Friday.
Heavy rain, humidity 78%, real-time temperature 22°C, air pressure 1093hPa, air quality: medium, UV intensity: medium.
The weather forecast scrolled back and forth on the big screen in the cafeteria.
Rain and strong winds greatly affect farmland and mine operations, with accumulation of rain, collapses, and landslides, all of which are dangerous. There is no option to ask for leave here, no matter what the weather, come to work on time and leave on time.
After the real-time weather is displayed, there is a forecast for each hour of the day. After 12 o'clock, the rain is expected to gradually decrease.
There was a long queue at the door of the weaving workshop.
Very long queue.
The end is as far as the eye can see.
Each work location has an upper limit on the number of people who can clock in. Once the upper limit is reached, the clock in machine stops working.
Those who did not enter could only choose other work locations.
But the last working time at each work location is 8 o'clock.
If you do not arrive at the next work place before 8 o'clock, you will be missing one hour of work points - whether you are 1 minute late or 59 minutes late, it will be counted as one hour.
Many people didn't even eat breakfast.
It's only 7 o'clock now, and many prisoners have already entered the weaving workshop one after another.
People at the back of the queue don’t know how many prisoners have entered before. Even if they know the upper limit of the number of people punching in, they can’t accurately estimate whether they are in a safe area.
The atmosphere became anxious.
Many people were restless and there was shouting in the ranks.
Someone got into a fight.
It seems to be because of queue jumping.
We will arrive in Zhangchi soon.
There are 10 more people.
9……
8……
7……
Five people came from the direction of the canteen at this time. They did not go around to the back of the team, but walked straight to the front of the team without deviation.
Jump in line.
The first person in line didn't say anything, but the third person in line began to come forward and reason - as long as they are at the front, everyone's position will be delayed by five. No one knows when the time clock will stop working. No one wants to go to mines or farmland - especially mines. People with different blood can only choose mines, which are much more dangerous than farmland.
They fought, to be precise, a one-sided beating.
The sound of discussion came to my ears.
"He's a judge..."
"They've always been like this..."
"Idiot, how dare you mess with them."
"...He's a newcomer..."
"He's finished. Wait until you see his body on Sunday."
Then came the gloating laughter.
The third person in line was dragged out of the team. He was a green badge - he was not killed, but his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Now he can't even keep the third position - Zhang Chi turned to look at him and found that he looked a little familiar. I think I saw it last time when I was working in the mine. But she couldn't remember exactly what number it was.
Five people joined the queue and clocked in one by one. Two minutes passed and it was finally the turn of the person who was first in line. He stretched out his bracelet and swiped the clock on the clock machine embedded on the right side of the door——
drop. Passed.
Scan the sign – Passed.
Then it was the turn of the one behind him.
drop. Passed.
Scan the sign – Passed.
To the third——
He stretched out his bracelet, and almost everyone in front of him stared at his movements. This time, no matter how he swiped, the clock-in machine made no sound. His face lost all color in an instant. The broadcaster connected to the clock card machine made a sound at this time——
"Please note: the maximum number of people has been reached."
"Please note: the maximum number of people has been reached."
"Please note: the maximum number of people has been reached."
After three announcements, the green light on the punch card machine went out.
The team was silent for a second. Then suddenly scattered.
Zhang Chi stood in the middle, surrounded by people going against the current. She looked at the time card machine and silently counted a few——
Depend on.
She could have gone in.
*
There are overgrown weeds outside the mine, and the rainwater slowly flows out carrying the gravel. The large iron gate at the entrance is blown by the wind, and the soil from the top of the mountain rustles down, smashes into the pits, and dissolves into turbidity. It's winding and winding inside, and it's bottomless.
On a rainy day, the leaden sky is as heavy as a thick quilt, strangling people's necks. The more they move, the more breathless they become.
Working deep in a mine is very dangerous.
There are no road signs or accurate reference objects here. It is said that in the deepest cave, there are underground rivers and some dangerous aquatic creatures - this was repeatedly emphasized in class. Each prisoner should try to gather in a branch road that is crowded and slightly closer to the exit - this way there is no chance of laziness, but it is relatively safer.
