Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 104 Imprisonment

  After the car drove away, the prison guards who had remained ruthless just now felt a lot more relaxed. They chatted enthusiastically with each other, talking and laughing, and escorting the prisoners to the prison.

   "You're going to die." A prison guard gleefully put a gun on Verak's back and pushed him forward with the gun.

  Verak still didn't speak, enduring his discomfort and walking towards the prison with the team.

   "Have you heard that there was a riot in the prison just now, and several of Old George and the others were injured."

   "Didn't Ted come here with the deputy warden? You should know, tell us quickly, what major event did we miss after we left for half an hour?"

   "I don't know too well. I wasn't on duty at the square at the time. Anyway, the deputy warden felt bored and secretly encouraged the criminals to riot, and justifiably killed several of them on the spot for fun."

   "It was intentional again? Damn, this has happened several times. He is indeed a big shot from Laizein. Even a ruthless person like the warden can't control him."

  Verak listened silently to the conversations of the prison guards, trying to learn as much information as possible from them.

   "I have always felt that the deputy warden has psychological problems. How many people have been abused and shot to death by him? I hope we don't provoke him."

   "We are all our own people, it's nothing, the warden doesn't care about him, let's worry about what to do, let him make trouble as he likes."

   "What's this called? Didn't it mean that Old George and the others were also injured? He wants to make a fuss if he has the ability to make a fuss on his own. Let's suffer along with it. What's the matter with facing the risk of riots that we didn't have before!"

"Too…"

   Listening to the conversation, Veraker was almost sure that he had provoked the worst person in this place.

   It's just bad luck.

   However, it was inevitable to be targeted. After all, his identity was too eye-catching, which immediately attracted the attention of the deputy warden Lecter. Even if he survived this time in a low voice, he will probably still be found fault in the future.

  Verak sighed secretly.

  After two months of intrigue and intrigue, now it’s time to start simple and brutal physical torture with no end in sight.

  If you look at it pessimistically, it is undoubtedly a kind of suffering, but if you are optimistic, you have to regard it as a tempering.

  If he was still under house arrest in the building of the Ministry of Government Security, and served with delicious food and drinks every day, Verak would definitely remain optimistic, anyway, just use his mouth.

But since he was taken away, he had to travel for three days and three nights, couldn't eat or sleep well, and then he was locked up in the stuffy cabin, soaked in sweat and vomiting, and now he was brutally pushed and shoved by the prison guards. With a loaded gun pointed at the back... In such a situation, it is not easy to maintain optimism and a strong heart.

  Verak, who was so tired that he could barely move, couldn't think of any thoughts that could inspire him.

   Being pressed by a gun, sleepiness and nausea lingered in his mind. He only had one thought left, and followed the team forward.

"Hey, you belong to Laizein?" A prison guard noticed the young man who dared to confront Lecter just now, "I just heard what the deputy warden said about your company? Your family is rich? How did you get here? How far? You must have made a lot of trouble, right? Otherwise, your family would not be able to watch you being locked up in this ghost place."

  That tone was not concerned with consolation at all, it was just that the prison guard was curious and wanted to use Veraker's misfortune to pass the boring days and serve as a conversation piece after dinner.

  Verak didn't bother to pay attention to him, just glanced at him and continued to keep his eyes on the road ahead.

   "I'm **** asking you something!" Seeing that Verak dared not answer, the prison guard immediately grabbed Verak's clothes and yelled at him.

  In this prison, the guards are heaven.

  Facing brutal criminals and tricky political prisoners, they can only become more fierce to suppress these people, so as time goes by, all of them are grumpy, impulsive and irritable.

"It's the deputy warden you just said has mental problems. I'm sure I'll see him again. Do you want him to know about this?" Verak, whose clothes were pulled, threatened the prison guard, and then took advantage of the prison guard's stupefaction, raised his hand. He raised his handcuffed hands, broke away from the prison guard's hand, and started walking unsteadily again.

   "Damn you..." The prison guard never thought that he would be intimidated by the prisoner one day.

The prison guard who was in charge of staring at Verak witnessed the passage. He laughed loudly, held guns in both hands, and bumped the furious prison guard with his shoulder: "Be careful with your words and deeds, that kid just recruited people like this when he came here. I hate it, there will be a lot of trouble in the future, don't worry about him."

   "It's as if the deputy warden believed what he said to the deputy warden." The prison guard snorted coldly, disapproving, but he really didn't pester Verak anymore.

  The pier was about one kilometer away from the prison, and they arrived at the gate after a short walk. After comparing the lists and queuing up to register one by one, Verak and the other twenty or so criminals were brought in one after another, stripped naked for a routine physical examination.

   After ensuring that there were no obvious diseases or hiding things, they were handcuffed and anklets removed, and they were given prison uniforms and numbers.

   Just as Veraker had just changed into the prison uniform with the number '8196' printed on it, Deputy Warden Lecter rushed over after lunch.

  The originally sloppy prison guards immediately straightened their backs and made way for Lecter.

  "Chris." Lecter immediately found Veraker among dozens of prisoners wearing the same prison uniform after entering.

   "Number 8196, Thomas Chris is out!" As soon as Lecter finished speaking, the prison guard graciously helped him shout.

  Verak moved from the rearmost position of the prisoner to the front.

"Why do you look so listless?" Lecter approached, just half a step away from Veraker, and immediately covered his mouth and nose with a square scarf and took half a step back, "Forget it Well, your sloppy appearance doesn't interest me at all."

  The other party didn't provoke him, so Veraker didn't have anything to do to intensify the conflict. He didn't speak, but secretly sniffed. He didn't have the conditions to take a bath these few days, and he was in a hurry all the way, and the environment was harsh, so it was inevitable that his body would stink.

"Take them away." Lecter looked disappointed, turned around and ordered the prison guards, "I remember that Robin Keating's room was always empty, no one wanted to live with him, right? He arranged to live with Keating, and he was not allowed to change rooms."

   "Yes, deputy warden." The prison guard responded.

After Lecter stood far away, his face was still full of disgust: "Even if this is one of the worst prisons, you must maintain the minimum hygiene. It is very kind to remind you that every minute and every second in the next Here, don't emit any stench in my presence. This exceeds any other regulations in Daymans Prison."

  (end of this chapter)