Zhang Chi's eyes fell on the "scale" on the muscular man's right arm.
In Roman mythology, Justitia, the goddess of justice, holds a scale in her left hand and a sword in her right hand. If there is no law when wielding the sword, it is pure violence. If there is no sword when enforcing the law, there is no deterrent. At the same time, she must remain blindfolded and not take sides - symbolizing absolute fairness and justice.
A black country, how dare you call it fairness and justice?
"Not interested in."
She glanced down and caught a glimpse of the set of clothes held by the muscular man. There was a sign hanging on the pocket of the jacket - 110.
The muscular man shrugged: "It seems you still don't know the justice well enough."
Zhang Chi raised his eyebrows.
The muscular man pointed at the back of her hand: "Didn't you notice that you were the only one with a red badge who was attacked this week?"
Zhang Chi: "What? Is it also related to your chief judge?"
The muscular man did not answer the question directly: "Working days are very unfriendly to our Hongzhang. However, you should have discovered the loopholes."
Zhang Chi: "What loophole?"
The muscular man smiled: "You don't know? Then why do you always get into the crowd?"
Zhang Chi: "..."
Muscular Man: "The lost identification stamp can only be transferred through bracelet authentication. No one is willing to give up his prey to others. It is even more impossible to use it as a wedding dress for others. Everyone wants to win you alone."
If Hong Zhang is killed in the crowd, who will the points go to? If a person uses up all his strength when killing the red badge, can he still win over other bystanders when the identification badge falls off?
"For us, the safest thing to do is to stay with people."
Zhang Chi: "You still haven't said why I was the only one attacked this week."
Muscle Man: "Because you have no organization."
Zhang Chi: "..."
Muscular Man: "Hongzhang cannot attack other prisoners on working days. As long as he can kill Hongzhang before the settlement day, he will not be revenged by Hongzhang. So, if they are sure that after your death, there will be one to help you avenge you." organization, what will be the outcome?”
"No one will touch you easily. Points can only be settled on Sunday. Even if he accumulates enough points to be released from prison on Monday, he must wait until Sunday to ensure that he is alive to complete the settlement before 9 o'clock."
Zhang Chi: "It sounds like you are still a big and warm family."
The muscular man was noncommittal.
Zhang Chi: "Is this why your other Hongzhangs were not attacked? Are all of you Hongzhangs members of the Justice?"
Muscular Man: "That's not true."
He pointed to a line of people walking towards the entrance of the cafeteria: "There are also tiger people."
Zhang Chi: "Tiger?"
Muscular Man: "There are 21 red badges in total here, 8 are from the Tigers, and 12 are from our Justice. You are new here."
Zhang Chi: "...don't tell me that you are still fighting for territory here?"
The muscular man spread his hands.
"Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Besides, this has nothing to do with territory. The system here itself cannot allow everyone to coexist peacefully."
"Someone has to sacrifice."
"You should feel lucky. There are many people here who want to submit to the Supreme Court. Not everyone is so lucky. It is difficult to find a protective umbrella these days."
Zhang Chi glanced at the people in the aisle: "You came to win me over, don't you want me to go to the Tigers?"
The muscular man smiled: "You can also choose the Tiger. Then we will be opponents." After a pause, "The last Hongzhang who stayed in your room was from the Tiger."
Zhang Chi: "Are you blackmailing me?"
Muscular Man: "No, I'm just helping you analyze it. You can choose whoever you want, I'm just helping people pass on the message."
Zhang Chi: "Who are you helping to convey the message?"
Muscular Man: "You don't need to know this."
"I'm sorry. I don't want to choose anyone." Zhang Chi turned to leave, "I'm used to being alone."
"No one can be alone here. Hongzhang, you can either choose the justice or the tiger. If you don't want to choose either, then the justice and the tiger will be your enemies." The muscular man's voice sounded from behind, "Choose As an organization, you lose half your enemies - we never attack our own people."
Zhang Chi did not look back.
After eating, there was no time to go back to the dormitory to rest. There were not many people in the weaving workshop in the afternoon, maybe because the rain in the afternoon had been very light, or maybe because there were many people who wanted to go to the mine to make up for their points. She ran to the knitting workshop and clocked in at exactly 12:58.
