Zhang Chi walked down the fifth floor, walking slowly down the edge of the handrail, pausing for a moment on the platform of each floor. He could not hear any of the usual yelling, abuse, and teasing.
Finally, when I reached the second floor, a man came out of the stairs and hurriedly ran downstairs.
Zhang Chi's heart suddenly relaxed as he raised his throat.
Along the direction he ran, Zhang Chi walked over.
This is the shortcut to the playground.
She distanced herself to follow him.
There are a lot of people on the playground, including tigers and judges. There are dozens of people on each side, red, blue and green, with all kinds of badges. There are also some small-scale gangs, five or six, at most a dozen, each Occupy a corner of the playground.
This was the first time Zhang Chi had seen such a scene.
Some people even feel that they have never walked with other people before, and now they suddenly have an organization. At this moment, she suddenly understood why the old prisoner could recognize someone from the Justice or the Tigers at a glance. They watch and size each other up. Every week, every time at this time, we gather on the playground to determine what camp the opponent belongs to and what they have to rely on. If they want to be on guard, they can still act with confidence.
The muscular man is usually on the side of the justice. The higher the status, the more in front. He is obviously not the little guy 888 said. A group of seven or eight of them, probably the leader, gathered around to talk, while the others behind them were just having fun.
What surprised her was that the "mine boss" was actually from Tiger. In fact, if you count carefully, it seems that there are about a dozen more tigers than justices - even when the justices have more red seals.
Zhou Ke's roommate 093 stood very close to the front of the Tigers team. Someone would nod from time to time when he spoke, and he seemed to be someone who could speak well.
The leaders of both teams have both red and blue badges.
I really can’t believe what HR said.
Apart from these groups, the remaining ones on the playground are mostly two people walking together, just on the edge of the playground, chatting, blowing wind, with different colors on their faces.
The trees here are very tall. I don’t know how many hundreds of years they have grown. The playground is more like a big pancake falling from the sky, blasting out a round flat land here. Because it is surrounded by green life, it looks cold and ugly. . You have to lean a little closer to the edge to feel the natural warmth.
got windy.
The fallen leaves were flying down, the dust was rising, the setting sun was slowly setting, and everything on the playground was wrapped in an unreal golden color.
It's like the filters commonly used in movies, warm and cold. Once the curtain is raised, whatever color is adjusted is what plays out. If you don’t know the inside story, you might think that both group tourists and individual tourists are here for sightseeing.
The wind is getting strong.
The Justice's people began to leave, then the Tigers' people, and finally those small groups, and then scattered individuals.
When leaving the playground, Zhang Chi suddenly had an idea -
This may be the last sunset some people will see.
***
When he returned to the dormitory building, Zhang Chi saw the muscular man standing at the door of 503. Her room was further inside than 503. To get out of the stairs, you had to pass through 503.
The muscular man walked to the middle of the aisle and blocked her way: "I heard that you had a dispute with the Tigers?"
Zhang Chi stopped: "Who?"
The muscular man said: "093. The mistress of your ass-selling friend. Everyone saw it, the knitting workshop."
Zhang Chi was thoughtful.
The muscular man said: "I can give you another chance. Come to us. Otherwise, it will be difficult to tell what will happen tomorrow."
Zhang Chi: "I have a question."
The muscular man raised his eyebrows: "What's the problem?"
Zhang Chi: "Is the red badge necessarily better than the blue badge?"
The muscular man paused and said, "Not necessarily."
Zhang Chi: "Why?"
"The badge here is based on a comprehensive consideration of the danger level and the sentence. If your danger level is high but the sentence is low, you may be classified as a blue stamp. Or if your sentence is high but the danger is not high, you may also Will be included in the blue chapter."
"However, Red Badge prisoners must meet high risk levels and high sentence lengths."
"So in most cases, the red badge is still more dangerous than the blue badge."
Zhang Chi: "Even if the blue badge can be a high-risk level, isn't it at most the same as the red badge?"
Muscular Man: "The risk level can be overflowed. High risk is only the basis for government classification. If you meet the standard, it is high risk. We only believe in fists here. There is no standard."
In other words, beyond meeting the standards of danger level, there are uneven levels of strength.
In situations where both are at a high risk level, no one will know who is better unless they fight with real swords and guns.
