Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 107 Dates

  If you sweat again, your body will become sticky again. You can't take a bath here anytime and anywhere. In order not to trouble Keating, Verak had to get out of bed and take off his shirt. After feeling refreshed, he climbed back and lay down on the narrow bed.

   "Hoo..."

  It is too close to the ceiling.

  The feeling of depression was too strong, and Verak felt chest tightness and breathlessness. He tried to close his eyes to relieve the suffocation, but the effect was not good.

   "Hoo..."

  Verak's chest heaved violently, and he gasped for breath, which relieved the tightness in his chest.

   Gotta get out!

   gotta jailbreak!

  Verak couldn't stay in this ghostly place for a day. He had to find a way to get out of here, and he couldn't become a walking dead like the other prisoners in the cell.

But when he was taken into the prison, he happened to hear the prison guards mention that there was a riot just at noon. Although the prisoners and the prison guards each suffered a lot of losses, judging by the performance of the prison guards, the riots seemed to be commonplace, and they did not let them go. on heart.

  Daymans Prison.

  It means that it is as indestructible as a diamond. It is true that no prisoner has ever successfully escaped here. It is also because of this that the government safely throws all difficult prisoners here. They knew that it was impossible for the prisoners who came here to get out alive.

  In this case, how easy is it to escape? What Verac was about to do was the impossible that no one had done in eighty years.

   "Chris."

  Verak lay down for about twenty minutes, and when he was thinking hard about the escape plan, Keating called him and interrupted his train of thought: "Huh? Mr. Keating?"

   "I'm going to pee," Keating said.

   "Okay." Verak opened his eyes and got off the bed. After greeting the prison guards, he carefully carried Keating to the toilet and untied his belt.

   "You just need to support me from behind, and I'll do the rest myself." Near the last part of urinating, Keating arranged Veraker behind him in good time.

Originally, Verac felt a little embarrassed about what happened next, but he was relieved when he heard what Keating said, and he came behind Keating, stretched his hands under Keating's armpit, and raised him up, and Keating took care of it himself. Follow up.

  The sound of water sounded, and Keating, perhaps in order to ease the embarrassment, took the initiative to bring up a topic: "Where do you live in Laizein?"

   "West District." Verac said.

   "West District...it means that your family background is not bad." Keating recalled, "The family background is good and you are against the government? In my impression, this should be a matter for the bottom workers."

   "Hmm..." Verak didn't want to talk about the idea of ​​the Equal Society under the circumstances, so he just responded perfunctorily.

  The sound of the water gradually subsided, Keating trembled, and fastened his belt again: "Let's go."

  Villac carried Keating to the bathroom, washed his hands, and returned to Cell 208.

   "Thanks." Keating was carried onto the bed by Veraker. This time, he didn't pick up the book next to his pillow, but just sat there with a kind smile.

   "It's okay." Verak waved his hand.

   "You... only twenty-four years old this year?" Keating asked.

  Twenty-four years old is Chris's age. In fact, Verac is two years older than Chris, but since he is still replacing Chris, there is no need to delve into the age. He nodded: "Yes, how about you?"

   "Twenty-nine years older than you." Keating smiled peacefully, and then sighed. He didn't know whether he was lamenting that he was old, or it was a pity that Verak was imprisoned here at such a young age.

  Verak calculated in his mind, and asked along the topic: "How long have you been locked up here?"

   "Two years." Keating said.

   "Your legs..."

"It was destroyed before I was imprisoned." Keating put his hands lightly on his thighs. Due to lack of exercise, his leg muscles have atrophied. "In the past two years, the person in charge of taking care of me has changed hundreds of batches ..."

   Finally got to the point.

  Verak has long wanted to ask this.

  When the deputy warden Lecter arranged for him, he specifically said that he was not allowed to apply for a cell change. According to Lecter's mentality of rectifying himself, the cell he went to should be very bad. But the fact is on the contrary. Cell 208 is not crowded, the environment is good, and there is no need to go to work. It only needs to take care of a paralyzed prisoner who seems to have a good temper.

Taking care of prisoners is not too easy compared to work, because when the prison guards introduced the work, they said that the daily working hours were more than 16 hours, except for rest, eating, and ventilating, the rest of the time had to be in the work area without interruption. Cloth, blankets, and leather shoes are produced in different areas.

   This is no different from the unconstrained capital factory before. However, the Equality Association held a parade a year ago, forcing the government to introduce corresponding bills, which improved the treatment of workers to a certain extent. And Daimans Prison locks up people who will never be released, no one cares about them, no one defends them, the prison guards will naturally squeeze them to the extreme.

  Before Veraker became a photographer, he worked with his good friend Dempsey in a steel mill near the slum area. He knew how tiring it was, so he couldn't understand Lecter's tone.

  He seems to be saying that it's a bad place, and that Veraker won't be able to stay any longer.

  If it is true as he said, then there must be something more terrifying than squeezing that Verak doesn't know about in cell 208 and Keating.

   "Why have you changed so many batches?" Verak asked immediately without missing it.

   "What do you think is the reason?" The words were on the verge of his mouth, but Keating didn't speak out for a long time, and let Verak guess with great interest.

   "Does it feel that taking care of you is more tiring than working?" Verak knew it must not be because of this, but he really couldn't think of a reason, so he could only mention one casually.

   "Hehe..." Keating shook his head, "You will know soon."

   Selling off again.

  Verak felt that he was being teased, but he was not annoyed by it, and remained polite: "I hope I won't be replaced."

   "I hope." Keating stared at Verac and said.

   Keating refused to reveal the most critical question, and Veraker had no choice but to go back to bed and plan to escape while he still had free time.

  Suddenly, the whistle sounded, followed by the prison guards shouting roughly: "Get up! Get ready for work!"

  The other cells became commotion, and the number of prison guards also increased greatly. They began to open the doors one by one, escorting the prisoners to the work area on the first floor.

   "One thirty." Keating turned his head to look at the door, "Their working time is up."

  Verak looked at the work and rest schedule. The timetable in their cell did not indicate work.

   "The date will not be revealed to the prisoners here, let alone a clock will be specially installed, so the specific time of the day can only be known from the fixed arrangements." Keating saw Verak studying the timetable and said.

  Verak didn't want himself to lose his concept of time one day, so he silently remembered today's date.

  1433, September 12th, Tuesday.

  (end of this chapter)