The car drove for more than an hour.
Zhang Chi stood at the far corner of the "car frame" in the back row, holding the edge of the metal fence with his palms, quietly thinking about everything that had happened before.
She woke up from the plane a prisoner.
This island was used for prisoners.
The Silver Republic and the Austrian Empire... This island does not belong to any territory of the previous world. She had never heard of it.
The currency used for transactions is called the original currency. The inflation rate is not high, and a 50,000 yuan robot is already worth one person's life.
The level of technological development in this world seems to be quite high.
Serum is contraband. Selling serum is a felony.
The company... seems to have a more specific reference.
Those armed policemen just now - except for their heads, their body parts were wrapped in a light metal of an unspecified material, and they held assault rifles in their hands. They were well-trained, and their height and body shape were far beyond ordinary people.
"Clang"——
The car body shook violently.
Everyone in the car was pushed aside.
"Clang"——
The car body shook again, and everyone was pushed to the other side.
Zhang Chi clutched the metal fence tightly.
The car was not running smoothly.
"Kangdang" "Kangdang" "Kangdang"——
The shaking did not stop, but gradually slowed down, and a small creaking sound came from my ears - like walking on a road paved with gravel.
"Clang!"——
"Boom!——"
A huge roadblock.
Almost all the people in the car were thrown away from the air.
There was a commotion in the car, and Zhang Chi squeezed into the corner, holding the two metal plates on the edge with his hands.
Suddenly, my palms felt hot. The heat increased until it was as hot as a soldering iron. She "rubbed" her palm away.
"Clang"——
"Bang"——
Her hands lost support, and her whole body felt like a piece of rusk, which was "rushed" from behind by the thick metal plate and almost bounced away inside.
She quickly squatted down, resisting the nauseating feeling of being hit in her internal organs, and spread her arms against the metal plate to maintain balance.
Finally, the car passed the obstacle course and returned to a constant speed.
Zhang Chi stood up slowly. Because she had a black bag on her head, she couldn't see anything clearly. She climbed onto the metal plate and carefully touched the place where she had put it before.
She felt a bump.
Then came another dent.
Rugged, in the shape of a human finger.
The extremely hard metal plate was like a piece of soft ink pad, which was inadvertently pressed by a palm falling from the sky, creating a crooked mold.
Zhang Chi's heart trembled.
***
After getting off the car, everyone lined up in the same queue as before, and the guards took off everyone's hoods one by one.
What comes into view is a huge gray building.
Five stories high, cylindrical, hollowed out in the middle, it was the center where they stood. The layout of each floor is almost the same, with lead-grey doors, one after another, separated by metal walls, densely packed with house numbers written on them, 101, 102, 103...
Level after level, spiraling upward.
Rising to the top, there is a glass panel in the middle with a very high light transmittance, clearly illuminating the middle section of the prison.
Moisture spreads under the feet, the sun warms above the head, and each criminal's face is so clear that even the pores can be seen.
Turn around and see the entrance door behind you.
Three huge black characters were engraved on the top of the door - "Reform Camp".
There are also slogans on the door, the left side - "Labor is glorious, laziness is shameful", the right side - "Change your mind and start a new life."
Hengpi - "Good people have a safe life."
"The number of people expected to arrive: 100, the number of people actually present: 99..."
Mechanical sounds came from a sound amplifier hanging on the third floor.
The guards unchained everyone.
No one moved.
Probably because of the five heavy machine guns set up on each floor.
The dark muzzle of the gun was like a patrol probe, moving slowly from left to right, surrounding all the prisoners.
"Okay, let's go in and take pictures."
A guard stood out at the front, stretched out his baton and pointed to a door in the left corner of the first floor.
Everyone went in one by one to take photos, came out, and gathered...
Everyone who took the photo had a circular stamp stamped on the back of their hand, either blue or green. People with blue stamps stood in one line, and people with green stamps stood in another row. The team was quickly broken up.
The most people get green stamps, about twice as many as blue stamps.
A quarter of an hour passed and before the photo was taken, sparse footsteps suddenly sounded in the prison, approaching from far away.
Soon, the footsteps became more and more dense and fine, and in the end it was no longer clear. Zhang Chi raised his head and saw that in the center of the prison where they were standing, the door they faced slowly opened, and the sound of black and white sounds was heard. Prisoners wearing uniforms filed in.
"Shh-"
Someone whistled.
More and more prisoners came in, looking at the newcomers standing in the prison hall and pointing. Guards came forward with batons to maintain order and urged prisoners who came in from outside the door to return to their rooms.
The prisoners went up the stairs and stayed on their respective floors. A small number of them entered the room, and more of them lay on the edge of the fence, stretched out their heads, and reached into the middle with malicious intentions.
For a moment, Zhang Chi felt like a monkey in the zoo.
She could feel many eyes on her, whispers. Similarly, Zhou Ke's situation is not good either.
His emotions were too outgoing, his body movements were too obvious, he shrank his head, and carefully looked back at all the people upstairs who were looking at him.
So a criminal deliberately put his hand into his trouser pocket towards him. Zhou Ke's eyes widened. The man laughed loudly and hunched his waist as hard as a motor. Zhou Ke was so frightened that his blood drained away.
