Before entering the room, I glanced at the sign that said "Examination Room." When I entered, I saw three people, a doctor, and two policemen who didn't know what they were doing.
"New here?" The doctor is in his fifties. He is dressed in a very unconventional way. He wears a white coat and a pair of military boots. The most hateful thing is that he has a big toad mirror on his extremely charming face...
.Black drops...sunglasses!!!
"**...The Matrix??" Wang Mumu was stunned for a moment, and then said with a sigh.
"Take off the handcuffs, change into prison uniforms...check your body!" The doctor ignored us and said to the guards.
Then, we took off the handcuffs and looked at our wrists. We found that there was a bloody hole on the wrists and the palms were a little numb. I moved my wrists a little.
"Take off your clothes! Take off your clothes!!" This doctor is a bit weird. He just takes off his clothes, but he has to make an expression like I'm a pervert, and the corner of his mouth even trembles...
The three of us reluctantly took off our clothes. Since we were wearing shackles, our pants were down to our ankles.
Then the two guards started rummaging through our clothes to see if there were any contraband on us. When they found it in my trouser pocket, they took out the note that Hong Xin left for me and read it.
He glanced at it and put it back.
After a while, all the cigarettes, lighters, and other things on our bodies were turned out.
"Fuck...what a little girl!" The doctor glanced at Wang Mumu's little girl with disdain and said with disdain.
"The donkey's big! Look at the donkey's!!" Wang Mumu's eyes were a little red, and he was on the verge of bursting into intermittent mania.
"Put it out!! Stick your butt up!!" the doctor continued.
"What are you doing? You want to fuck me again?" Wang Mumu was really unhappy with such a degrading action...
"Snapped!!"
The discipline officer slapped Wang Mumu directly on the buttocks with a rubber stick, and then said fiercely: "***, here you are, you still have to be a dick!! You are not human beings here! You are animals!! Do you understand!!"
"Why are you beating him? Children, and you guys, stop inking and rush over!" The doctor first said a word for us, and then continued to urge.
Wang Mumu glanced at the guard, then gritted his teeth, and was the first to stick out his buttocks. Then I saw the doctor holding a piece of cotton with a large forceps of more than ten centimeters, applied some liquid, and then opened Wang Mumu.
Buttocks, inserted the cotton into it!!
"Pfft!!"
"ah!!"
Wang Mumu screamed, and I closed my eyes. It was so bloody...
"What the hell are you doing...it hurts so much!!" Ji Changzi, a sensible person, was obviously trembling!!
"I'm afraid you won't be able to poop, so I'll give you a laxative!!" A young policeman said while reading the newspaper without raising his head.
Later we learned that the detention center was extremely depressing. Newcomers were basically unable to speak a word for several days. The psychological pressure was so great that they could not pass stool for basically a week, which could lead to illness.
Also, once it's discharged... the smell... is so stinky... it's extremely smelly, and the prison cell is only thirty square meters with no ventilation, so basically every new person comes in,
Everyone has to do this.
"Uncle...be gentle...!" Jiguangzhi raised his buttocks...and ordered in a very soft voice.
"Well, it's very accurate...!" The doctor opened the buttocks again and inserted the wheel tweezers.
My fucking eyes narrowed to a slit. I wanted to see, but I didn't dare to fucking dare. I really regretted why I wasn't the first to be "poke". Watching like this put a lot of pressure on my psychology.
When he poked me, my asshole tightened... After a while in Nima Lane, my friend prolapsed his anus...
"..."
After the doctor stabbed three people in a row, the three of us basically didn't dare to walk with our legs together. There was nothing we could do, the anus was too refreshing...it felt like the wind was blowing...as if the mother had leaked.
After passing through the water, no contraband was found, and I checked my body again to confirm that there were no infectious diseases. Then I started to go through the formalities, held up a big sign with my name, and started taking pictures.
I have always felt that ***, the photographers in prison are more professional than those in *** photo studios. They require tricky angles, profile, front, back...
After everything was packed up, we put on our uniforms and finally walked into the cell... And my cell was the most violent and difficult-to-manage cell among the seven detention centers, 307 strict supervision!!!