Chapter 58 2. No. X Prison in the provincial capital

That afternoon, I got into a police car. After that, I was placed among a group of prisoners who were being escorted. I was handcuffed, and got on the King Long bus. The car was full of prisoners. They were all handcuffed, and there was only a seat in the fourth row, so I sat down. Next to me was a thin male prisoner in his twenties. He looked out the window and said to me, "Brother, how did you get in here?" "kill!" "Enough man!" "And you" "Sentenced to robbery for ten years, half a year remaining. My name is Huang Hai, you can call me Xiao Hai."

"My name is Han Zaitian, where are we going?" "This is a unified deployment. We are going to the Nth Prison in the provincial capital." Xiao Hai has a scar at the corner of his eye, dark skin, and a very strong physique. I know that the No. N Prison in the provincial capital is one of the most well-equipped prisons in the province. It mainly detains heavy-duty criminals. There are about 5,000 inmates in prison, and there are more than 1,000 policemen alone; it is a high-level security prison. I raised my head and looked back and forth. There were two armed policemen and two prison guards in front, and three armed policemen and two prison guards behind the car. Every prisoner was in handcuffs.

At this time, a prison guard sitting in the front row stood up and said, "All draw down the curtains!" The criminal by the window drew all the window blinds. "Now, I declare discipline. You can't look around, you can't talk to each other, and you can't disturb the order of driving." The policeman shouted: "Do you hear me clearly?" "Listen clearly." The criminal agreed with a grunt. "Don't act like you haven't eaten enough, say it again, do you hear me clearly?" the policeman shouted. "Listen clearly!" The criminal group's voice was louder this time.

The car started, and Xiao Hai leaned over and whispered, "Dude, do you know? Three years ago, I wanted to come to No. N Prison in the provincial capital, but I failed to transfer; now that I have been transferred, there is only half a year left. " "They're all prisons, why are they being transferred here and there?" "That's different. Prisons in other places have poor conditions and are far away from home. It took at least three days for my family members to visit me once. This time, I was transferred back to the provincial capital. Three family members came to see me. When I was young, I was close to my relatives, isn’t that good, so what is it?”

I nodded, feeling that what he said made sense. An hour later, the car stopped and we arrived at No. N Prison in the provincial capital. This is a brand new prison, the prison yard is clean and tidy, and the white cell buildings are next to each other. I simply counted, there are about a dozen of them.Behind the prison building, there are four or five buildings such as the production workshop. Inside the courtyard wall is an inner protective net, and there is a concertina-shaped knife-barbed net on top of the protective net. The prison gate is a newly designed modern intelligent access control system. Fingerprints can only pass through one door. , Passing through the second gate, you still need to use your eyes to identify; on the wall, there are watchtowers one after another, and armed policemen with guns stand solemnly, watching everything in the courtyard like eagles. This is really a prison with copper walls and iron walls.

Even the concrete floor in the prison yard is as smooth as new. This environment is much better than our prison. I seem to forget that I am a prisoner. Like a newly transferred policeman, I walked out of the group of criminals. I had barely walked five steps when a policeman rushed over, stopped me and said, "What are you doing?" "I just want to have a look." "What are you looking at, return to the team quickly." The policeman was furious. I suddenly remembered that I am now a prisoner. I took another look at the gray zebra shirt I was wearing, and once again clarified my identity, I stepped back.

The police began to take count and report, and stripped and searched to see if there were any contraband. After that, the police handed me a big bag with my name written on it, and he also told me that there was a card in the bag. I stood there, motionless, and I was a little cold. I raised my head and saw a head stuck out of the window upstairs in the cell. Round and white, he was staring at me. I couldn't see his face clearly, he just looked at me so persistently. Not only did I shudder—does he know me?