When she entered, she met Zhou Ke. Zhou Ke only glanced at her and hurried into the workshop without saying anything.
After several days of practice, Zhang Chi's knitting skills have made great progress.
She has been able to make two teddy bears in one hour.
Turning her head, she found that the muscular man was not far behind her right. There was a console in front of her with three knitting rabbit dolls on it. He was wearing needles in his hands. Even the thickest knitting needles were in his hands. It's the same size as an embroidery needle. It's hard to imagine that such a pair of big, rough hands can make a rabbit doll with ease.
How long has he been here?
Zhang Chi asked in his heart.
On the way, Zhang Chi went to the tea room. There were a lot of people when I went there - about three. When I came out after getting the water, someone was leaning on the wall connecting the tea room and the corridor, one foot was placed on the other, and the fingers of his right hand were tapping boredly on the wall behind him. , obviously, he is not here to receive water. Seeing Zhang Chi coming out, he walked over.
"082?"
Zhang Chi squeezed the water glass and raised his head, seeing the sign on his chest - 888.
So auspicious.
Zhang Chi: "Is something wrong?"
888: "Have the Justice's people come to see you?"
Zhang Chi: "What?"
888: "Nothing, just to remind you. Lan Zhang and Hong Zhang who died last month were both members of the Supreme Court."
Zhang Chi thought for a moment and said, "Are you from the Tigers?"
888: "I am the boss of the Tigers."
888 smiled, with wrinkles on his face: "How is it? Are you sincere?"
"The people from the Chancellor are like this every time. They never call 110 and such little Luoluo to come forward. They are showing off. I really thought I was still in Sanjin City. Do you know who their boss is? A blue seal. They don't care about strength. It’s about blood. They are all related households. Newcomers have to work as cattle and horses.”
Zhang Chi frowned.
888 lowered his voice and said with a malicious expression: "Besides, they kill their own people."
Zhang Chi's expression moved slightly.
888 caught it very keenly, and the smile on his face widened: "When you come to our place, everyone will be equal."
Zhang Chi: "Are you done?"
888: "...what?"
Zhang Chi: "After that, give in."
Zhang Chi crossed 888's outstretched leg and took advantage of 888's dazed moment to strode towards his workstation.
After getting off work on time at 5 o'clock, everyone started to clear the desktop, and the muscular man came over.
"888 is looking for you?" the muscular man said.
Zhang Chi put the buttons into the drawer one by one, glanced up at him, lowered his head, and then put away the colored pens and needlework.
"Did he tell you that we kill our own people?" the muscular man said.
Zhang Chi's hand holding the sewing kit paused.
For a moment, Zhang Chi felt that he had entered the talent market. The two HRs kept quoting and asking for help. And they are well aware of each other's bidding strategies.
The muscular man said: "He can only do this. It doesn't matter what the tigers want. What they take in is society's garbage."
"Some people who have no rules. We don't do anything to our own people, we just eradicate those who don't follow the rules. Those who rape, abuse children, and do things to our own people - we are ****, not gangsters."
"We take risks for profit, but there is a bottom line."
Zhang Chi: "..."
The muscular man frowned and looked at Zhang Chi: "You think it's ridiculous?"
Zhang Chi: "I said, I don't want to join anyone."
Zhang Chi tightened the drawer, blew the ashes on the table, and stood up. The muscular man put one hand on the table, and his whole body was like a wall of flesh, blocking her path impartially.
"reason."
Zhang Chi raised her head. From this angle, she could even clearly see the muscular man's beard: "I never make deals with criminals."
Muscular man: "..."
His expression seemed as if he had heard a big joke: "What do you think you are, a messenger of justice?"
"Innocent people will not come here." The muscular man said, "You are Hongzhang. You have committed more serious crimes than 90% of the people here. Why, as soon as you were caught, you changed your mind and started a new life?"
Zhang Chi was noncommittal.