When there are more people, there will be more people chatting.
After chatting for a while, someone asked——
"Who is the justice?"
Many of the people gathered in the cave were unlucky people who had not entered the weaving workshop in the morning, and there were many newcomers - they didn't even realize that they had to go to the weaving workshop in advance to check in on a rainy day.
At this moment, the person next to him who was speaking also stopped.
The noisy background sound was paused for an instant, and the "tick-tock" "tick-tock" sound of water in the cave suddenly became clear. The person who asked the question thought he had said something wrong, and thought of the green seal that was beaten in the morning, and his whole body Shuddering, he immediately lowered his head and pretended that nothing happened.
Everyone gradually withdrew their gaze. At this moment, someone said: "The justice is not a person."
Everyone looked up at him.
The headlights on each person's head focused instantly, just like a star coming on stage, illuminating him and attracting everyone's attention.
His face was not photographed, but the label on his body was very clear.
012.
"Fuck." 012 covered his eyes, "Hurry up and turn off the lights!"
Bang - everyone turned off their headlights.
It was pitch black in the mine. Only the light on 012's head is left, which is like a flashlight. Weak and stubborn.
"Fuck..." 012 said again, "Turn on a few more lights."
After adjusting for a while, the lights were finally in place. Because of this movement, the prisoners who had been working farther away also gathered around.
Including Zhang Chi.
"Are you from Sanjin City?" 012 asked. No one in the crowd responded. 012 nodded, "That's no wonder..."
012 said that the Justice is the largest black state in Sanjin City of the Silver Republic. The government has been cleaning up the "Justice" for decades, and has successively arrested many people, all of whom are serious criminals. They were sent directly to prison after being sentenced. Arrived at the garbage island.
However, the Chief Justice has been entrenched in Sanjin City for a long time and has even penetrated into the local judicial system. Therefore, every time there is a big move from the top, the Chief Justice will be notified in advance. In short, over the past few decades, the power of the Chief Justice has not only not weakened , but instead annexed many small local black states, successfully making Sanjin City one of the most notorious cities in the Silver Republic.
881 raised his hand.
012 raised his chin: "Say."
881: "With so many people arrested, is this still the largest black state?"
012 held the mining shovel with one hand and stepped on a large raised rock with one foot. He twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "The person arrested is not the mastermind - these are all top-notch people. No one will expose the high-level people - the gangsters Bangko is much more ruthless than the government."
012 paused, "However, I have heard that a few years ago when the government changed, a group of elite judges were captured, causing heavy losses and almost ending their career."
"But the mayor, the council members, the police chiefs involved in the arrests... are all dead. Shot, poisoned, kidnapped, bombed... including their families - as far as I know, no one is alive."
"This is a real black state. Sanjin City is completely the territory of the Chief Justice."
"Anyone who goes against the justice will not end well."
The government is the greatest guarantee of citizens' rights and interests and social security. If even the government's violent organs cannot compete with the black state, what will the black state become?
The black state became the government.
The “spiritual parents” that hang over everyone.
From birth to death, from every mouthful of food you eat, to the education you receive, the street you live on, the store you shop at, the place you work, the place you entertain, you are always influenced by this belief——
An unstable life is the norm. We can only pray that we are not the next one.
No one spoke in the cave for a long time.
Zhang Chi asked: "Why are you called the Chief Justice?"
012’s voice almost changed its tone: “What?”
Zhang Chi: "Why is this black country called the Justice?"
012 was speechless: "...How do I know? They didn't invite me when they founded it."
Zhang Chi: "..."
The study committee member said: "But this is not Sanjin City."
Sanjin City is the territory of the Grand Judge, but Garbage Island is not.
012 snorted coldly: "People have great careers."
Study members:"……?"
"Whether it's the reform camp or the outside - I mean the real garbage island, there are people from the Supreme Court. They are organized and disciplined, which is very different from stragglers like us. No one has fallen ill after provoking the Supreme Court. Retreat. For example, that idiot this morning, I can guarantee that he will not survive Monday next week."
881 blurted out and asked: "Why?"
012 half-smiled: "Because Sunday is a free day."
