Chapter 12 Part Two (2)

Well, it was this new guy who really got me out of jail because he was a nasty bickering prisoner with a dirty mind and a sinister heart who got into trouble that day.He likes to brag very much, and he treats his roommates with a look of disdain, and his arrogant voice is loud.He claims to be the only model criminal in the whole zoo, and he's done this, he's messed with that, he's killed ten cops with one punch, blah, blah.But it just can't impress everyone, brothers.So he stabbed me because I was the youngest and said the smallest guy should sleep on the floor, not him.But everyone else turned to me, yelling, "Don't touch him! You bastard," and then he started crying, how no one in the world likes him.That night, when I woke up, I found that this terrible prisoner was sleeping in the same bed as me. The bed was in the bottom bunk of the third row, which was very narrow.I was furious, and even though there was only a small red light installed at the bottom of the outer stairs, which I couldn't see clearly, I still beat him up.I knew in my heart that it must be this stinky bastard; when things really got serious and the lights were turned on, I saw his sinister face clearly, and found that the mouth that was scratched by my fingers was bleeding.

It is conceivable what happened later, all the fellow prisoners woke up and joined in the hazy melee; the sound of fighting seemed to wake up the entire row of people in the cell, only screams were heard everywhere, lead The sound of the leather mug hitting the wall seemed to have reached a consensus among all the prisoners in all the cells. A prison riot was brewing. Brothers, the lights came on, and the guards waved sticks, wearing shirts and trousers, Came in wearing a hat.I saw the faces of both sides fighting were flushed, fists waving, screams and curses were heard endlessly. Then I complained, but every guard said that maybe it was my fault, because I didn't have any wounds on my body, but this terrible prisoner had red blood flowing from his mouth, which I scratched with my fingernails.This pissed me off and I said I would never sleep a night in that cell if the prison authorities continued to tolerate horrible smelly perverts jumping on top of me while I was asleep and defenseless. "Wait till daylight," they said. "Do you want a single room with a bathroom and a TV, sir? Well, it can be sorted out after daylight, but now, little man, put the dog Gulliver on the straw pillow, and let no one make a fuss. Okay okay okay?" They all left after sternly warning everyone, and when the lights were turned off, I said I was going to sit all night, and first told the terrible prisoner: "Go, sleep with me if you like." The bed, I don't like it anymore. It's dirty after sleeping in your stinking body." But the others interrupted, and the big Jew, still sweating from the night of fighting, said:

"We won't eat that, brethren. Don't give in to the self-righteous brat." The newcomer said: "Smash your teeth, Jew," means shut up, but that's insulting.So the Jewish big man is ready to show off. "Doctor" said: "Never mind, gentlemen, we don't want trouble, do we?" he said in a gentlemanly tone, but the new prisoner was eager for a fight.It can be seen that he thinks he is tall and big, and he thinks about being locked up with six people, but he has to sleep on the floor until I make a gesture. This is really detrimental to his identity. He mockingly imitated the "doctor" and said:

"Oh--I don't want to cause trouble, do I, high shot?" Then, the ugly, warm-hearted, thin but strong Johann said: "Since everyone can't sleep well, let's have some education. Our new fellow inmates better get a lesson." Although he seems to be good at "sexual assault", the way of speaking is not bad, calm and accurate.The new prisoner sneered: "Odd one button one cool, little bastard." It really started, but in a strangely suave way, with no one raising their voices.The new prisoner screamed a few times at first, but the big Jewish man pressed him against the iron railing, so that he could be seen by the faint red light outside, and the "city wall" punched him in the mouth with his fist, and he just Can oh oh oh.He is not a very strong man, and he is weak when he fights back. I think he bluffs and makes up for his shortcomings with a loud voice and big words. Anyway, seeing the red blood flowing out under the red light, I feel the pain in my stomach. Joy rose again.I say:

