If you sweat again, your body will become sticky again. You can't take a bath anytime and anywhere here. In order not to trouble Keating, Verak had to get out of bed and take off his shirt. After feeling a little refreshed, he climbed back and lay down.
On the bed with a small space.
"call……"
It's really too close to the ceiling.
The sense of depression was so strong that Verak felt his chest was tight and breathless. He tried closing his eyes to relieve the suffocation, but the effect was not good.
"call……"
Verak's chest heaved violently, and he gasped for breath, which finally relieved the chest tightness.
Gotta get out!
Gotta jailbreak!
Verak couldn't stay in this hellish place for a day. He had to find a way to get out of here, and he couldn't become a walking zombie like the other prisoners in the cell.
But when he was being taken to prison, he happened to hear the guards mention that a riot had just occurred at noon. Although the prisoners and the guards each suffered a lot of losses, judging from the behavior of the guards, it seemed that riots were commonplace and they would not let go at all.
In the heart.
Dymans Prison.
The meaning is as indestructible as diamonds. It is true that prisoners have never escaped here. Therefore, the government can safely throw away all the difficult prisoners. They know that the prisoners who come here have no chance of getting out alive.
Under such circumstances, how easy is it to escape? What Verak wants to do is impossible that no one has done in the past eighty years.
"Chris."
Verak lay there for about twenty minutes, thinking hard about his escape plan, when Keating called him and interrupted his thoughts: "Huh? Mr. Keating?"
"I have to pee," Keating said.
"Okay." Verak opened his eyes and got out of bed. After greeting the prison guard, he carefully carried Keating to the toilet and unbuttoned his belt.
"Just hold me from behind, and I'll do the rest myself." As the last step of urinating approached, Keating put Verak in the back at the right time.
Originally, Verak felt that what happened next was a bit embarrassing. After hearing what Keating said, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He came behind Keating, stretched his hands under Keating's armpits, lifted him up, and let Keating handle it by himself.
Follow-up.
The sound of water sounded, and Keating, perhaps in order to relieve the embarrassment, took the initiative to start a topic: "Where do you live in Lezein?"
"Western District." Verak said.
"The West District... shows that you are from a pretty good family," Keating recalled. "You are from a good family and yet you are going against the government? In my impression, this should be a matter for the bottom workers."
"Hmm..." Verak didn't want to discuss the philosophy of the Equality Society in this situation, so he just responded perfunctorily.
The sound of water gradually stopped, Keating shook his head and tied his belt again: "Let's go."
Verak carried Keating to the bathroom, washed his hands, and returned to cell 208.
"Thank you." Keating was carried to the bed by Verak. This time he didn't pick up the book on the pillow. He just sat there with a kind smile.
"It's okay." Verak waved his hand.
"You...are only twenty-four years old?" Keating asked.
Twenty-four is Chris's age. In fact, Verak is two years older than Chris, but since he is still replacing Chris, there is no need to go into details about his age. He nodded: "Yes, how about you?"
"Twenty-nine years older than you." Keating smiled peacefully, and then sighed. I don't know if he was sighing that he was already old, or it was a pity that Verak was imprisoned here at such a young age.
Verak calculated in his mind and followed the topic and asked: "How long have you been locked up here?"
"Two years," Keating said.
"Your legs..."
"I was disabled before I was imprisoned." Keating gently placed his hands on his thighs. Due to lack of exercise, his leg muscles had atrophied. "In the past two years, the person responsible for taking care of me has changed hundreds of times.
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Finally we got to the point of the conversation.
Verak had wanted to ask this for a long time.
When Deputy Warden Lecter arranged for him, he specifically said that he was not allowed to apply for a change of cell. According to Lecter's desire to rectify his own psychology, the cell he went to should be very bad. But the fact is exactly the opposite. 208
The cell is not crowded, the environment is good, and you don't have to work. You only have to take care of a paralyzed prisoner who seems to have a good temper.
Taking care of prisoners is not too easy compared to work, because when the prison guard introduced the work, he said that the daily working hours exceed 16 hours. Except for resting, eating, and relaxing, you must be in the work area uninterrupted the rest of the time.
Different areas produce cloth, blankets, and leather shoes respectively.
This is no different from the capital factories that were not restrained in the past. However, the Equality Association held a demonstration a year ago to force the government to introduce corresponding bills, which improved the treatment of workers to a certain extent. And the prisoners in Damans Prison
They are people who will never be released. No one cares about them and no one defends them. The prison guards will naturally squeeze them to the extreme.
Before Verak became a photographer, he worked in a steel mill near the slums with his then friend Demps. He knew very well how tiring it was, so he couldn't understand Lecter's tone.
He seemed to be saying that this place was very bad and that Verak would not be able to stay any longer.
If it is really what he said, then there must be something more terrifying than oppression in Keating in Cell 208 that Verak doesn't know about.
"Why have so many batches been changed?" Verak didn't miss it and asked immediately.
"Why do you think it's because of this?" The words were on his lips, but Keating didn't speak out for a long time, and asked Verak to guess with great interest.
"Do you think taking care of you is more tiring than working?" Verak knew it was definitely not because of this, but he really couldn't think of the reason, so he could only give it a random guess.
"Haha..." Keating shook his head, "You will know soon."
The sale started again.
Verak felt that he had been teased, but he was not annoyed by it and remained polite: "I hope I won't be replaced."
"I hope." Keating stared at Verak and said.
Keating still refused to reveal the most critical issue, and Verak had no choice but to go back to bed and plan to escape from prison while he still had some free time.
Suddenly, the whistle sounded, followed by the prison guards shouting roughly: "Get up! Get ready to work!"
There was a commotion in other cells, and the number of prison guards also increased greatly. They began to open the doors one by one and escort the prisoners to the work area on the first floor.
"Half past one." Keating turned to look at the door, "Their working time is up."
Verak looked at the work schedule. There was no work marked on the schedule in their cell.
"The date will not be disclosed to the prisoners here, and there will be no specially installed clocks, so the specific time of the day can only be known from the fixed arrangements." Keating said when he saw Verak studying the timetable.
Verak didn't want to lose his sense of time one day, so he silently remembered today's date.