On the free day, not only is it not illegal to kill someone, but there are also rewards.
*
By noon, the rain gradually subsided. The sun peeked out from the thick dark clouds, and its brilliant golden light carefully shone on the farmland, flower beds, and wet roofs. The wind blew across the earth, the young grass swayed out of the soil, and the air was filled with the fragrance of soil and trees.
The pouring rain is still pouring into the mud pit.
"Pa-ta", "pa-ta", "pa-ta"——
The shoes stepped on the mud, lifted up and fell down again. All the prisoners working in the field began to walk to the cafeteria.
Before entering the cafeteria, all prisoners must rinse their shoes in the public showers - the warden is said to be a mysophobic. The warden rarely goes to prisoners' rooms or production areas, usually only in the office building and canteen.
Both locations must be kept clean and tidy 24 hours a day.
Someone even took a bath in the shower room.
The soap and shower gel in the cafeteria are much better than those in the dormitory public shower rooms. Everything here is glycolic. Sandalwood, vetiver, bergamot... all mixed together. Restrained, elegant and cool. It is said that it is because the warden likes it.
The shower rooms are divided into public and private rooms. They have two different entrances. There is a queue at the door of the private room. There is no queue at the public shower room. After taking a bath, the prisoners come out of the shower room wiping their hair. The smell of the air brought out is as light as any.
Kind of like a pet. Wearing clothes bought by the master, full of the smell of the shower gel that the master likes, and locked in the master's room.
The only difference is, these pets aren't cute at all.
And a little disgusting.
Zhang Chi looked away from a prisoner who came out with his buttocks clasped.
The time has reached 12:30, and there are fewer and fewer people in the single shower room.
She is next.
Unlike public bathrooms, the entrance door to the single shower room is closed, and it is divided into different single rooms, but the rule is not to wait outside the single room - no one wants to be ambushed at this time, this is a Everyone's default rule is that everyone is used to keeping a distance here. Whenever the door opens, someone comes out and someone comes in.
There were footsteps inside and the door lock turned——
When the door opened, Zhang Chi was stunned for a moment.
He is a 503 muscular man. Wearing boxers, Zhang Chi's head almost hit the door frame, and his upper body was completely naked. His extremely developed biceps and trapezius muscles only reached the height of his chest. Looking straight at him, he saw his chest and abdominal muscles that were about to explode.
It's not a double-door refrigerator, it's a double-door large iron door.
The clothes were hanging on his left wrist, and there was a conspicuous red badge on the back of his hand. There is also a tattoo on the upper part of the right forearm——
A scale.
The muscular man locked eyes with Zhang Chi for a second, then passed each other without any communication. Zhang Chi didn't take a shower. She only rinsed her shoes and washed her hair - a lot of mud, sand and rainwater stuck together. When we came out, there were not many people there.
The muscular man hasn't left yet. Just stand at the door.
Looking at it from a distance this time, we can clearly see the difference between him and other people - other normal prisoners. His upper body muscles are too developed, his head is extremely small, and his frame is very long. It is impossible for his lower limbs to be elongated laterally in proportion to the muscles of his upper limbs. Compared with other people, he is too strong, strong enough to It gives people a sense of human terror. A word suddenly popped into Zhang Chi's mind——
kangaroo.
Upper limbs without muscle growth limitations.
A man who looks like a kangaroo.
"082."
Zhang Chi took two steps outside, and it took her a moment to realize that this was her code.
Turning his head, the muscular man clasped his hands on his chest and looked at her with a half-smile.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Chi faced the muscular man, her hands hidden behind her back, and her fists gathering strength - after so many days of practice, she had almost mastered the secret of exerting force.
The muscular man raised his eyebrows: "Don't be so nervous, I'm here to help you."
"Help me?" Zhang Chi said, "You seem to have forgotten what you said before."
The muscular man said: "So stingy? Hold a grudge?"
Zhang Chi was a little impatient.
The muscular man put down his hands folded on his chest: "Have you ever heard of the Chancellor?"
Zhang Chi narrowed his eyes.
The muscular man smiled: "It seems I have heard of it."
"Want to join?"
