There are no death pits in any of the detention centers in our city. There are only seven places like this that have a corner like this.
As the name suggests, the death pit!! It is a special sleeping place for death row inmates who are about to be executed after receiving the court verdict!
This corner receives dozens of death row inmates every year. It is a place to witness crime! A place to witness life and death! This is a corner full of suffering and despair!!
No one can understand how it feels to sleep in this place. Once you fall into the death pit, your life will enter a countdown... There is a danger of being dragged out and euthanasia at any time...
Is death scary?? I don’t think it’s the scariest thing...
The most terrifying thing is knowing that you are going to die...but being unable to resist and waiting quietly for death to come...
Life is worse than death! Who can explain these four words so thoroughly? I think only these death row prisoners...
It's very fucking unfortunate that I have to play the role of a death row prisoner. I can't help it. Who the hell made me offend the person on duty?
I was placed in the middle position among the three death row inmates by the fat office worker, and I lay down. My heart was beating at 18,000 beats per second!!
Yes, I'm scared!! I feel like what's lying next to me is not a person, but a corpse, a lethal corpse. What if they are stupid and strangle me while I'm sleeping?
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Moreover, my quilt was extremely dirty and the fishy smell was extremely strong, which made me feel nauseous. Why was there such a fishy smell?
In fact, it is very simple. Some of these people have not touched women for at least a few months. They masturbate under the covers and have wet dreams while sleeping. There are too many such situations.
There are also those who haven’t washed their feet for more than a month! Those who haven’t taken a shower! This *** bedding is a small 731 poison gas reservoir... The toxicity is quite damn strong!!
After we lay down with the three death row inmates, I took another look at the others, and then felt a lot more mentally balanced, because the four of us were not the worst off yet!!
Which ones are the worst, the prisoners with the least status, do you know how they sleep???
There must be at least four people tucked into a single quilt!! Four people! Is there any!! They are standing up!! Just like Oreo! They are stuck together tightly!
The bodies of four people cannot bend, and their chests must be pressed against their backs! There is no gap at all in the middle, and then a single quilt is placed on top! Just fucking sleep...
It’s July now!! It’s the hottest time in the Northeast, how fucking uncomfortable it is to sleep! After a night’s sleep, your body feels like you’ve just taken a shower, it’s all covered in sweat!!
And I thought very dirty! What if they have a "morning erection"? Will the penis that is propped up automatically penetrate the previous person's asshole?
Unfortunately, when I was released from prison, I didn’t solve this mystery in my heart because I had never slept anywhere!
After all the prisoners lay down, only two of them were still awake. They stood in the middle of the shop in a daze. One of them held a big pair of underpants in his hand and kept shaking them with his hands. These two pairs of underpants were fat and working.
For thin men, this approach is similar to Wang Mumu’s bathing and ejaculation!
That's right, it means hand drying!! I heard that if the underwear at work is still wet tomorrow morning, they will have ten mouths each...
Later I learned that these two people are called "night shifters"! They are mainly responsible for safety at night! They are to see if anyone hits the wall, bites his tongue and commits suicide, or if anyone takes revenge on others at night!!
I have always thought that these two people are just *** decorations. Their main function is to throw off their fucking pants. Whoever commits suicide will let them find out...
I didn't turn off the lights when I slept at night, and the dim chandelier was still bright. I was scared, and felt that the chandelier was too dazzling. In addition, I was mentally disturbed, so I couldn't fall asleep at all. I kicked off the quilt and tossed and turned on the floor.
The cell was extremely quiet. Suddenly, just when I was tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, I heard a bit of a gritty voice behind me.
I turned around and was shocked. I saw the old man with his fingers against the wall and his eyes looking straight at me...
"Sir..." I was frightened by his stare, so I spoke in a low voice and stuttered a bit.
"Can't sleep?" the old man asked me.
I nodded, and then asked in a frightened voice: "What are you doing?"
"Haha... It's like writing a will...!" I don't know why, but looking at the old man's smile, I felt very miserable.
I continued to look at him in confusion, and then he continued to smile and pointed at the wall.
I followed his fingers and looked over, and saw some small words densely written on the wall. I could see that these small words were twisted and twisted, and they should have been carved with fingernails.
"The sky tomorrow will be black...!"
"Twenty years later, I will still be a man!!"
"I don't...want to die...really don't want to die!!"
"Dad, Mom, my son is unfilial... take the first step...!!"
"Girl...Daddy is leaving tomorrow...Are you asleep at this time...I don't know if you wet the bed yet...I don't know if you can call me "Daddy".
.."m1314...!"
"..."
There are at least four to five hundred words like this on the wall, some are sad, some are pranks, some are bragging, and they are all in different styles. But these words have one thing in common, that is, the person who carved these words,
I have to leave this world early the next morning...whether it will be hell or heaven...no one knows!!
I glanced at the old man again, only to see the old man, squinting his eyes, carefully carving a poem on the wall with his nails.
"Nian, let's go on an outing when we have some free time...!"
"Look at the sunset setting in the west, the wind blows, but the traces remain the same!"
"Decades of working together have left no stories!"
“Life is more about children and daily necessities!”
"Tomorrow, when I walk to the execution ground, I will try to relax..."
"Here, let's borrow a touch of sunset to beautify the long years!"
"Oh, my wife...the great revenge has been avenged, and you and I...will meet in heaven!!"
"Leave a message on xx month, xx day, xx year!!"
The old man carved one stroke at a time, carving with great force! His fingers were scratched, and drops of blood dyed the blackened wall red...
The bright red blood, the black walls, the desperate verses... This picture has always stayed in my mind. Every time I grow older, the picture becomes clearer...
These are the last few words the old man left in this world, which may not contain much reluctance and fear of death, but only a few crosses, expounding his life...
"Go to sleep, haha!" The old man said to me with a smile without wiping the blood from his fingertips. Then he closed his cloudy eyes and shed the last tear of his life.
For some reason, my nose felt sore and I shed tears. I didn’t know whether I was crying for the old man or why I was crying.
That night, I didn't sleep for a minute. I read the small words on the wall carefully...