Chapter 102 Democracy Barn (Prisoner Usage)

After Kuiyuan left my house, he did not return to the countryside.About ten days later, someone knocked on the door of my room. When I opened the door, it was a disheveled young man who handed me a crumpled cigarette pack with two lines of words written in a ballpoint pen.The tip of the pen is obviously out of oil, and the paper has been torn several times without leaving any strokes, so I have to guess and read it against the light. "Uncle Shaogong, come (rescue) me if you must, hurry up!"I asked what was going on.The person who came here couldn't tell.He didn't know Kui Yuan.It's just that before he was released today, someone stuffed him with ten yuan and asked him to send a note, that's all.If he had known that my home was so hard to find, he wouldn't have given him thirty.He dawdled and refused to leave until I paid him another five dollars.

It was clear that Kuiyuan committed an offense and went in. I'm angry and annoyed, if that guy Kui Yuan is in front of me now, I'm afraid I can't help but fight.But this is the end of the matter, the lice can't get rid of the upper body, no matter how important it is for me to save face.Now I have to bite the bullet and deal with dubious prisoners.First of all, I have to find out where the detention center is, including the difference between provincial and municipal offices, as well as the differences between detention centers, asylum centers, and interrogation centers, and so on.All the acquaintances who answered me hesitated to finish my patient explanation, revealing doubts that they would not speak out.Then, I went to the unit to issue some certificates that might be useful, took the money, and went straight to the windy and sandy countryside.Because the motorcycle ran too fast, I was stopped by the traffic police twice on the road and fined. When I found the detention center, it was dark and closed, so I had to go back the next day.On the second day, I accompanied many smiling faces and many kind words, played many cigarettes, and imitated various dialects to put a closeness on every big cap.Only then was he able to squeeze in from the crowd surrounding the office and talk to a policewoman who spoke a Sichuan accent.I finally understand that Kuiyuan's case is like this.Gathering crowds to gamble and fight at the pier—although it is within the scope of severe crackdowns, considering the circumstances are not too serious, and the prison cells are also overcrowded, such people can also be fined—they will be fined.I was overjoyed by the last four words, and thanked me repeatedly in Sichuan dialect.

I didn't bring enough money, so I took another sum of money to go in the afternoon, paid fines, living expenses, educational materials, etc. for him, and took him out.There was still a small twists and turns before taking him: probably because there were too many prisoners, the registration was wrong, and the supervisors didn't know which cell he was in.They were overwhelmed, kept me waiting for two or three hours, and finally took pity on me.Let me make an exception to enter the prison area, and find out the number of each warehouse by myself.I saw two rows of gray iron doors lined up into the distance, and each door had a small window, crowded with faces, or in other words, many eyes that were kneaded into a square from all angles. It surpasses the meat bricks just out of the freezer.I was bitten by all eyes and expected by them.Starting from the first number, I laboriously asked each of the square meat bricks to be temporarily disassembled, and a crack was opened. Let me shout Hu Kuiyuan's name into the crack, and then put my ears up to listen to the movement inside. .I heard a humming noise, smelled some rancid smell of urine and sweat, and my own disappointment—no answer.

More than 20 windows have passed, and when my throat has already started to crack, a weak answer comes from the seemingly far, far away sky, and it becomes the faint whisper of the iron window to me.I am very surprised, each warehouse number is only about 20 to 30 square meters at most, how can the sound come from so far?How to look like coming from another infinite and far-reaching world behind bars? "Hehehe—" He seemed to be choked by someone. He took back the black leather bag that couldn’t be zipped up from the police, and after telling the police a lot of things to make amends, he stopped talking, timidly sat on the back seat of the motorcycle, and secretly looked at me.After running for several kilometers, I felt that the person behind me moved his feet, and the smell was blown away by the wind.

When I got home, the first thing I did was to order him to stand at the door and not to move, not to sit, and not to touch anything in my house. As expected, my wife had found lice and bedbugs, as well as blood stains on her clothes, and screamed at the washing machine.Kui Yuan, who got out of the bathroom, grinned in embarrassment, combed his hair and said, "Where's the mirror?" I pointed to the direction of the mirror. "Unlucky, I entered a democracy warehouse this time..." I did not understand. "Undead also peels off a layer of skin." "What democracy warehouse?"

"You don't know about Democracy Warehouse?" "I haven't broken any law." "That's... that's... everyone's democracy." "What's the meaning?" "As soon as there is democracy, there will be more lice and bugs, and there will be fights and bloodletting." I still don't understand. He started to eat.He said that the prison bully enjoyed the most happiness in the cell. Generally speaking, when the prison bully was eating, someone played a fan, sang songs, and someone handed a towel to wipe his face.When the food came, Laoba would choose to eat first, of course, he would choose meat and other good dishes first.Then the "Four King Kongs" or "Eight King Kongs" under the prison bully will eat, and then choose another round.In the end, some residual soup and leftovers are left, which is the food of other little people.The cell bully is going to sleep, and the best place is his.The prison bully wanted to see the female prisoner, so he had to occupy the window alone, and someone had to carry him below, and let him climb to the height of the window. Sometimes he carried it for two hours, his legs were shaking from exhaustion.

It's not enough for beginners to refuse.You don't need to do anything about it at all, the King Kongs or criminals who want to be promoted to King Kong will beat you to death.This is called taking a pass to kill the power first.Or make a fake report, hold up a nail or a blade, and expose your crimes against the prison rules to the correctional officers, causing you to be shackled or put on the shackles.He said that although prison bullies are vicious, any warehouse with prison bullies can make people live a peaceful life. Generally speaking, there is a leader in everything, they don’t fight in groups, they are relatively clean and hygienic, towels are hung neatly, and quilts are folded. Once and twice, let the discipline cadres look happy.The most feared thing for criminals is the democratic warehouse. The bully has not yet been produced, or two or three prison bullies in a nest have not yet decided the outcome. How can anyone live there?If a sentence is wrong, they will be beaten. After a month or so, if they can come out with eyes, nose, hands and feet, it is not bad... Kuiyuan touched the head that was still there, and said with lingering fear that he squatted this time. The warehouse is not in the front, not in the back, but it is a democracy.There are a group from Sichuan, a group from Guangdong, and a group from Northeast China. They have already fought the "three major battles" without any results.The correctional cadres put shackles on those who took the lead in fighting, but they still didn't solve the problem.He was terrified every day there, and never had a good night's sleep.

I sneered, "Are you very experienced in jail?" He hurriedly argued: "No, no, I am the most law-abiding person, and I dare not pick up other people's money when it falls in front of me." "How many times have you entered the palace?" "It's the first time, it's definitely the first time. If I tell a lie, I'll be struck by lightning, okay? I've heard about some things in the prison before." I don't remember the name. He couldn't understand, "You don't even remember Brother Yanwu? Chairman, he is Yanzao's younger brother! By the way, you played ball with him at that time!"

When I mentioned Yanzao, I immediately remembered that Yanzao seemed to have such a younger brother.When I first arrived in Maqiao, he was still studying. Later, I heard that he wrote some reactionary slogans on a stage and was imprisoned—by then I had already transferred.I found that my memory was getting worse and worse.