The muscular man's eyes flashed: "I'm suddenly very curious about what crime you committed to get in."
Zhang Chi: "Assassinate the president."
Muscular man: "..."
"real?"
Zhang Chi: "What do you think?"
The muscular man said: "Everyone said you came here by selling serum."
Zhang Chi frowned.
Muscular Man: "You take the blame for others."
Zhang Chi said: "You guys are really well-informed."
Muscular Man: "Don't worry. This is how it is here. Whatever you say, everyone will know the next day, and you can't hide any details. If you want to find out the information, you only need to go to the playground for a walk. Everyone has nothing to do, just Can do this."
"They were all talking about how you liked going to the library."
Zhang Chi twitched his fingers slightly.
"You all discovered this."
The muscular man said: "Our red badge is like this. We are always stared at. I heard that you also went to college?"
Zhang Chi: "That's nonsense."
The muscular man smiled: "You are quite interesting."
Zhang Chi didn't answer because she had a gut feeling that he still had something to say.
"——I really can't bear to see you die."
***
It’s 11:36, 24 minutes left before the free day.
Zhang Chi opened his eyes from the bed.
The night fell like water, and it was quiet outside.
Time passes minute by minute...
11:43…
11:47…
11:50…
The time on the bracelet changes numbers time after time...
58 points…
59 points…
59 minutes and 35 seconds…
59 minutes and 59 seconds…
0 o'clock.
Nothing happened.
Just as quiet as before.
As if this was just another ordinary day.
Zhang Chi opened his eyes and reviewed the contents of the lecture bit by bit in his mind - it was too boring and he had to do something to pass the time.
But thinking about boring things makes you sleepier.
0:32.
Zhang Chi got out of bed and stood at the door.
The temperature at night is about 10 degrees lower than during the day. She was wearing the thinnest prison uniform.
The wind drifted in through the bars on the door.
It's cool, as if it's been in the refrigerator.
Especially sobering.
1:59.
There was still no sound outside.
She was too sleepy. The work during the day was very physically demanding, and the more than an hour of sleep just now was simply not enough.
If you don't sleep tonight and work for another three hours tomorrow, it's hard to guarantee that you still have the energy to deal with the troublemakers - if there are any.
Daytime is the highlight.
She should sleep.
Zhang Chi walked to the bed and pulled out the screws under the pillow, took out the sheets, walked to the door with the quilt in his arms, spread the sheets on the ground, and lay across the door, with his kneecap just in the middle of the door frame on the other side of the key.
——Any movement will wake her up.
Holding the screw needle and covering herself with quilt, she finally closed her eyes.
***
6:30 a.m., no roll call.
Zhang Chi did not go to the canteen. I only have to work for three hours today. Can be in the morning or afternoon. There is an access control on the fifth floor, and no one except the red badge can enter.
She has home field advantage in the dormitory.
As Muscular Man said, Hongzhang's only support is that no one is willing to make wedding clothes for others. They don't come in droves. This place is like her cave. Anyone who comes to the door easily will not know what is waiting for him in the cave. not to mention--
She felt that Hongzhang would not easily trouble her.
They prefer to accumulate strength rather than act rashly.
Otherwise, 110 wouldn't have been waiting at the door to recruit her again last night.
Still a very unskilled HR.
The more you push, the less confident you are.
There was no riot in the dormitory. At most, the conversation and noise was a little louder than usual. It spread to the fifth floor, like a bee buzzing. I couldn't hear it clearly, but I knew it was vibrating.
Near 7:30, the shaking gradually disappeared.
It's time to start work.
There was no roll call early, so maybe many people didn't go to have breakfast.
Go to work as soon as possible.
The minimum work limit on free days is 3 hours, but the upper limit is the same as usual. Maybe most people don't want a break.
They want to do their full work. So you have to get there early.
From here to the mine, it takes 20 minutes if you run fast. You still have time.
Zhang Chi rushed out——
When I walked to the door of 503, I met a muscular man gargling his mouth with a toothbrush. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were sleepy, as if he was completely unsuspecting.
For seniors with enough points, this may be the most relaxing day.
If possible, these red badges can even stay in their rooms completely and enjoy a weekend without anyone interrupting them.
However, newcomers do not have this privilege.
The muscular man spat out the toothpaste and slowly walked over to block the scene as if watching a show: "It's so early."
