Is Gandhi crazy?!

This news spread throughout the labor camp in just half a day, and then it was like a virus spreading. In just a few days, most people in Tsim Sha Tsui knew that Gandhi was crazy.

There were even many paparazzi who were crazy about money and went to the police station to interview Gandhi about his madness.

Gandhi was arrested before. Although this incident was quite sensational,

But the paparazzi didn't dare to report it because they were afraid of death.

They don't care about hyping celebrity scandals, the most they can do is get beaten up, and if they are clever enough, it can even increase their popularity.

But what if you provoke these big guys?

Let’s learn about gasoline barrels. After they are burned, they are filled with cement and thrown into the sea. No one will find them for 180 years.

Let alone the 1990s, even twenty or thirty years later.

Looking around the world, this kind of thing can happen.

You must know that on the dark web, even people can buy and sell at will, which shows how crazy this world is.

However, one thing worth noting is that the people who are now chasing for reports are paparazzi of third-rate tabloids. Really powerful paparazzi will not enter the scene so early. After all, Gandhi is also a top boss.

Besides, who can guarantee that Gandhi was really crazy?

And in Tsim Sha Labor Camp, the playground where prisoners go out for exercise.

Seven or eight gangsters in prison uniforms gathered together, and in front of them stood Gandhi with disheveled hair and a look of dementia.

Compared with his previous arrogant and domineering appearance, Gandhi looked down and out at this moment.

He squatted on the ground, staring blankly ahead, with a trace of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Coincidentally, among the people who were teasing Gandhi around him, he happened to be the shrewd boy who took the initiative to bring food and water to Gandhi a few days ago.

Looking at Gandhi squatting on the ground, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

He kicked Gandhi to the ground, then took out a toe from his pocket and waved it in front of Gandhi:

"Hey, silly dog, look what this is."

A flash of light flashed through his dull eyes, and a silly smile appeared on Gandhi's face. He raised his hands covered with dirt:

"Hey, eat, it's delicious."

The younger brother was amused. He teased Gandhi. Whenever Gandhi tried to get up to pick up his toes, he kicked Gandhi down. He repeated this process about a dozen times. Gandhi's clothes were covered with shoe prints, and then he kicked Gandhi down.

toes thrown out:

"I know you like it, silly dog, so I'll give it to you."

On the other hand, Gandhi, at this moment, really looked like a dog. He rushed out rolling and crawling, picked up the toes from the ground, chewed them, and let out a "gurgling" laugh.

This made the younger brother couldn't help but feel happy, and his arrogant and proud laughter was particularly obvious in the crowd.

Not far away from Gandhi, watching Gandhi crazily chewing human flesh, a prisoner basking in the sun couldn't help but frown, his eyes flashing with disgust and disgust:

"Holy shit, it's really delicious. This is his daughter's meat, and it's still raw."

But the younger brother didn't care, and instead rolled his eyes: "Is there any connection between riding a horse and being born or not?"

The prisoner shook his head, with a bit of confusion in his eyes:

"Have you ever eaten raw meat?"

The younger brother was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and asked with a puzzled expression:

"No, what's wrong?"

The prisoner glanced at Gandhi, seemed to have thought of something, and quickly took two steps back:

"I have eaten it before. If you eat too much raw meat, you will have diarrhea."

The younger brother's face changed. He seemed to understand the reason for the opponent's retreat. He rushed over and tried to snatch the toe from Gandhi's hand:

"Damn it, you stupid dog, stop eating it."

Gandhi ignored him. At this moment, he was like a wild dog guarding its food, baring its teeth and claws and shouting:

"Ouch~I, I want to eat, I want to eat."

I don’t know if it’s because of my good physique, or because I became stronger after going crazy.

The young man in his twenties managed not to snatch away the fifty-year-old Gandhi. Instead, Gandhi pulled off his pants.

Seeing the other prisoners around him looking like they were watching the fun, the younger brother couldn't help but become anxious. He tore his pants with Gandhi and cursed angrily:

"Stop watching the show. You guys are rushing to the street. If he poops his pants, he will need us to help him wash them."