The muscular man tilted his head and pointed his finger at the people who were queuing up to pass through the metal detector at the door - in order to ensure that no one took anything away from the workplace, every prisoner must be scanned when leaving. Following his finger, Zhang Chi Saw an acquaintance.
Zhou Ke.
"The 333 who is with you. Do you know why he is ignoring you now? His roommate is from the Tigers. He sold his ass to get on the line. He has found a backer. He has an organization, but you don't. He can't stand it. Fuck you."
Zhang Chi frowned slightly.
Muscular Man: "There are no friends here, only interests. There is no one to rely on. No matter you are a blue badge, a green badge, or a red badge, you are just a target. No one wants to be associated with a target."
"You should cherish it. Fortunately, you still have some skills. We are interested in you."
The muscular man looked at her with disdain: "The Tigers want to rob you, don't you just think you are a piece of cake?"
"All the prisoners here want to join the organization. Being independent will not show your ability, it will only make you die faster."
"You talk a lot." Zhang Chi walked around the muscular man and got out of his seat.
The muscular man looked at Zhang Chi's back with a gloomy expression, and finally smiled suddenly.
"Okay. At least you won't go to the Tigers. A 1,000-point red stamp. It's also a good deal for us."
Choosing nothing means that no one will be her backer. There is no price to pay for killing her. Anytime, anywhere, no worries.
Zhang Chi paused.
The muscular man's voice continued to sound behind him: "I hope you can survive the settlement day."
The weaving workshop is about a ten-minute walk from the cafeteria. The prisoners leave very quickly. Once they get off work, no one wants to stay for another second - there is no boss here, and you will not get promoted if you are a conspicuous person.
Zhang Chi walked slowly on purpose, waiting until everyone passed her before slowly keeping up with the team's speed. The rain had subsided a lot in the afternoon, and by five o'clock, the ground was clean. The weaving workshop was an indoor operation, and prisoners who passed by the weaving workshop did not need to go to the shower room to clean up. After confirming that everyone had gone to the lunch team, Zhang Chi turned around and went to the shower room.
The farmland and mines were far away from the canteen. It would take some time for the prisoners from these two locations to arrive, so the shower rooms were empty.
She ran to the single shower room, opened and closed the doors one by one, and after confirming that there was no place to hide anyone, she got into the last shower room, locked the door, and climbed on the wall hanging embedded in the wall. style metal soap dish.
The soap box is fixed by four screws, two on the left and two on the right, both at the top and bottom corners. Zhang Chi exerted force with her fingers, and the screw in the upper left corner of her fingertips heated up instantly. With a slight pull, the slightly deformed screw fell into her hand.
Zhang Chi put the screws in his pocket, took a step back, reached the door panel, faced the rain-soaked nozzle and the parallel soap box, looked at it for a moment, then stepped forward and took out the screw in the upper right corner of the soap box, holding it in his hand My heart melts into two parts, one is the nut and the other is the tail. The screw driven into the wall is very long. Even if it is divided into two halves, one side is as long as the nail of your little finger.
She rotated the nut back to its original position, and pressed the remaining tail section into the palm of her hand to form a flat round head, which was about the same size as the nut. Then she took out the screw she had taken out earlier from her pocket, and used the small tip of the tail to Carve a pentagon in the center of the round head - all screws have pentagons.
There are always some discrepancies between manual polishing and machine polishing. Zhang Chi placed the polished half screw in the empty space in the upper left corner of the metal soap dish and took a step back. Fortunately, from a distance, it was just a big dot inside a small dot, which was almost invisible. any gap.
The tail of the remade half screw was too small and had no support. It was impossible to hang it on the wall. After Zhang Chi put the fake nut into the hole, he directly pressed the edge of the nut with his hand and slowly moved the nut along with it. The soap dish blends together. Three - to be precise, two and a half screws are enough to support the weight of a bar of soap. The fake nut that becomes part of the soap box has nothing to do with it.
There were sparse footsteps outside the door.
Twisting metal by hand is very physically demanding. After doing this, Zhang Chi was sweating profusely. She put the stolen screws into her pocket, unscrewed the door and was about to go out, when she paused——
After taking a shower, the floor should not be dry.
