Coroner Coroner

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He was imprisoned in Tokyo No. [-] Severe Criminal Prison, and lived under the cold bars forever.

Time goes by like this day by day...

Another depressing and ordinary morning in prison life.

At 6 o'clock, dawn arrives.

Qin Jiu opened his pair of empty eyes, and lay lifeless on the narrow bed of the cell.

Until the ceiling above the head turned from dim to bright, and was illuminated by the sun rising from the window.

The sound of getting up sounded, and he slowly got up and got out of bed like a machine.

Then wash, go to the toilet, make the bed.

At 6:50, it was time for the prison roll call.

Like the other prisoners, Gin stood docilely behind the iron door of the cell, waiting for the prison guards to come and count the number of people one by one.

"Black Ze Array!"

The prison guard stood defenselessly outside the door, only one step away from him.

Gin could snatch his gun through the door in almost a second, open the door and escape after killing someone.

But Gin didn't do that.

He just replied in a deep voice like a dull machine:

"arrive."

The prison guard nodded in satisfaction and left.

Gin's eyes were still staring blankly at one place:

Not the sky beyond the bars.

Instead, it was a colorful pictorial of a black Porsche 356A carried on the wall of the cell.

This poster always reminded him of the past, and it also reminded him of a person.

Gin hadn't seen that person for a long time.

I don't know if he is dead or alive now, and if he is still alive, whether he is doing well or not.

pity…

He hadn't listened carefully to this man's words.

If he could recognize earlier who is truly loyal to his big brother and who is wholeheartedly thinking about his big brother... Maybe everything will be different now.

Gin couldn't help thinking this way again.

Finally, at 7:10:

"dinner's ready."

Thoughts were interrupted by a noise.

Caterers pushed small trolleys and distributed bento to each cell.

Compared with most poor countries in the world, the food and accommodation conditions in Japanese prisons are as good as star hotels.

But no matter how good the conditions are, this is still a prison, and the food for prisoners will not be so good.

So Gin’s breakfast is also very simple: a small bowl of rough rice, a small bowl of light miso soup, and a small piece of egg tamagoyaki that is not enough to fit between the teeth.

He cleaned up the meal mechanically as usual, even if it wasn't delicious.

After tidying up the dishes, finally, the cell door opened on time.

At 7:30, it was time for the prisoners to assemble and go to work in the factory.

Yes, prison inmates go to work every day, and Gin is no exception.

Wearing a neat prison uniform, he walked out of the cell with a cold face.

The prisoners around him automatically retreated three feet when they saw him, and they all looked at him with secret awe——

Gin doesn't like the limelight.

But not long after coming to this prison, after he casually showed his hands on the former prison bully who came to find fault with him, Qin Jiu automatically became the new prison bully of this prison for serious criminals.

"Boss!"

"Big brother!"

A group of prisoners who want to follow the strong will always surround him and call out with their hot faces and cold butts.

No matter where he went, even in prison, Qin Jiu would never lack people who called him big brother.

"Big brother!"

With a sound, the elder brother rose and fell.

As in the past, when he was the boss of Gin.

But now when he hears "big brother" again, he always feels that something is missing.

Maybe it's missing...one person?

"Shut up all!!"

For some reason, Gin was suddenly upset.

He coldly reprimanded the prisoners who approached him to get close, and quickened his pace towards the factory in the prison.

The factory usually starts at [-]:[-] am and ends at [-]:[-] pm.

The gin comes earlier now, it's only 7:40, and it's not yet time to start work.

So, as always, he shunned others with a cold face, and sat alone at his desk in a daze.

The prisoners next to him were all happily discussing something, and they seemed to be very involved in the conversation.

You must know that those who can come to this prison for serious criminals are not ordinary criminals who commit petty theft.

If outside prison:

Seeing such a group of gangsters, mafia tycoons, terrorists, and spies sitting together to "discuss major issues", it is estimated that the Metropolitan Police Department will be so scared that the whole hall will mobilize urgently and go directly to evacuate the people in Tokyo.

But Gin could understand:

What these inmates are discussing is actually an eternal topic that has never been stopped since the birth of human civilization:

What to eat for lunch?

And the reason why they discussed so excitedly is just:

In addition to the usual fried noodles and bread, the meal at noon today also added an extra piece of ham sausage.

It was such a piece of ham sausage that attracted these criminal tycoons' eyes to shine and their mouths to drool.

As if this was the only light in their prison life.

And that's exactly what happened.

Life in a prison can be seen at a glance:

Start work at eight o'clock, one hour lunch break at noon, and end work at five o'clock in the evening.

One hour of wind time, after dinner at [-] o'clock, from [-] o'clock to [-] o'clock in the cell, you can read books and watch TV programs approved by the prison.

And then the prison will turn off the lights on time, get up at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning, go to work at [-]:[-] pm, leave work at [-]:[-] pm, relax, and have dinner...

Every day is like this, the same.

Only the occasional extra meal provided by the prison, that piece of ham sausage, is the only new thing they can look forward to.

Gin, gin...

"Is this your life now?"

Gin suddenly clenched his fists tightly.

Is this kind of life considered alive?

Why does he want to live like this?

What is the purpose of living?

To sit in front of this sewing machine for the rest of your life, sewing those kid's schoolbags with ridiculous cat heads?

Yep, that's Gin's job now—

Making HelloKitty children's school bags commissioned by Sanrio.

He has experienced more pink cat heads these days than he has ever seen in his life.

Now those cartoon cats and cats wearing childish bow ties were piled up in front of him, all of them stared round, as if they were silently mocking something.

"Damn!"

Gin's fist clenched tighter and tighter.

Finally, he slowly picked up a pair of scissors from the table.

The scissors are just a pair of ordinary scissors, but to Qin Jiu, they are a murderous weapon that can seal the throat with blood.

But the scissors that Gin aimed at were not prison guards.

but himself.

Gin didn't want to escape from prison at all.

He just wanted to end it all.

"it's time."

Gin slowly closed his eyes.

The organization he had fought his whole life for collapsed.

The boss he swore allegiance to was dead.