When he woke up in the morning, Ah Zheng dozed off while brushing his teeth. He was so swaying that he almost spat the foam on others.
It was Datun who had quick eyesight and quick hands and pulled him back, thus avoiding a fight.
Datun frowned and said: "Azheng, what the hell are you doing? Are you making yourself look like a living dead?"
"Insomnia, boss!"
Ah Zheng breathed uncontrollably, washed up quickly, barely kept his eyes open, and said feebly: "I've been having nightmares for several days in a row. Can you try?"
Datun snorted and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
I'm exhausted from working every day. I don't have any extra energy to have nightmares. This guy is talking nonsense again!
In fact, Azheng did not lie.
Ever since Gao Ning mentioned his son for no reason last time, he had all kinds of nightmares whenever he closed his eyes at night. As a result, he didn't sleep well for several days in a row. He was so angry when he worked that he was scolded several times by the prison guards.
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He didn't want to do this, but he couldn't control his thinking.
He wanted to cause trouble for Gao Ning, but he didn't dare, so he could only regret it secretly. What could he do to get in trouble when he had nothing to do?
If you don’t have a backer, you don’t have a backer! After all these years, are there still three years left?
I only blame myself for being obsessed with it!
He finished his breakfast in a self-conscious manner, and when he was about to go to the laundry room with Datun and others, a prison guard suddenly stopped him.
"48146, come with me to the punishment room."
Ah Zheng's heart trembled, and he forced a smile and said: "What's the matter, Sir? I've been very honest recently! Look, there are still traces of the plaster that was just removed on my leg!"
The prison guard was a little impatient: "Stop talking nonsense and come with me!"
After saying that, he turned around and left. Azheng hesitated for a moment, but followed him.
Datun and others looked at each other, not knowing what happened.
In the punishment room, Killer Xiong was sitting behind his desk, holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking at Azheng constantly.
Azhengze stood there cautiously with a smile on his face.
At this point in time, although the conflict between the two did not break out because of Lu Jiayao, a young man with a stupid head, they still disliked each other.
Don't look at Ah Zheng now, who is so polite and always smiles when he talks to everyone. He was not like this before. He only entered the prison room every three days.
It was a famous thorn a few years ago, but it has been suppressed recently.
But even so, when he sees Azheng's face, the killer will think of the troubles he caused in the past, and all kinds of old and new hatreds will surge in his chest.
Just abide by the rules, the killer hero cannot show it.
Ah Zheng also didn't like him, but now he was really worried.
Every time I was called to the punishment room, I was either punished or given an additional sentence. This was not a good place.
The two stared at each other for a long time. Killer Xiong couldn't bear it any longer. He took out a document from the drawer and threw it on the table.
"48146, due to your good behavior recently, the higher-ups of the Department of Corrections have specially granted you a three-day temporary parole, allowing you to go out and celebrate your son's birthday! Please read this notice carefully and sign it if there are no problems!"
Ah Zheng could hardly believe his ears, "Wha, what?"
Killer Hero understood his situation, but he was still too lazy to say anything. He reached out and clicked on the file, letting him read it himself.
Only then did Ah Zheng react. He stepped forward and grabbed the document in his hand.
He saw that it was indeed stamped with the seal of the Department of Corrections, and the content and instructions were similar to what Killer Hung said. When he saw the words three-day temporary parole on the top and the date below, he was so excited that he almost trembled.
He quickly grabbed the pen, signed it quickly, and then laughed uncontrollably.
"Hahaha, thank you section chief!"
Killer Xiong glanced at him, took the documents back and put them in the drawer: "Don't thank me, thank yourself! Now! There are only three days in total. You must return to your cell before six o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. There will be consequences for being late.
I don’t need to tell you what the consequences will be, right?”
"no, I'm fine!"
Ah Zheng waved his hand quickly, licking his face and said: "Section Chief, you see it's almost eight o'clock now, why don't you give me a few extra hours? Can you come back before ten o'clock?"
"What do you think?"
Killer Yuichi slapped the table: "Stop talking nonsense to me and get out of here!"
"Yes, sir! Get out of here!"
Azheng strangely saluted, and with a smile that couldn't be concealed, he rushed out like a gust of wind, dragging the prison guards towards the guard hall.
Watching his figure disappear, another prison guard said strangely: "Section Chief, when did temporary parole appear? Why have I never heard of it?"
Killer Hero said angrily: "I've never heard of it, who knows what kind of planes are flying up there! They are doing this all day long! They are just looking for things for us to do!"
When the section chief complained, the prison guard smiled and stopped talking.
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After signing, Azheng felt like he was stepping on clouds and his whole body was floating.
If the nightmares he had these past few nights were hell, then he was in heaven now.
Until he put on his casual clothes and walked out of the door, looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside, he still felt unreal.
He looked back at the tall barbed wire fence, tightened his belt, and strode towards the minibus stop.
squeak--
A gray car suddenly blocked his way, and the passenger window lowered.
"Zhong Tianzheng?"
Ah Zheng was stunned and bent down to look over.
I found that the driver turned out to be a young man wearing a red suit and dressed very coquettishly.
"Is it you? I'm asking you something!"
Ah Zheng nodded quickly: "It's me, are you...?"
"My name is Wuying, and someone asked me to pick you up! Get in the car!"
"oh!"
The figure of Gao Ning (puppet) flashed through Azheng's mind, and the joy on his face froze for a moment before he opened the car door and got in.
Wuying didn't wait for him to sit firmly, then stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped out!
Stanley is located at the southernmost tip of the island, very close to Repulse Bay. It cannot be said to be remote, but it is indeed sparsely populated.
But after passing this area, the prosperity of Hong Kong Island will gradually emerge.
Wuying sent him to Causeway Bay, stopped at a random interface, took out an envelope and handed it over.
Ah Zheng took it and asked, "What is this?"
Wuying shrugged: "I don't know either, I just asked me to leave it to you!"
"Okay!" Azheng nodded, knowing that he probably wouldn't be able to ask anything, so he simply stopped asking. He thanked him, opened the door and got out of the car.
Wuying didn't even say hello and drove away.
Ah Zheng looked at the direction in which the car disappeared, pondered for a moment, and slowly opened the envelope.
Inside is a note and ten thousand yuan.
Azheng looked at the banknotes and put them away with a bit of surprise. Then he opened the note and saw it said: "Have a good birthday and come back to help me in three days!"
Ah Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and the previous scenes flashed through his mind like lightning.
It turns out that Brother Tong was referring to this...
Since when did Changle have such influence?
Can such nonsense as temporary parole be achieved?
Will they be sent out for three days off from time to time in the future?
Azheng's mind couldn't control the associations he made, and all kinds of thoughts were flying around, leaving him stunned for a moment.
It took me a while to regain my senses and then I remembered what I was doing here.
He hurriedly stretched out his hand to hail a car.