(This book is absolutely fictional, and there is no similarity. Welcome to compare the numbers.)

(The story of this book takes place on the Eternal Planet, a planet without computers and networks.)

Surrounded by mountains, high walls, barbed wire, and expressionless prison guards, this is a typical prison.

Four prison guards lined up in pairs, walked neatly through the iron gates and walked to the depths of the passage. This is a confinement room, which specifically detained criminals who did not observe prison discipline. The highest of the ones in the non-discipline is the assault police. The assault police will receive a minimum of three months of confinement.

A prison guard took out the intercom and called: "The door of the lockdown room No. 7 is open."

The monitoring of the door of the confinement room was turned, and the identity was confirmed. The electronic lock of the confinement room was opened. The prison guard pushed open the iron door of the confinement room. The confinement room was very simple, one bed, one washbasin, and one toilet. Two meals a day were delivered at 11:00 noon, open the bottom small door, put food, and collect the dishes and chopsticks at 12:00 pm. Dinner is delivered at 6:00 pm and bowls and chopsticks are collected at 7:00 pm. Regularly collect the dishes and chopsticks. No additional food is provided before receiving the dishes and chopsticks. Clothes are collected at 3:00 pm every Wednesday, and they are not waiting for expiration.

The confinement room is five meters high, with only a ventilation port at a five-meter high, which is also the only source of light in the confinement room. A man sat on the bed and looked at the four prison guards. The hair on his back can be called shawl hair, and the hair in front has extended to his chin. Overall, he can't see his face clearly and is very sloppy. The only thing that is certain is that he is a man, because this is a men's prison.

“Stand up.”

The man stood up.

A prison guard asked: "Cui Ming?"

"yes."

Cui Ming, 23 years old, from Chu Xiaocheng, was arrested for street fraud at the age of fifteen and entered the juvenile discipline clinic and was released three months later. He returned to his old career on his 18th birthday and was arrested for fraud at the police station gate. He was sentenced to serve in a severe prison for insulting the judge in court. On the day of his imprisonment, he was sent to the No. 7 confinement room. Later, he repeatedly attacked the prison guards when the confinement room expired, resulting in an unlimited extension of the sentence and became a long-term resident of the No. 7 confinement room for the past five years.

A prison guard took out a cigarette and handed Cui Ming a piece. The prison guard next to him helped light it and asked, "Cui Ming, when will you leave?"

"It's almost done." Cui Ming hasn't talked to anyone for a long time.

"Cui Ming, what's wrong with doing at a young age? He has to come to the prison to eat and drink for free?" Another prison guard said next to him.

"I will leave after another half a year." Cui Ming looked at the four of them and asked, "Who is this time?"

A prison guard was helpless: "Come on."

Cui Ming punched the prison guard in the face. Four prison guards put Cui Ming down and took out a rubber stick. Cui Ming hugged his head skillfully with his hands and curled up his body. The prison guard casually tapped Cui Ming's body with the rubber stick and turned around and left. Before closing the door, a prison guard lit a cigarette and threw the cigarette next to Cui Ming. The four prison guards left and notified to lock the door.

A young prison guard asked: "No. 1421 is mentally fine, right?"

"Checked, no problem." The old prison guard replied: "It's probably because he's hiding from his enemies."

In the confinement room, Cui Ming stood up and sootheed his body for another three months...

Cui Ming leaned on the bed, looking up at the light of the vent. He flipped his index finger and middle finger with his right hand, and a playing card was sandwiched between his two fingers. He quickly closed his two fingers, but the playing card disappeared.

The iron gate suddenly opened, Cui Ming turned around to see the prison guard and asked annoyedly: "Didn't you agree to be three months old?" It didn't have a discount.

"Today of Atonement Day, the Warden gave the order that everyone must attend."

"Do you have to go?"

"It depends on whether you think of yourself as a human being." The prison guard threw a new set of prison clothes and a towel on the bed: "Scrub it yourself and go to the barber room to sort it out later."

Cui Ming asked: "Where is the barber room?"

"You don't know where the barber room is?"

"You can tell if I look at my shawl and my hair is."

"I can't tell you're pretty good at talking. Stay behind and take him there later."

...

Yom Kippur is an event held at Chuxiaocheng Prison from time to time. Simply put, if there is a dangerous job that is not suitable for ordinary people, you can apply to select the right person from the prisoners to carry out this work. A thousand years ago, there was a marine dominant country. A new ship was launched, and someone had to knock down the last batch of wooden stakes that held the ship and let the ship slide into the ocean. No one knew which wooden stake was the last wooden stake, so he chose to select volunteers from the death row prisoner. If the death row prisoner knocked off the wooden stake and let the ship enter the sea and did not die, he would receive a pardon. If he died, he would die.

Cui Ming looked at the mirror in the barber room for a long time and asked the prison guards around him: "Who is the young man? He looks really good." The prison guard was very unfriendly and gave him a middle finger, pushed Cui Ming, and pushed Cui Ming out of the barber room. Cui Ming also admired the complex structure of the prison for the first time.

Turn around, turn around, turn again, turn around, finally arrived when Cui Ming was about to faint. The auditorium, where the warden gave lectures every year, was a very serious place. But it seemed that this was not the case today. Before Cui Ming could enter through the back door, he heard a group of bad people inside cheering.

"Wow, woman."

"This horse is just right."

"The warden is wise."

"Shut up." The prison guards took Cui Ming in. More than 300 prisoners gathered in the back half of the auditorium, and everyone was squatting on the ground. The prison guards kicked the two prisoners away, stuffed Cui Ming in, walked to the back door, took out a baton and looked at the prisoners in the auditorium silently. The auditorium was designed with slopes to ensure that when the prisoners squat on the ground, they could see the warden's heroic smile.

Cui Ming also saw this woman, twenty-three or four years old, with her scattered hair close to her waist, and a silver cloth strap tied to her forehead to separate her hair. She wore a close-fitting black leggings and black leather boots, a white round-neck autumn jacket on her upper body, and a black hip-like windbreaker jacket on her outer body. She looked very energetic and beautiful, and had a very good figure. Cui Ming was doubting her taste. Two possibilities: she hadn't seen a woman for five years, and when she saw a hen, she felt that she was Diao Chan. The second possibility was that she was indeed a beauty. Without comparison, how could she have a beauty?

The world is very exciting, so I should hurry up and take a few months to jail.

Faced with intentional or unintentional discussion, the beautiful lady looked calm. She was one of the three prisoners today. There was a table in front of her, with her left elbow on it, and something wrapped in a large cloth bag on the table. Her right finger jumped back and forth on the large cloth bag, looking at the group of prisoners.

Her position must be the most popular position. There were more than a dozen people sitting in line in front of them, two of whom were selected, standing behind them, introducing each candidate from left to right. She just nodded slightly and asked the interviewer a question, always expressionless.

The auditorium was full of comments on the beautiful women, and there was even a guy who was willing to spend twenty years of life to exchange for a night. A buddy around him said casually: "Brother, you are a prisoner of death."
Chapter completed!