Chapter 9 Section IX

The doors on both sides of the hallway were closed, and Rambo walked through the painted scaffolding at one end of the hall, making a beeline for Teeser's office. "No, you go that way." Teeser pointed to the last door on the right with iron bars, and there was a small window at the top of the door.He took out the key and was about to open the door, only to find that the door had been opened a crack.He shook his head dissatisfied, pushed open the door, and signaled Rambo to go down a staircase with railings, the steps of which were paved with concrete, and a few fluorescent lights lit on the ceiling.He followed Rambo down the stairs, locked the door, and their footsteps echoed hollowly on the concrete steps.

When he got to the dungeon, Rambo heard the sound of splashing water.Fluorescent light was reflected on the wet concrete floor. In the distance, a thin policeman was holding a hose to rinse the door of a single cell. The water droplets splashed on the iron railing slowly fell into the sewer.As soon as he looked up and saw Teaser and Rambo, he turned the nozzle on; the water came to a sudden stop in a huge arc. Teaser said, "Gate, why is the door to the stairs unlocked?" "I just... There are no prisoners here. The last one is up and I let him out." "It has nothing to do with whether there are prisoners or not. If you get into the habit of not locking the door, you may forget to lock it when there are prisoners here. So you must remember to lock the door anyway. I don't want to say more —Adjusting to a new job and new rules can be difficult, but if you don't play it safe, I'll let someone else take your place."

Rambo felt as cold here as the judge's office, and his body was still shaking.The ceiling lights were too close to his head; even so, the light was dim, grim iron bars and concrete floors.God, he shouldn't have come here with Teaser, but he should have knocked Teaser to the ground on the way from the courthouse and run away.Anyway, even being on the run is a hundred times better than being locked in a dungeon. What the hell did you expect?he thought to himself.You asked for it all, didn't you?It is impossible to retreat now. I was wrong and I can't go on like this.Being locked up here doesn't mean I'm done.I'll wait for the opportunity to take action.At that time, the sheriff will definitely regret it and wish he could let me go.

Of course, you'll fight your way out.What a ridiculous thing.Look at the way you tremble all over.Because you know very well that this place will bring back memories for you.After two days in this small, closed cell, you will have difficulty controlling your emotions. "I can't stay here," Rambo blurted out. "It's so humid, I can't stand living in a humid place." Touching the scene, a nightmare dungeon appeared in front of his eyes.He couldn't help feeling the creeps.Bamboo slats on top, water seeping through the dust, crumbling walls, and he had to sleep on top of the slimy filth.

For God's sake, tell the Sheriff who you really are. No, that means begging him. It's too late to regret.Rambo tries to talk himself out of fighting the police.Teaser said coldly, "You should be thankful for the damp here. We flooded the cellar with water. The drunks are kept here on the weekends, and when they kicked them out on Monday, they were terrified of the walls and everything. feel uneasy." He looked around the cell, glancing at the glistening drops of water on the floor. "Gate, as negligent as you were about locking the door, you've done a good job here. Will you please go upstairs and get some quilts and a suit for the young man's bed?" Then he turned to Rambo Say, "In my opinion, this cell is a good fit for you. Go in and take off your shoes, pants, and jacket. All you need to wear is socks, panties, and an undershirt. Take off all jewelry, chains around your neck, and watches." .Gate, what are you looking at?"

"nothing." "Where's the suit I gave you?" "I was looking for it just now. I'll get it now," said Gate, hurrying up the stairs. "Why didn't you tell him to lock the door?" Rambo asked. "no need." Teaser listened attentively to the sound of the door lock "clicking" open.After a while, I heard Gaite locked the door after returning. "Take off your shoes first," he said to Rambo. Can you expect him to say anything else?Rambo took off his deerskin jacket without a word. "Again. I'll let you take off your shoes first."

"The ground is too wet." "I told you to come in." "I just want to stay here." He folded his deerskin jacket and squinted at the water on the ground. He put the jacket on the stairs and put the shoes next to him. He took off his jeans and folded them in the jacket. above. "You have a scar on your left knee?" Teeser asked. "What happened?" Rambo didn't answer. "Like a gunshot wound," Teaser observed. "Where did you get it?" "The floor wet my socks." "Then take it off." Teeser had to take a step back so as not to touch his sock.

