After the car drove away, the prison guards, who had remained cold just now, suddenly felt a lot more relaxed and started chatting enthusiastically with each other, chatting and laughing as they escorted the prisoners towards the prison.
"You're going to be finished." A prison guard gloated, putting a gun against Verak's back and pushing him forward.
Verak still didn't speak, enduring the discomfort and walked with the team towards the prison.
"Did you hear that there was a riot in the prison just now, and several of Old George and the others were injured?"
"Didn't Ted come here with the deputy warden? You should know, right? Tell us, what big event did we miss after we were only gone for half an hour?"
"I'm not sure. I wasn't on duty in the square at the time. Anyway, the deputy warden felt bored and secretly encouraged the criminals to riot, and then justifiably killed several of them on the spot for fun."
"Did you do it on purpose again? Damn, this has happened several times. He is indeed a big shot from Lezein. Even someone as ruthless as the warden can't control him."
Verak listened silently to the prison guards' conversation, trying to absorb as much information as possible.
"I have always felt that the deputy warden has a psychological problem. How many people have been shot and killed by him for any reason to torture him? I hope we don't anger him."
"We are all our own people. It doesn't matter. The warden doesn't care about him. What should we worry about? He can make trouble as much as he likes."
"What are you talking about? Didn't it mean that Old George and the others were also injured? He wants to make trouble if he can, and we will suffer the consequences and face the risk of riots that we didn't have in the first place!"
"Too……"
Listening to the conversation, Verak was almost sure that he had provoked the worst person in this place.
It's just unlucky.
However, being targeted was inevitable. After all, his identity was so eye-catching that he immediately attracted the attention of Deputy Warden Lecter. Even if he humbly survived this time, he would probably still be troubled in the future.
Verak sighed secretly.
After going through the test of two months of intrigues and intrigues, now I am about to start the simple and crude physical torture with no end in sight.
If you look at it pessimistically, this is undoubtedly a kind of suffering; if you look at it optimistically, you have to regard it as an exercise.
If he was still under house arrest in the building of the Government Security Department, served with delicious food and drinks every day, Verak would definitely remain optimistic and just use his words anyway.
But since he was taken away, he first had to travel for three days and three nights, without good food or sleep, and was locked in a stuffy cabin. His whole body was soaked with stinking sweat, and he was vomiting until the sky was dark. Then he was pushed arbitrarily by the prison guards and was
With a loaded gun pressed against my lower back... It is not easy to remain optimistic and mentally strong even if I am in such a situation.
Verak, who was so tired that he could barely move a step, could not think of any thought that could inspire him.
Being held against the gun, sleepiness and nausea lingered in his mind. He only had one thought left and followed the team forward.
"Hey, are you from Lezein?" A prison guard noticed the young man who just dared to confront Lecter. "I just heard what the deputy warden said about your company? Your family is very rich? How did you get here?
What's the point? You must have made a big mistake, right? Otherwise, your family wouldn't have been able to watch you being locked up in this hellish place."
The tone was not concerned with comfort at all, but the prison guard was curious and wanted to use Verak's misfortune to pass the boring days and serve as a source of conversation after dinner.
Verak was too lazy to pay attention to him, just glanced at him and continued to walk forward.
"I'm asking you a question!" Seeing that Verak dared not answer, the prison guard immediately grabbed Verak's clothes and yelled at him.
In this prison, the guards are God.
Facing brutal criminals and troublesome political prisoners, they could only become more ferocious in order to suppress them, so over time they all became grumpy, impulsive and irritable.
"It's the deputy warden you just mentioned who has a mental problem. I will definitely see him again. Do you want him to know about this?" Verak, who had his clothes pulled away, threatened the prison guard, then took advantage of the prison guard's confusion and lifted him up.
He picked up his handcuffed hands, broke away the prison guard's hand, and started walking again unsteadily.
"What the hell..." The prison guard didn't expect that one day he would be shocked by the prisoner.
The prison guard who was responsible for keeping an eye on Verak witnessed what was going on. He laughed, held guns in both hands, and bumped the furious prison guard with his shoulder: "Be careful with your words and actions. That kid just came here and recruited people like this."
It's annoying, there will be a lot of hardships to come, don't worry about him."
"It's as if he told the deputy warden so and the deputy warden believed it." The prison guard snorted coldly and said he didn't agree, but he really didn't bother Verak anymore.
The dock is about one kilometer away from the prison, and they arrived at the gate not long after walking. After comparing the list and queuing up to register one by one, Verak and more than 20 other criminals were brought in one after another and stripped naked for sex.
Routine physical examination.
After ensuring that they had no obvious illnesses and hiding their belongings, they were removed from their handcuffs and anklets, and received prison uniforms and numbers.
Just when Verak had just changed into his prison uniform with the number '8196' printed on it, Deputy Warden Lecter came over after lunch.
The originally lax prison guards immediately straightened their backs and made way for Lecter.
"Chris." After Lecter came in, he immediately found Verak among dozens of prisoners wearing the same prison uniform.
"No. 8196, Thomas Cleese comes out!" As soon as Lecter finished speaking, the prison guard shouted diligently to help.
Verak moved from the position at the back of the prisoners to the front.
"Why do you look so listless?" Lecter approached, and when he was only half a step away from Verac, he immediately covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief with contempt and took half a step back, "Forget it.
, your slovenly appearance makes me not interested at all."
The other party didn't provoke him, so Verak didn't have any trouble to intensify the conflict. He didn't say anything and sniffed secretly. He had no conditions to take a bath in the past few days, plus he was in such a hurry and the environment was bad, it was inevitable that his body would stink.
"Take them away." Lecter looked disappointed, turned around and ordered the prison guards, "I remember that Robin Keating's house has always been empty, and no one wants to live with him, right?
He arranged to live with Keating and was not allowed to change rooms."
"Yes, Deputy Warden." The prison guard responded.
After Lecter stood far away, his face was still full of disgust: "Even if this is one of the worst prisons, you must maintain the most basic hygiene. I would like to remind you very kindly that every minute and every second of the next
Please do not emit any stench in front of me. This is higher than any other regulations in Dymans Prison."