we are bad boys

A dilapidated Jinbei remodeled prison car drove on the street and slowly walked out of the urban area. A green crop field appeared outside the car window.

Let me briefly introduce the seven detention centers! !The reason for introducing it is because this detention center is not a detention center in the ordinary sense, but a detention center for the three major punishments. It is affiliated to the Municipal Public Security Bureau, the Seventh Special Administrative Division, referred to as the Seventh Division.

What are the three major punishments? ?

no period! !

Respite! !

death penalty! !

It stands to reason that we should not be detained here for breaking the b case, but we don't know who we offended, so we are directly detained here. For a period of time in the future, we will have to deal with death row criminals.

People who can be sentenced to these three types of sentences are either farmers who do not understand the law and accidentally violated the law, or they are robbers, rapists and murderers, or gangsters who have committed many crimes outside. Anyway, there is no good person in Taiwan.

Moreover, their cases are generally progressing slowly, because they definitely did not come in because of one incident. There are many cases on them, and the investigation and evidence collection must be full of ink.

So they have been detained for a relatively long time, at most two years in the detention center, everyone, the detention center is not a prison! ! !

That kind of place doesn’t see the sun all year round, and I don’t know about other places, but in the Northeast, all the detention centers don’t have time to release wind. That is to say, after you enter, you stay in a hut of tens of square meters! !I stayed in this place for two years like a day, and never went out!It is a personal psychology that has to be distorted!

No one speaks! !The torment of waiting for the verdict! !Those with a bad mentality will go crazy in the detention center! ! "Thought" to commit suicide! !Abound! !

See clearly is to want! !Just think about it! !I heard Master Meng said before that one of his friends got into seven places! !After being held for two and a half years, he couldn't stand the torture, and couldn't find anything to commit suicide! !

Finally choose to swallow nail clippers! !Nail clippers with long fingers! !Swallow it!When the discipline finds out!Just stand him upside down, pour poultry dung soup...chicken poop...duck poop, everything! !

After tossing for a long time, I spit out the nail clippers! !When I went to the hospital for an examination, the throat was cut! !I can't even drink porridge! !

At that time, Li Meng told me: "At Seven Places, wanting to die is a luxury...!"

And these people all know that they are sentenced to death!Would you care about one more life? ?

Therefore, the prisoners in this place are not human beings, but a group of lunatics with twisted minds! !

The car drove very fast and slowly left the urban area. I looked out the window and felt a little nervous. After all, the unknown is the scariest thing. This is a normal reaction of a normal person. Of course I was grinning. Looking at the dog-biting fighters outside the window, Wang Mumu is not in this category.

Four or 10 minutes away, we arrived outside the detention center. There was a two-and-a-half-meter-high wall with a one-meter-high electric pole stretched around it.

In the watchtower, the armed police are standing guard with eight one-bars. My mother feels that this dilapidated place has a gloomy feeling.

The car drove in through a small door, and then the middle-aged guard greeted us, and the three of us walked out of the car with shackles.

"Let's go, I'll take you in to go through the water...!" The middle-aged guard gave us a malicious look, then dragged the three of us into the first floor of the guard building.

Before entering the room, I glanced at the sign that said "examination room". When I entered, I saw three people, a doctor, and two policemen who didn't know what they were doing.

"New here?" The doctor is in his 50s, dressed in a jb style, wearing a white coat, a pair of military boots, and the most hateful thing is that he wears a big toad mirror on his extremely incomprehensible face... Black drops...sunglasses! ! !

"**...The Matrix??" Wang Mumu was stunned for a moment, and then said hesitantly.

"Take off the handcuffs, change into prison uniforms... check your body!" The doctor ignored us...and said to the guard.

Afterwards, we took off the handcuffs, looked at our wrists, and found that there was a bloody spot, and the palms were a little numb. I moved my wrists a little.

"Take off your clothes! Take off your clothes!!" The doctor was a little weird, he took off his clothes as soon as he took them off, he had to make an expression that I was a pervert, and the corners of his mouth trembled...

The three of us reluctantly took off our clothes. Because we were handcuffed, our trousers fell down to our ankles.

Then the two guards began to rummage through our clothes, looking for any contraband on us. When they found our trouser pockets, they took out the note that Hong Xin had left for me. He glanced at it and put it back again.

After a while, the cigarettes, lighters, and other things on our bodies were all turned out.

"Fuck... What a jb!" The doctor glanced at him with contempt, and Wang Mumu's little **** said disdainfully.

"The donkey is big!! Look at the donkey!!" Wang Mumu's eyes were a little red, and his intermittent mania was on the verge of eruption.

"Pout! Butt up!!" the doctor continued.

"What are you doing jb?? You still want to fuck me?" Wang Mumu really didn't like it, such a degrading action...

"Snapped!!"

The discipline officer slapped Wang Mumu's ass with a rubber stick, and then said fiercely: "****, you still care about jb here!! You are not human here!! You are animals!! Do you understand!!"

"What are you doing beating him, kids, and you guys, don't get inked, hurry over!" The doctor first said a word for us, and then continued to urge.

Wang Mumu glanced at the guard, then gritted his teeth, and was the first to pouted his buttocks. Then I saw that the doctor was holding a large tweezers measuring more than ten centimeters, with a piece of cotton in between, applied some medicine, and then opened Wang Mumu's body. Ass, poked the cotton in! !

"Pfft!!"

"what!!"

Wang Mumu screamed, I closed my eyes, it was so bloody...

"What the hell are you doing... How painful!!" Jichangzi, who was sensible, visibly trembled! !

"I'm afraid you won't be able to poop, so I'll give you a laxative!" A young policeman read the newspaper without looking up.

We later found out that the detention center was extremely oppressive. The newcomers were unable to speak a word for several days. The psychological pressure was so great that they could hardly pass a bowel movement for a week, so they were likely to get sick.

What's more, once it's discharged...the smell...it's too nasty...it's extremely stinky, and the inside of the cell is only [-] square meters and there is no ventilation, so basically every newcomer comes in, Come here for a while.

"Master... Take it easy...!" Ji Changzi pouted his butt... and ordered in a very soft voice.

"Well, it's very accurate...!" The doctor opened the buttocks again, and the wheel tweezers pierced in.

My fucking eyes are narrowed into a slit, I want to see it, but I don’t dare to, I really regret it, why I wasn’t the first to be "stabbed", watching it like this puts a lot of pressure on my mind, He pokes one, and my ass is tight... In Nima's way, my buddy will fucking prolapse...

"..."

After the doctor stabbed three people in a row, the three of us basically didn't dare to walk with our legs together. There was no way, the chrysanthemum was too refreshing...it felt like the wind was blowing...as if a fucking leak.

After going through the water, no contraband was found, and I checked my body again to confirm that there was no infectious disease, and then I started to go through the formalities, holding a big sign with my name on it, and started taking pictures.

I have always felt that ***, prison photographers are more professional than *** studios, the tricky angles required, side profile, front face, back view...

After everything was tidied up, we put on uniforms and finally went into the cell... and my cell was in the seven detention centers, the most violent and difficult cell, 307 with strict supervision! ! !