After hearing what the younger brother said, the other prisoners around him reacted.

Washing underwear and socks is definitely the most disgusting job in prison.

Because of the labor reform, the strong secretion of men, and the humid and muggy heat of Xiangjiang, the smell of underwear and socks should not be too sour.

Gandhi is crazy now, and it is definitely impossible for him to wash his own clothes.

But the problem is that Gandhi must leave. He cannot stay here, so his clothes must be washed by the prisoners around him. And think of Gandhi's prison uniform with his pants down?

The few prisoners around who were watching the theater couldn't help but become anxious.

They rushed forward and tried to snatch the toes from Gandhi's hand.

But strangely enough, seven or eight people actually did not snatch the toes from Gandhi's hands. Looking at Gandhi who firmly hid the toes in his arms, the angry prisoners couldn't help but look fierce.

Fortunately, the next second, a majestic reprimand sounded outside the playground:

"What are you doing! We are rushing to the streets, everyone is going to rebel!"

Seeing the prison guard striding over, the younger brother stood up quickly and said, "Sir, it's like this..."

But before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged policeman pulled out his baton and hit the younger brother in the stomach: "Did I let you speak?"

The baton is very heavy. Although it is covered with a layer of rubber on the outside, it is actually a solid iron rod on the inside.

People who don't know how to use a baton can even break people's bones with this thing.

As soon as the stick hit him, the boy's face instantly turned pale with pain, and he squatted on the ground for a long time without being able to breathe.

The young policeman who came with the middle-aged policeman frowned when he saw Gandhi lying on the ground and smiling stupidly at him. He took out a summons from his pocket, with a somewhat tangled look on his face:

"Master, he seems to be crazy. What should I do with this summons?"

Turning to look at Gandhi, the middle-aged policeman couldn't help but feel a headache. He waved his hand:

"Forget it, let's talk about it then."

Then he turned to stare at the prisoners around him, waved the baton in his hand, and threatened with fierce eyes: "You guys, don't say I didn't warn you. Gandhi will go to court in two days. If something happens to him and he can't go,

See if I can peel off your skin!"

As an old man here, the prison guard knew very well what these prisoners did after Gandhi went crazy.

The law is different from prison.

The purpose of the law is to restrain good people so that they do not dare to commit crimes and can only be good people.

But prison is different. The purpose of prison is to reform bad people and make them good people who dare not commit crimes.

The middle-aged policeman knew that these prisoners were humiliating Gandhi, and they were humiliating a madman, but looking at it from another angle?

This is what Gandhi deserves!

Not to mention anything else, how many wives and children are separated every year because of the goods that Gandhi transported?

Now that the law has changed, it wouldn’t be too much to kill someone like this in ancient times!

So on weekdays he just turned a blind eye and passed by.

But one thing is that as a member of the prison guard, he must ensure that Gandhi is sent to court normally!

A prisoner next to him understood what the middle-aged policeman meant. He nodded quickly, as if he was nodding and bowing:

"Don't worry sir, we promise to take good care of him."

Staring at the other party fiercely, the middle-aged policeman took back his baton and snorted coldly:

"It's good to know what's going on!"

However, the next moment, a sudden change occurred.

No one expected that the crazy Gandhi suddenly jumped up at this time. He grabbed the court summons from the little policeman. The little policeman who did not expect such a thing to happen couldn't help but exclaimed, and he subconsciously reached out.

Catching Gandhi:

"Hey, my summons."

But at this moment, Gandhi was already crazy. He was running on the playground with a court summons in his hand and a silly smile on his face.

But unlike before, this time no one went after Gandhi.

Because from Gandhi's butt, a yellow-brown liquid with a foul smell spurted out.

Smelling the stench, the little policeman felt bad. He covered his mouth and nose, looking like he wanted to vomit but didn't want to.

The middle-aged policeman next to him was also disgusted, but looking at Gandhi who was already crazy?

The middle-aged policeman shook his head, resisting the urge to vomit, and waved to the young policeman next to him:
Chapter completed!