. He strongly suggested building a compartmented laboratory.
Avoid the smell of drug refining from contaminating the coffee.
Holding a cup of hot coffee, Zeng Mishan was not sleepy at all. The laboratory gave him the illusion of home, and he had long been accustomed to this pattern.
Commons's duty uniform looked a little messy today, probably because he was in a hurry to go out and didn't have time to tidy it up.
"Give me your phone! You're already an adult, how come you still can't figure it out?"
This was the first sentence Pete heard when he woke up. If he hadn't been unable to breathe through his mouth and nose, he would have slept soundly.
In order to wake him up, the jailer covered his mouth with one hand and pinched his nose with the other, and this worked.
"Just don't bring it next time!"
He rubbed his eyes. Someone forced his phone to turn on while he was sleeping. Pete was still in a bad mood and didn't move to pick up the phone.
"You're still thinking about it next time? You're so rebellious. Today I'll teach you a lesson!" Commons cursed and began to untie his belt, as if he was really angry.
"Here, here, here, uncle, don't hit me, don't hit me, I was wrong!" It seems that the action of being whipped with a belt has become a fear in Pete's bones.
Taking out his cell phone from his back pocket, Pete broke down his defense and handed over the phone as quickly as possible.
"Hold him down, I'm going to beat him to death, this guy who never learns his lesson!" At the warden's instruction, two jailers rushed forward and pinned Pete to the ground.
Commons was also busy, and immediately checked the call and text message records, worried that Zeng Mishan had used the phone while his nephew was asleep.
If the other party really used it, he would kill Zeng with his own hands.
The two jailers were strong and sturdy. Before they even got close, they heard Pete yelling and cursing: "Shit, get out of here, all of you! Don't come over here."
After cursing, Pete turned around and was about to take refuge in the laboratory, but the jailer was faster than him. He pounced on Pete, who had a disabled leg, and pinned him down.
"Fuck! Let me go! I'm not that stupid! I won't let anyone know that I brought a cell phone in..."
"Take off his pants!" Before his nephew could finish his words, Commons swung his belt.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me. I'm still refining poison. If you hurt me, I won't do it anymore. Ouch, ouch, help me..."
Snap! Snap! The warden was not polite at all.
Screams rang out, and Pete only hated his uncle for being so cruel. The piercing pain made him unbearable.
"Uncle, stop hitting me! Fuck! I won't stand it if you hit me again. Ouch, stop hitting me, stop hitting me, hit me on the right side..."
Under severe punishment, there will inevitably be cowards! Of course, Pete knows that cell phones are not allowed in prison, but in today's society, can we survive without them? Will we still have the motivation to work?
Thinking about his identity, he just needed to stay undetected. However, Lao Zeng's appearance made him so excited that he forgot about it.
"I told you not to listen! I told you to bring your phone! I told you to make phone calls in the middle of the night! I told you to be stubborn! I told you to be stubborn!"
Commons punches hard and does not accept any pleas for mercy. Everyone in prison is a tough guy. If begging for mercy were effective, the prison would have been closed long ago.
Aaaaaa! After ten lashes, Pete cried loudly, and ten very conspicuous punishment marks were left on his buttocks.
With a creak... the door of the laboratory suddenly opened, and Zeng Mishan took off his lab coat and walked out. He was attracted by the screams and thought something happened to Pete, but he didn't expect that he was beaten.
Looking at Pete's buttocks covered with wounds, I couldn't help but pray for him.
The strange thing is that as soon as Zeng Mishan came out, Pete stopped shouting, as if his dignity would not allow him to lose face in front of outsiders.
Zeng Mishan found this scene very funny.
"Is there something wrong, Mr. Zeng?" After taking back the belt, Commons looked a little gloomy.
He didn't like to be seen as merciful. If the person lying on the ground was a prisoner, he would have handed him over to Deputy Denver.
"There are not many materials left for making poison. We can only hold out for one night." Zeng Mishan said truthfully.
What? Commons frowned, looking confused. He thought to himself, I prepared the materials for you for a week. Are they all wasted?
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