"Take off your undershirt, too." "Why? Are you looking for my ID card?" "It's called a thorough search, and I want to know if you've got something under your arm." "What? Drugs?" "God knows. It's happened before." "But not me. I stopped touching that kind of thing a long time ago. Hell, body searches are illegal." "That's funny. Take your undershirt off." Rambo complied, but slowly.The abdominal muscles bulged, and the three scars on the chest were clearly visible. "What's with these scars?" Teeser asked in amazement. "They were cut by a knife. What the hell did you do?"

Rambo didn't answer, and narrowed his eyes to stare at the water drops on the ground.There is a thick triangular mass of black hair on his chest.Two scars run prominently across the middle. "Turn around and raise your hands," Teeser demanded. "It's not necessary." "If there was a quicker way to search you, I'd be sure to find it. Turn around." Rambo has a dozen small, jagged scars on his back. "God, what's going on?" Teeser asked in bewilderment. "These are welt marks. Who ever whipped you?" Rambo remained silent. "The State Police will send us some information about you."

Rambo hesitated: the thing he hated finally appeared. "Okay, take off your panties." Rambo watched him, staring at him intently. "Don't look at me shyly," Teeser said disgustedly, "everyone who comes here has to go through this. They're still virgins after the inspection. Just take off your panties. Okay, get down on your knees. Not that I want to see, but it's my job. Stand up, I want to see if there's something hiding on the tip of your finger." Teaser kept a distance from him, bending down to peer at his groin and balls from different angles.He should have asked Geter to check, but he would not pass up the opportunity to humiliate Rambo. "Turn around and bend down."

Rambo stared straight at him. "Don't make fun of me, I can't stand it any longer." "You will. I'm not interested in your ass except where you might hide something. Take my order and turn your cheek. Come on, there's nothing to see in your face. You know, when I When I was working in Louisville, there was a prisoner who hid a three-inch knife and killed himself. I can't figure out how he sat down." At this time, the sound of Gait unlocking came from the stairs. "Okay, you're clean," Teaser said to Rambo, "now you can put your underwear on." Teaser heard Gait open and lock the upstairs door.After a while, Gate's footsteps sounded on the stairs.He had brought a set of brown overalls, a light mattress, a rubber sheet, and a gray blanket.Glancing at Rambo in his underpants, he said to Teaser, "Walter just called. He found the stolen car north of the quarry." "Keep him there and tell Charleton to call the State Police for fingerprints." "Charleton has notified upwards." Gat enters the cell, with Rambo following.His bare feet clattered on the wet floor. "Get dressed," Teeser shouted. "You torment me so much, what on earth are you trying to do?" "I want you to go to the shower over there. Take off your shorts and give it a good rinse, then put on clean clothes. Remember, wash your hair too. I can't touch it until it's clean." "What does it mean?" "Cut your hair off." "What did you say? You can't cut my hair. I'll never let a barber touch my head." "As I said, everyone who's in here, whether he's a car thief or a drunk, has to be searched first, then take a shower and shave his long hair. The mattress is clean, And when you're done with it you still have to keep it clean from the fleas and ticks you carried with you when you slept out, God knows where you spent the night." "You can't cut my hair." "If you piss me off again, I'll let you stay another thirty days. You have to obey the rules here. Why don't you be smart and obediently obediently? Get the scissors and shave upstairs, Gate. Bring the ointment and the razor." "I only agree to take a shower," Rambo insisted. "Well, come one by one." As Rambo headed for the shower, Teaser took another look at the welts on his back.It was nearly six o'clock, and the report from the State Police would be arriving shortly. Thinking of the time, his mind flew to California again, where it should be three o'clock now, and he wondered whether to call his wife.If she changed her mind, she would definitely tell herself.Thinking of this, he decided to restrain himself from calling, so as not to cause too much pressure on his wife and really lose her. Still, he still needs to try to get in touch with his wife.After dealing with the young man, he called his wife and chatted about some irrelevant things, but kept silent about the divorce. Don't kid yourself.All you desperately want to know is if she's changed her mind. There was a sound of water splashing in the shower.