Chapter 5 Prison Lesson One
To my surprise, he did not immediately scold me for deceiving him. Instead, he looked businesslike and took out a lot of documents for me to sign.
The documents belong to Qian's company, mainly documents such as local company permission transfer. After all, I am only in name now.
After signing, Lawyer Ruan said: "The old man from the Qian family asked me to send a message to you. It is impossible to open the company's account to you. You can just sign the relevant company documents. Your personal account has been unfrozen and you can use it at will."
This is a bit unexpected, but it is also reasonable. It shows that my character in the heart of Mr. Qian has not collapsed, at least he has not added insult to injury. Because the private account is my personal property after all.
Yesterday I was still worried about what to do if I was penniless? But when I got this news today, I was half happy and half sad.
Having money has certainly solved my current problem of tight financial resources, but at the moment, Lawyer Ruan’s conversations with me are being monitored. Knowing that I have money, the police still don’t want to squeeze me dry in a tailor-made way.
Alas, nothing comes easy, just take it one step at a time.
After the things that needed to be done were done, Lawyer Ruan looked at me intently, with something strange in his eyes.
"What else?" I asked.
"Don't you know it yourself?" Lawyer Ruan asked.
Of course I know that I have deceived him, and it is normal for me to raise an army to hold him accountable.
Of course I pretended to be stupid: "I don't know, please explain clearly."
"You——, I took note of it." It is true that it is not convenient to speak here, and Lawyer Ruan knows very well.
"We will meet more often in the future. How can you forget about me?" I said.
Lawyer Ruan left bitterly.
After seeing off Lawyer Ruan, the police came. I expected it. The Lord who comes to drain my money.
I can only bleed with distress.
Because I was framed, I had no outside help. The only one I could rely on was the police.
Conviction is inevitable, but the police are important factors in how to provide evidence and how to prosecute.
If there is one, there must be another. The police come one after another, and I can only send them away one after another. They all say the same thing, like a repeater. In addition to themselves, their forwards also need to take care of the first and second players.
Unfortunately, the money in my bank account is less than half, which I saved by pretending to be poor.
Fortunately, I had money to help me. While I was in jail awaiting trial, I didn't suffer much. I ate and drank so well that the prisoner was jealous. I am eating with my own money, why are you so jealous?
With these measures in place, trial and conviction are just a matter of process. I was sentenced to manslaughter and sentenced to ten years in prison.
I'm finally leaving here and being transferred to a local prison.
When you go to jail, you will inevitably have to deal with it, so just act according to the circumstances.
The process of entering the prison is very simple. Take off all your clothes, wash them with a high-pressure water tap, and then sprinkle some disinfectant powder. It is similar to the plot in the movie.
Of course, my belongings were taken away and will be returned when I am released from prison. I didn’t have any personal belongings. I was snatched from the bed wearing only my underwear.
Fortunately, the tip bag was originally hidden in my underwear. Now this object no longer exists in the world, otherwise...
While rinsing with the high-pressure faucet, someone looked at me a few times. Am I handsome?
of course not.
I consider myself very handsome, and my skin is naturally white and tender, which makes me a good pick-up bag. The only drawback is that my chest is full of various scars. It is limited to my chest. My back is white, flawless and slippery. .
As a man, there are some scars on the body, which I personally think are sexy. Don't worry, I don't have any scars on my face. There are indeed scars in my hair. I don't have a crew cut. My handsome hairstyle covers these scars.
It was a shameful thing, but it was also part of the process. My anus was carefully looked at and looked at, and they even poked me deeply with a ruler-long stick.
It really hurt, but it didn't feel as bad as I thought it would. It’s impossible to describe without further explanation.
At that moment, my thoughts started to wander. Is this necessary for all human beings to be imprisoned...
I scolded myself for being dirty. I am a decent person, how could I have such thoughts.
Each person was given a set of prison clothes and necessary personal hygiene supplies. I entered my cell, which was a big room that could accommodate more than ten people.
As soon as I walked in, I felt everyone was unfriendly. Even though I said hello to everyone, their malicious attitude still didn't change.
"Where do I sleep?" I asked cautiously.
No one answered me, and I actually felt murderous intent in their malicious eyes.
Everything happened without any warning. Everyone attacked me at the same time. I had no way to escape in a cell of more than ten square meters and had no choice but to be beaten. I could only hold my head tightly and dodge desperately while shouting for help.
is that useful? I don’t know, there was no response, there was only the dull sound of my skin receiving the blows. Pity the back figure that I have been proud of all my life. It broke its defense today and added a lot of scars. My delicate skin, I My body aches and my heart aches even more.
Is this necessary? This is the rhythm that beats me to death. "Help -" I could only scream wildly.
Maybe God had a vision, the police opened the cell door and everything stopped.
My back was scarred and my head was bruised and bloody. Fortunately, my face was well protected and not broken, so I was still handsome.
The policeman who entered the cell was the deputy warden who looked at me a few times during the flushing.
Someone was causing trouble and everyone was taken to the warden's office.
The warden was eating hot pot leisurely in his office. It seemed that food has no borders. Southeast Asia is very hot, but he couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food.
"Who is causing trouble?" The warden asked slightly unclearly as a piece of fat beef was cut into the mouth, which might have been a little burnt.
No one answered. "You answer 567." From now on, I have no name, only the prison number 567. I quickly replied: "No one is making trouble."
The warden was obviously not satisfied with my answer and continued to ask: "What is the reason for your physical injuries?"
"I just entered the door and the floor slipped and I accidentally fell." I answered.
At this time, the deputy warden stepped forward and whispered in the warden's ear: "567 just called for help."
The warden did not answer the deputy warden's soft whisper, but continued to ask: "You know, I will only ask once."
All the dozen or so prisoners replied in unison: "He fell down accidentally."
"Very good, come here." The warden ordered.
The prisoner named 123 has a sinewy face and well-developed muscles. He is obviously the leader of this group of prisoners.
He came to the warden's desk and stopped.
The warden said kindly: "Sit down and eat hot pot with me."
Prisoner 123 had never been treated like this before. He sat down slightly nervously, but he did not dare to share the hot pot with the warden.
"How many times do you want me to tell you to eat hot pot?" the warden said.
123 is also speechless. How can we eat hot pot without chopsticks? He asked cautiously: "How to eat?"
"I need to teach you this too." As soon as he said it, the warden picked up a hot hot pot ingredient with his chopsticks and stuffed it into 123's mouth as fast as lightning.
123's face was grim, the food was very hot, but his mouth was bleeding because the warden had struck hard just now, using the chopsticks as a weapon and breaking one of his front teeth.
123 Dare you spit on your broken front teeth? He didn't dare to swallow it along with the blood and hot food. He was afraid that his esophagus would also be blistered, and only he knew that. His expressionless face at this time shows that he is a ruthless person
The warden once again faced the prisoners present and asked, "What are the rules here?"
"Obey!" all the prisoners replied in unison.
"What else but obedience?" the warden asked again. "Besides obedience, there is still obedience." the prisoners replied.
"Very good, 567, come here and eat hot pot with me."