"Give him to me, go first, let me deal with him now, brothers." said the big Judas: "Yes, yes, lads, that's fair, hit it, Alec dies." They all stood back and let me beat the prisoner in the twilight.I was wearing boots and didn't tie my shoes; I jumped up and down and beat him all over the body, and then I swept my legs and he fell to the ground.I kicked his gulliver hard, and he groaned and fell asleep. "Doctor" said: "Very well, I think this is enough to teach me a lesson," he squinted at the beaten old man who fell to the ground. "Let him dream of being a good boy in the future." So we all crawled back to our bunks, exhausted by now, brethren, what I dreamed was that I was in some big orchestra , there are hundreds of thousands of people, the conductor looks like a mixture of Beethoven and Handel, looks deaf and dumb, and looks very world-weary. I am in the wind instrument department, but what I play is a rosy bassoon. Made of flesh and blood, growing out of my body, right in the middle of my belly; I couldn't help laughing when I blew on the loose tube because it was tickling.Beethoven/Handel was so disturbed and angry that he came to me and screamed into his ears, and I woke up sweating profusely.In fact, the sound came from the prison electric bell, creaking, creaking.It was a winter morning, and my eyes were full of gum, and when I opened them, it stinged to see the whole place lit up with lights on.I looked down and saw the new prisoner lying on the ground, bloody, bruised, still unconscious.I just remembered what happened last night and couldn't help but smile.

When I got out of the bunk and kicked him with my bare feet, I felt a cold, hard feeling, so I went to the "doctor"'s bunk and shook him, who always woke up late in the morning.But this time he got out of bed quickly, and everyone else was moved by the news, only "City Wall" was still fast asleep. "That's unfortunate," said the Doctor. "Heart attack, for sure." Then he looked around us and said, "You really shouldn't have hit me like that, it was a big mistake." Joe John said: "Come on, doctor, you won't be far behind in stealing punches from him." The big Jewish man forced me to say:

"Alec's dead, you're in too much of a hurry. That last kick was too much." I began to feel uneasy about it, and said: "Who started it? I was just the last one to come in, didn't I?" I pointed at Joe John and said, "It was your idea." The "City Wall" snored, and I said, "Call that stinky bastard!" Wake up, when Big Judah held him down against the railing, he was the one who kept hitting him on the mouth." "Doctor" said: "No one should deny that you have slightly attacked this person, even if it is to teach him, but obviously, good boy, young and strong, you can say that he has no heights, and you put him to death. What a pity."

"Traitor," I said. "Traitor plus liar," it can be expected that what happened two years ago will repeat itself: the so-called buddies left me and made me fall into the hands of the cop.From what I see, my brethren, there is no trust anywhere in the world.Qiao Yuehan went to wake up "City Wall", "City Wall" hurriedly swore that I was the real vicious perpetrator.The guards came, so did the captain of the guard, and then the warden arrived, and the buddies in the cell all loudly made up, in order to kill this bloody, worthless sexual pervert on the ground, how hard did I go? Shot.

It was a very strange day, brethren.The dead body was carried away, and all the prisoners in the prison were forced to lock up in their cells and wait for orders. No food was distributed, not even a cup of hot tea.We all just sat there with guards or guards walking back and forth, chanting "shut up" and "close your asshole" every now and then, even if it was just the slightest whisper in any of the cells.About eleven o'clock in the morning, there was an atmosphere of stiffness and excitement, like the breath of fear coming in from outside the prison, and then we saw the warden and the captain of the guard, followed by several invincible big men, quickly Walking by, speaking desperately.They seemed to run to the end of the aisle, and then they were heard walking back again, slower this time, and the fat warden with the blond hair was sweating and could be heard saying "But, sir" and "Oh, What can I do, sir?" or something like that.A group of people stopped in front of our cell, and the captain of the guard opened the cell door.Who is the real VIP, instantly recognizable, tall, blue eyes, really nice blah ties, cutest suit I have ever seen, absolutely stylish.He glanced at us poor prisoners and said in a very cultivated and beautiful voice: "The government can no longer stick to outdated prison management theory. Lock up criminals and sit back and watch the changes; you started to concentrate crimes, crimes in punishment. Soon, we may have to empty all the prisons for political prisoners." Criminals, like this nasty bunch (not just me, but others, who are real sinners, are dangerous) are best dealt with purely curative. Just kill the criminal reflex. After a year it's all over Let it go, the punishment means nothing to them, that's obvious. They like the so-called punishment, and start killing each other." His serious blue eyes turned to me.I dared to say:

"With all due respect, sir, I strongly disagree with what you just said. I am no ordinary criminal, sir, and I am not annoying. Others may be annoying, but I am not annoying." The captain of the guard turned purple. ,call out: "Shut up your stinking mouth. Don't you know who this lord is?" "All right all right," said the big man.He turned to the warden: "You can let him be a pilot. He is young, bold, and heinous. Tomorrow, Brodsky will deal with him. You can listen in. It's very effective. Don't worry. This mean little rascal is guaranteed It will be transformed beyond recognition.”

These fierce words were like the prelude to my freedom.