Lecter was very curious about how this nobleman who had just come from Lezein would behave when faced with the huge gap. However, because Verak's body was so smelly, it seriously ruined his fun, so the plan of teasing and torture had to be temporarily suspended.
put on hold.
"See you tomorrow, everyone." He had plenty of time to relax, and Lecter had just made a big fuss at noon, so he was not in a hurry to trouble Verac now. He endured his temper and let go of his expectations for Verac.
Come tomorrow, and then strode away.
After the prison guard explained the various regulations of the prison, Verak and others were taken to the underground floor.
Dymans Prison has four floors.
The second underground floor has a solitary room for punishing prisoners and a warehouse for storing goods with low requirements.
There are interrogation rooms, prison cells, bathrooms, etc. on the basement floor.
There is a square, canteen, and work area on the first floor.
The second floor is the office and rest area for prison guards.
Eighty years ago, when the then government designed and built this prison, the estimated capacity limit was 1,000 criminals. But now the new government has thrown away all the criminals who gave it a headache, resulting in the number of criminals here
The number has surged to more than 2,000, which is seriously overloaded. And the number of criminals transported every year has always been higher than the number of criminals who died, so the operating pressure of the prison is still increasing year by year.
Severe overcrowding has resulted in extremely poor living conditions for prisoners, with the number of criminals placed in each cell being more than twice the original design intention.
Before being escorted to the island, Verak heard some news. It was said that the government had allocated money to expand the prison to ease the transportation pressure. However, before the money could reach the hands of the prison director to implement the expansion, it was reported to the relevant officials.
Ninety percent of the deductions were made. The warden's background was not deep enough and he was unable to expose it, so he could only use this small amount of money to install multi-storey bunks to accommodate the prisoners, making each cell extremely crowded, and the prisoners could hardly move after lying down.
place.
After Verak and his group of criminals were led down to the underground floor by the prison guards, a strong smell of sweat and urine hit their faces.
The prison guards have long been accustomed to escorting more than 20 criminals in the long and narrow corridor with expressionless faces. On both sides of the corridor are densely packed cells, and the small place that seems to only accommodate one or two people is actually crowded with four or five people.
Because of the stifling heat and lack of air circulation, most of the people took off their clothes and lay lifeless.
Those people's eyes were lifeless, and most of their bodies were skinny, as if they had lost their souls, with only the instinct of their bodies on the verge of collapse driving them alive.
The environment here is much worse than in the Tswold ghetto.
Verak was frightened and couldn't imagine what he would be like in the future.
"No. 8174, Otter, you are here." After walking for a while, the prison guard at the front stopped, opened the door of a cell where four people were crowded, and pushed the first prisoner in.
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"Is there any place to sleep here?" Otest felt suffocated as he was pushed in. A three-story bed took up almost half of the total area of four to five square meters.
Moreover, a criminal who was clearly being ostracized was huddled in the corner, while the other three criminals occupied a bed on the first floor, half asleep and too lazy to talk to the newcomer. What awaited him might be to lie down on the hard and cold ground to rest.
The prison guard didn't give any explanation. After locking the door, he led the team and moved on.
"Damn it, where is there room for people..." The prison guard responsible for placing criminals scratched his hair, crumpled the registration forms of each cell in the prison into a ball, and simply scanned them.
"Whatever, just throw them wherever there is room. Don't have any wishful thinking about arranging beds." Other prison guards are not concerned about placement issues. In their opinion, whether the living conditions of prisoners are poor has nothing to do with them.
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"No. 8175, No. 8176, you are here." The prison guard calmed down and stopped thinking about it. He walked a few steps forward and randomly selected a cell with four people.
, pushed the two of them in, "Six people can still sleep if they squeeze in."
It was already overcrowded, but now two more people were squeezed in without any explanation. The four criminals who had been living there for a long time all stared at the prison guards fiercely, but they did not dare to say anything.
Soon, more than 20 criminals were assigned.
After writing it down on the table, the leading prison guard turned around and looked at the last person, Verak: "You are lucky, you don't need to squeeze."
After he said this, the other prison guards burst into laughter.
Verak knew that he had done nothing good. Lecter named the cell he wanted him to go to, and also specifically stated that no changes were allowed. Then the environment in the cell must be worse than these, or the people living in it were very troublesome.
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"Let's go." The prison guard led Verak and continued walking forward until they reached the end of the corridor and arrived at the door of a cell that was just like any other cell, but with only two floors of beds.
The cell was clean, and a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties and had a kind face was reading a book.
"Number 8196, Thomas Cleese, you will be living with Robin Keating in cell 208." The prison guard opened the cell door.
The environment is very good, and this middle-aged man named Robin Keating doesn't really look like a bad guy.
Is this punishment?
Could it be that this old man is a well-disguised serial murderer, or a pervert with other bad habits?
After being pushed in, Verak became uneasy.
"There is a daily schedule on the wall. You live with Robin Keating, so you don't need to go to work, but you still have to do other things on time according to the regulations." The prison guard did not leave immediately, but gave additional instructions.
For some matters, "Just go to the toilet to report and wait for arrangements."
After explaining the simple situation, the prison guards responsible for placing new prisoners left.
Verak looked at Robin Keating. Although it was sweltering, he was still wearing a neat white shirt. He was simply the most decent prisoner in this prison: "Hello."
"Hello." Robin Keating put down the book long ago, sat on the bed and looked at Verak kindly, "You smell very strong, you should take a bath."
"Yes." Verak nodded awkwardly. This was the second person to say this today. He turned around and looked at the work schedule posted on the wall. It said that you can only take a shower at eight o'clock in the evening, "But you have to
Wait until eight o'clock in the evening."
"I don't think I can wait that long." Keating smiled.
Verac was slightly at a loss: "But I can't help it, I'm sorry. Also, I want to ask you a question, why don't I need to work when I live with you?"
Before coming over, the prison guard gave them a brief introduction to the basic conditions of the prison.
The labor of prisoners is an important part of the prison system. The government often only provides part of the funds to the prison. The prison needs to be responsible for its own profits and losses. Through the labor of the prisoners, it makes money to feed the operation of the prison, so there is no reason for him to be different from others.