My master is invincible

Chapter 655 Food Corpse (7)

Soon, I was taken out of the Wanming Tower by Yao Wanmiao, walked a small country road, and came to a fairly wide road. A white Jinbei police car was parked beside it. The lights of the number flashed red.

"Chen Jiu, please!" Yao Wanmiao waved to me, gesturing for me to get in the car.

I nodded and didn't say anything. I got into the police car and sat in the rear left seat. Yao Wanmiao was next to me. Several other policemen were driving alone, and several other policemen were sitting in front of me.

Following Yao Wanmiao's "drive", the police car moved forward slowly.

On the way, Yao Wanmiao asked me a few questions, mostly about how I caught up with Joyce.

Regarding this question, I rambled a lot without telling him why. More importantly, my words were full of loopholes, which made Yao Wanmiao begin to doubt my relationship with Joyce.

Seeing this, I chose to shut up. No matter what Yao Wanmiao asked, I remained silent, and I kept thinking about what happened in Wanming Pagoda during this period of time.

After sitting there for about half an hour, the police car drove into the police station. Yao Wanmiao led me through a series of formalities, and finally said, "Chen Jiu, you wait at the police station for a few days, and wait for someone from above to convict you. will send you to jail."

After staying in the police station for nearly half a month, I was sent to court. Perhaps the charge had been negotiated, and there was no argument in the court. I was directly convicted of intentional wounding and served three months and eighteen days.

After I was convicted, I had a brief conversation with Yao Wanmiao, and then I was taken away by two police officers, who said they were sending me to the H Prison in Phoenix City for labor reform.

Frankly speaking, on our side, no matter what crime you commit to squat, you will be looked down upon by others, and it will even affect your whole life.However, at that time, I was only focused on making up for the guilt in my heart, and never thought about what prison meant. The short three months of prison life almost ruined my life.

However, when I think about it sometimes, I am very grateful for those three months of prison life, because it changed my outlook on life and made me less stubborn than before, and I began to learn to adapt to this society. As the saying goes, Life is like hell, you can't change it, you can only learn to accept it.

Of course, my respect for funerals has never changed, and I have always maintained my original intention.

Pulling away, get back to business.

After I was taken out of the court by two police officers, I was directly stuffed into a police car and headed to the H Prison in Phoenix.

After bumping on the road for more than an hour, the police car drove to H Prison. A police officer pushed me and said, "Don't f*ck sleepy, get out of the car quickly, I'm still rushing to get off work."

I was stunned for a moment and didn't say a word. I got off the police car and looked up. I saw that my current location was a road. There was a prison at the end of the road, covering an area of ​​nearly a thousand acres. There was a small square in front of the prison. , a five-star red flag stands in the middle of the square.

Seeing the five-star red flag, I was taken aback for a moment, feeling all kinds of things in my heart, thinking that when I was studying, the national flag was raised every Monday and lowered on Friday.Unexpectedly, after a year, seeing the five-star red flag in prison again, this feeling is really bitter.

Sighing heavily, I turned my head to look at the surrounding environment of the prison. The surrounding area is desolate and full of swamps. Judging from the outside, the conditions inside the prison are already relatively poor.

At this moment, I was pushed from behind, and then a voice came, "What are you looking at, this will be your home from now on."

I turned my head and glanced at that person. This person was the policeman from before, and he didn't dare to speak, so he walked towards the prison.

After entering the prison, I went through a series of related procedures. My serial number was 33218, and I was assigned to room 209. I thought I could go back to room 209 just like this. How did I know that one of the prison guards said that I needed a physical examination.

In this way, I was taken to an infirmary on the left side of the prison. The infirmary is not that big, it measures about twenty square meters, and there is a single room in the corner with a white curtain drawn. Walking in, a male doctor in his fifties was wearing a mask and white latex gloves.

Seeing me, the male doctor was slightly taken aback, frowned, and said coldly, "Take off your clothes!"

I followed his instructions and took off my clothes, leaving only a pair of underwear/pants.

The male doctor glanced at me, with a look of surprise on his face, and said coldly: "If you don't learn well at a young age, you must do something illegal. In my opinion, criminals like you should be pulled out and shot. Save your parents from worrying."

After hearing this, I didn't refute, so I asked him, "What kind of inspection do I need?"

He didn't speak with a sullen face, but let me open my mouth, looked at me casually, and checked my body again. When checking my back, the male doctor frowned even deeper, and asked me: "Your wound? How did it cause it, why didn’t emergency treatment be done, blisters have already appeared in several places.”

I didn't hide it, so I said, "I accidentally made it during the funeral."

"A funeral?" He was stunned for a moment, then sneered, and said, "If you fight, you just fight. What the hell are you doing for a funeral? Your excuse is really new."

"I didn't fight anyone, this wound is really a funeral." I explained to him.

"If you don't fight, you will go to jail?" The male doctor sneered, and brought me a box of medicine beside him, and said, "This is anti-inflammatory, twice a day, two pills at a time."

As he spoke, he fiddled with me again, muttering, "What the hell is this kid doing? Why are there so many scars on his body?"

Listening to what he said, I didn't bother to explain it to him, even if I explained it to him, I might not believe it, so I might as well finish the examination earlier.

After checking for about ten minutes, the male doctor gave me some medicine, saying that it could cure my injuries.

I thanked him and was about to leave. Suddenly, I remembered something Lang Gao had told me, and asked the doctor, "Have you ever heard of a man named He Yaoguang?"

"He Yaoguang?" He was slightly taken aback, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Why are you looking for him?"

"The thing is like this. A friend of mine knew that he was in this prison and asked me to ask him a few questions." I told him the truth.

"Dead." He glanced at me lightly, his tone a bit impatient.

"Dead?" I was stunned. A few days ago, Lang Gao told me that He Yaoguang had only been in this prison for a few days. How could he suddenly die?
Immediately, I immediately asked the male doctor, "How did you die?"

He didn't speak, but stared at me for a long time, and said slowly: "Suicide!"

"Aren't you kidding me? He used to be a policeman, and his psychological endurance is much stronger than that of ordinary people. How could he commit suicide inexplicably?" I was a little anxious, and grabbed the male doctor's arm.

(End of this chapter)