Chapter 2 2. Night shift horror

The two corpses were old and young, the old face was distorted, and the young body was covered with scars. "Did they both jump off the building?" I said. "The old one died by jumping off a building, and the young one died in a fight. He was stabbed 26 times and died terribly." He was a little embarrassed, "I scared you just now!" "No, I'm just nervous and a little uncomfortable." I said. "Working in a prison may encounter accidents at any time. In addition to abnormal deaths such as suicide and fighting, there will also be criminals who die of serious illness. For sick prisoners, we treat them in time. There are no criminals, and we are also doing our best to save lives; for criminals who are in danger of death, we not only apply for medical parole in a timely manner, but also sign a death agreement with their families to prevent disputes after the death of criminals. Be brave to face it." He said that he pulled the transparent cover of the freezer, and at this moment, his intercom rang. "Xiao Liu heard the answer!"

Xiao Liu replied: "Got it, please tell me." "A prisoner in the prison has a heart attack, come back quickly." When Xiao Liu and I returned to the prison area, I saw some prisoners in the prison shouting. The head of the prison told them all to go back to their dormitories, and the prisoners went back obediently. At this time, the police from the patrol team of the guarding brigade and the staff of the 120 emergency center all came. The police opened the door of the prison and carried the prisoner who had suffered a heart attack onto a single rack. I stood at the gate of the prison and saw the prisoner being carried out. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a fierce appearance, a pale face, a tall figure, and only one left arm with a green dragon tattooed on it, and only half of his right arm—— He is a disabled prisoner.

Xiao Liu wanted to accompany the prisoner to the hospital. He said he didn’t bring his mobile phone. He said he wanted to borrow my mobile phone. I gave him the key to my mobile phone box. After he left, I was the only one left in the duty room. The superintendent reassured me that I should not worry, and that I could call him whenever I needed something. Moreover, the second sub-district was on the other side of the floor, and there were two policemen on duty there. Standing outside the locked prison door, I saw a watchman (prisoner on night duty) in the corridor of the prison area, sitting on a small stool and chatting. , have all returned to their dorms.

A male prisoner of medium build, about forty years old and full of beards, walked to the gate of the prison, smiling all over his face. We were only separated by an iron gate. He looked at me slyly and said, "New here?" I ignored him. "I have a secret to tell you. In fact, the guy in the freezer who fell from upstairs was pushed down by someone." "By whom?" I didn't restrain my curiosity. "It's the guy who was carried out just now! He is the weirdest person in the entire prison. He likes to put his ear on the ground every day, listening to it, and then he is startled and talks nonsense." He hey Laugh. "However, no one knows about this, I just tell you, if you want to sleep peacefully tonight, just be honest."

After speaking, he walked away leisurely. I went back to the duty room, locked the door, undressed, and went to bed. After an unknown amount of time, I was awakened from my dream by a burst of shouting, and the door of the prison was banged on non-stop. I jumped up from the bed and shouted, "What's the matter? I'll be right there!" I opened the door of the duty room, and a young male prisoner was bleeding from his head, shouting, "Something happened! Something happened!" I hurriedly reported to the warden, and then, according to his instructions, called the doctor at the prison hospital through the walkie-talkie.

After a while, the police from the patrol team and the doctor from the prison hospital came, and they bandaged the wound of the young male prisoner. The guy was just scratched. I asked him, "What the hell happened?" "At night, when I went to the toilet, as soon as I went in, someone kicked me from behind and hit my head against the wall." The young male prisoner was very wronged, and cried while talking. "Have you seen who it is?" "No, I was in a daze at the time." The male prisoner wiped his tears like a child. Several prisoners poked their heads out of the dormitory to watch the commotion, the warden yelled at them a few times, and the prisoners all retracted their heads.

The warden looked carefully at the young male prisoner's wound again, but never asked him a word. I was puzzled, and I said to the warden, "He's injured!" "He is often injured, don't believe what he says, he has some mental problems!" The superintendent seemed to know him well. The young male prisoner wiped away his tears for a while at the gate of the prison, and then was helped back by two prisoners. He has a mental problem?I don't believe it, he is so young, at best, he has poor mental endurance, right? At this time, through the iron railing of the prison door, I saw a round head protruding from the bedroom door at the end of the corridor. The bald head was shiny. He smiled at me, and then quickly retracted. head.

I can guess who he is. Later, I looked through the criminal files of the young male criminal. He committed manslaughter. When he was 21 years old, he was working as a waiter in a restaurant in Beijing. One night, he had an argument with a drunk customer. Together.He is thin and thin, with fair skin, and he is not the customer's opponent at all.And the customer yelled: "What can you do to me? Kill me if you have the guts?" Hearing this, the young male criminal returned to the restaurant kitchen, took out a knife, and stabbed the customer in the Stomach... After midnight, Xiao Liu came back, he didn't say anything, took off his clothes, went to bed and went to sleep.

I have been wondering, how could there be blood on his hands while looking at the freezer? I looked at his hands carefully again, and there was nothing on his hands. Did he wash his hands, or did I just read it wrong and there was no blood at all? At this time, Xiao Liu's pants fell off, and something fell to the ground. I picked it up and saw that it was my mobile phone. Why did Xiao Liu bring his mobile phone in? There was another slamming sound from the prison door, and I turned around to see that bearded man again. "Borrow your phone!" he said brazenly. I ignored him.

"I know your number! If you don't believe me, a call will come to you in ten minutes, telling you that it's time to go to bed." The bearded man smiled again. I went to bed again, feeling agitated. At this time, the mobile phone rang suddenly. I picked it up, and there was a whistling wind on the other end of the phone. "Hello, who is it?" There was no movement on the phone. After a while, a rough man's voice came from the phone. The voice was ugly, hard, and domineering. He said, "You should go to bed!" I slammed the phone down, and I heard a smirk from inside the cell.

I came out of the duty room, and there was no one else in the corridor except the watchman. Under the light, I suddenly found that my hands were full of blood.