Soon it was Zhang Chi's turn to go in and take pictures.
The guard was sitting opposite, with a computer, a camera, and a few flashing lights in front of him - there were probably some electronic devices connected to the back, but I couldn't tell what the purpose was for the time being.
A mechanical sound came from somewhere——
"Wei Yi. Recognition successful."
The guard scanned the computer screen casually, his right hand already pressed on the green seal head. Suddenly he didn't know what he saw. His face changed. He raised his head, looked at Zhang Chi, then looked at the computer monitor, looked at Zhang Chi, and then Look at the computer monitor -
Finally, he opened the chest of drawers on the right and took out a triangular metal piece from it. Then he stood up and placed the metal piece in a groove similar to the shape of the metal piece in front of the standing cabinet on the right side of the room. The cabinet door Opening it, the guard took out a set of red seals.
I don’t know what kind of material the seal is made of. It feels slightly warm and tingling when it is applied to the back of my hand. There was no water stain at all and it dried quickly. When he went out, Zhang Chi quietly tried to pick it, but it became hard and would not fall off.
When she came out, the air suddenly became quiet.
This time, all the prisoners on the fence turned their attention to her.
To be precise, the red seal on the back of her hand.
***
After stamping, everyone was taken to the warehouse to receive new prison uniforms.
The next step was to assign rooms. Back in the lobby, the prison guard gave each prisoner a piece of paper with the room number written on it. Some room numbers had two, and some had only one.
After handing out the slips of paper, the prison guard said, "Do you have any more questions?"
Someone raised their hand.
The prison guard looked impatient: "Tell me."
The man pointed to another man standing next to him and raised the piece of paper in his hand: "Why is he in a single room?"
The prison guard walked over, looked at the piece of paper in his hand, and then looked at the other person's piece of paper.
The prison guard said: "You all have double rooms."
The man said, "No. He doesn't have the same piece of paper."
The prison guard said, "It's just that there are none among you."
"What's the meaning?"
The prison guard did not answer. He stretched out his left hand with a metal watch on his wrist. He seemed to be in a hurry. After reading the watch, he immediately told everyone to go back to the room and wait, and then hurriedly ran to the door of the prison hall through which the prisoners had just entered.
The middle of the prison is connected, the left door is smaller, which is the door they first entered, and the right door is large, probably the door leading to the interior of the prison.
The door opened, and Zhang Chi noticed that he had picked up the communicator - it should be internal communication, ear-hung. There are two stairs to go upstairs, one on the left and one on the right. Zhang Chi deliberately went to the stairs of the door on the right and followed Behind him, I heard him answering intermittently——
"yes……"
"Not yet...I'll send someone to deal with it right away..."
"When will the warden..."
"……Know……"
He turned off the communicator, Zhang Chi turned sideways and walked up the stairs, when someone suddenly pulled her sleeve. She turned around and found it was Zhou Ke.
"What room number are you in?" Zhou Ke held up the piece of paper, "I'm on the third floor. 309."
Zhang Chi lowered his head and glanced at the piece of paper in his hand: "506."
Zhou Ke said: "Do you know why your seal is red?"
Zhang Chi: "I don't know. Do you know?"
Zhou Ke said: "I don't know either."
When walking up to the second floor, Zhang Chi asked: "Are you the only piece of paper?"
Zhou Ke said: "It should be so. Anyway, I haven't seen anyone else get the same room number as me."
Zhou Ke asked again: "What about you? Are you the same?"
Zhang Chi nodded.
Zhou Ke said: "When you entered the place where the photos were taken just now, what did he say to you?"
Zhang Chi: "I didn't say anything."
Zhou Ke: "How could it be? Didn't he read your sentence?"
Zhang Chi: "Prison term?"
Zhou Ke: "I am 80 years old. I just meet the requirements to enter the island. He also asked me to reform. He said that I am from the same hometown..."
Zhou Ke rambled on, but before he finished speaking, he had already reached the stairs on the third floor. He turned around and walked towards the platform on the third floor, and unexpectedly found Zhang Chi following him.
"Aren't you on the fifth floor?"
Zhang Chi: "I'm curious, let's take a look at your room."
Zhou Ke: "..."
309 was in the center of the third floor. It didn't take long to arrive. Zhou Ke opened the door and found that someone was already sitting inside. He was a strong man, about 1.9 meters tall, and the room was about 10 square meters. There was a table, a washbasin, and a bunk bed. The man sat on the bed, holding a newspaper in his hand, and looked at Zhou Ke expressionlessly. Watch.
Then, his eyes moved to Zhang Chi, and then to the red seal on the back of her hand. He paused for a few seconds, looked away, and then read the newspaper.
The newspaper has turned yellow, and I don’t know what year or month it is.
Zhou Ke came up to him and said, "Hello."
He raised his head and looked at Zhou Ke with an expression that looked like an idiot.
Zhou Ke: "..."
Zhang Chi walked around inside for a while, roughly memorizing the layout of the room, and then he was about to leave. Zhou Ke looked at the slowly closing door, then looked at his "inmate", and suddenly a thought spread in his heart. Unable to escape his fear, he rushed out and grabbed Zhang Chi.
"I-I'm going to visit your room too."