The prisoners who came from the mines and farmland entered the door one by one, and the sound of water fell to the ground one after another.
Zhang Chi took off the rain shower head, turned on the faucet, wet the ground, took out soap and rubbed his hands. The fragrance was overflowing, and then drenched the soap box, partitions, and everything up to her height with water. , turn off the faucet, go out, and do it in one go.
After eating, Zhang Chi immediately returned to the dormitory. Lock the door and sit on the bed - the tables in the prison room are facing the center of the door, and you can see clearly through the small ventilation hole in the door.
She leaned her back against the wall and sat on the bed on the side near the door. When she entered the dormitory just now, she looked over and found that this place was a complete blind spot. Although prison guards usually only show up at the dormitory at 10 o'clock, it's always better to be safe - and no one knows whether anyone other than prison guards will show up.
Zhang Chi took out the screws, clamped them in his hands, and rubbed them open. Five minutes later, he kneaded out a single-headed needle that was longer than the palm of his hand. It was thicker than an ordinary needle and a little thinner than a knitting needle. One end was the head of a five-point screw, and the other end was a very sharp needle tip. Zhang Chi opened the bedside "Points Handout", took a "screw needle" and stabbed hard on the name of the editor "Zhou Yu".
It penetrated half of the lecture notes in an instant.
Zhang Chi put away the needle, squatted down, and lifted the bed frame of the single bed from the ground. The bed frame was welded from hollow metal tubes. Zhang Chi put his back against the ground and put the screw needle into the metal tube of the bed frame on the left side.
She clapped her hands and stood up, looked at the bed frame, and her eyes fell on a small round hole on the floor - the foot of the bed that had not been moved for many years. The color of the floor was obviously different from the surrounding ones.
She squatted down and adjusted the angle again until she felt there was no problem, and finally started washing her hands.
The purpose of forming any gang is to stay together for warmth. No one wants to live in open and covert warfare all day long. They chose their companions and agreed not to attack each other, so they lost a lot of enemies. But the size of the gang needs to be limited, not too few - it cannot form a deterrent, not too much - if too many people join the gang, who will be the one to be killed?
Weak people desperately want to join gangs, and gangs desperately reject weak existences. Their growth requires these supplies. Groups of prisoners come to the prison one after another. Once they find someone who is valuable, they will recruit them into gangs to supplement their strength. When gangs fight each other, there will definitely be casualties.
But are gang members the ones who die the most? not necessarily.
Two tit-for-tat gangs are like two big fish. Once the big fish collide, it will be bloody and both sides will lose. They avoid collisions and instead feed on unsuspecting smaller fish.
Both 110 and 888 are lying.
Any damn red seal is just a gimmick to raise prices for yourself and undercut others.
They want to win over themselves because they don't want to have any collision with the other party - they are looking for peaceful ways to increase their strength, and they will not act rashly before they are sure to swallow up the other party. They are afraid of losing strength.
She is important. If she were the leader of both sides, she wouldn't strike so quickly. What if she didn't hit the target in one hit and instead made her defect to the other side? She would observe for a while longer. But there is no guarantee - some black states do things without leaving any room for error.
Unless she shows strength that is different from ordinary people, making them jealous and afraid, and giving rise to the belief that if she is killed, many members of the gang may be killed, then it is not worth it. She also wants to be a big fish.
Standing in front of the mirror, Zhang Chi looked at his face.
Young and energetic.
strangeness.
She had no idea who she really was. She didn't look like a different blood, no matter what the magazines said or any different blood she had seen, there was no one like her. She is not a modified person, she cannot detect the modified nerves in her body, not to mention, she can work in the mine.
Her body is as strong as a cow. She has been exposed to the Lanming Sand Mine for a long time and has never felt dizzy once.
How did she end up in jail? No one came to tell her. She has a red seal, so she must have committed a serious crime.
But what kind of felony can a girl of this age commit and be exiled to a garbage island?
What kind of person was she? Did she have family and friends? Is there some organization she might be affiliated with?
She knew nothing.
The only thing she knew was that this was a hard-earned new life.
There was no reason for her to fall here.
She will definitely get out of jail.
