My Charming Wife

He didn't dare to come over. This was our police officer, yet he was stopped. Of course, don't think that I'm very bold and brave. I'm just holding in my bladder until I lose all sense. Besides, I've already been beaten up a few times. Whatever, I will definitely take revenge on them secretly. When I have the ability, I won't believe that he would be so useless all his life.

The policeman went out, and a moment later another policeman came in. It was a policewoman who unlocked the chair and pulled me up. The handcuffs were still on.

Finally, I met a good person. This was strange, as I had to find a woman to take me to the toilet.

It was she who held me up to the door of the toilet. "You are a good person, and so am I," I said, "and even though I told you it was no use, I still have to say that I was wrongly accused."

Before she could answer, I went to the bathroom, where I had peed for thirty seconds. It's over. In addition to washing my hands, I also washed my face. My wet face was very painful. When I looked at them in front of the mirror, they were all swollen! Sigh, this fate was much worse than when he was in Yunnan. At that time, there was still freedom, and at least there was still self-respect. Now there was nothing but a pair of cold handcuffs.

I wanted to stay in the bathroom, but it was obviously unrealistic. When I went out, the person I saw was no longer a female police officer but a male police officer. Without any unnecessary words, I said, "Follow me."

I was so happy that I thought I'd let me go when I found out, because he was going downstairs. However, when he reached the lobby downstairs, he didn't walk through the main entrance. Could it be that he had a habit of letting people in through the back door? At that time, I felt that I was extremely stupid. If I was let go, I would have at least unlocked my handcuffs first, right? When I realized what was going on, a van was waiting for me, and I was shoved up.

"Where are you taking me?"

No one answered.

I asked several times, but still no one answered. None of them spoke, and their faces were as cold as stone. In the end, seeing that they didn't reply, I didn't bother to ask anymore. I would find out when I got there.

The van pulled out of the city and headed for the suburbs. After about half an hour, I knew where they were taking me! He was in a detention center, the number one prison in Hong Kong.

Looking at the sign of the jail, I couldn't help but panic. Although I have never been there, I have heard of many dark incidents. In any case, the treatment of criminals is much better than that of slaves. That's not the main point. The main point is that they sent me to the jail. Waiting to be sentenced? Am I too fast? Did you find out about it just like that? If I find out, wouldn't I be wrongly accused?

Before I got out of the car, I couldn't help but ask the police, "Did you find out?" If I am innocent, why should I be sent to a detention center? "

When no one answered, they escorted me out of the car and into a house. They walked down a corridor, stopped in front of an examination room, and pushed me inside. There were two men in the uniform of the jail. They were the guards. One of them closed the door and the other said coldly, "Take off all your clothes."

"What for?"

"Stop bullshitting. If I tell you to take it off, then take it off."

I looked at him a few times and felt that I couldn't resist, so I took off my underpants. I took off my underpants quickly, but it was obviously not enough. He pointed at my underpants, obviously indicating that I wanted to take them off as well, so I clenched my teeth and took them off.

They checked my clothes. They took everything out and put it in a sealed bag, including the buckles, and they took everything out. Nothing metal could be left. When they were done, they dressed me and took pictures of me. They wrote my name in a book and asked me to place myself at all places and take several pictures of my head as if I were watching a movie going to jail.

After taking my picture, one of the guards sat me down in a chair and gave me a haircut. He used a large tool to scratch my head a few times and it was done. There was no mirror, but I knew that it must be extremely ugly.

When I was done, they put me out of the way and worked on the computer until there was a knock on the door.

It was one of the policemen who brought me to the door. He said it was done, but he was holding a few sheets of paper in his hand. The guard gave a grunt indicating that it was about time. He then gave me a magnetic card in less than two minutes, telling me that the function of the card, as well as any living expenses and inquiries, required a magnetic card. There was money in the card, which was the value of the money in my wallet.

As soon as I finished explaining, another guard took me out of the examination room and into the room.

The room was about forty square meters. Outside, there was a patio, a small pond, and a row of cement washbasins. It had been there for quite some time, and there were gaps everywhere.

The interior of the house is for sleeping, there are eight iron beds neatly arranged inside, the quality isn't that great, and the moment I enter, I can smell a very unpleasant smell. When I look behind me, I realize that the toilet is at the back, with a low wall separating them.

There were fourteen people in the room, and they all looked at me with cold eyes when the gendarme led me in, except for a bald guy who walked up to the gendarme who had brought me in and said, "Brother Zhong, give me a cigarette!"

"No, this is a newcomer. Make some arrangements, I'm leaving!"

"Take care, take care." After the guard had left, the baldy spat out a mouthful of saliva and cursed, "What is it?" After cursing, he turned to me and asked, "What crime did you commit to come in here?"

"It's not a crime, I was wrongly accused."

The baldy laughed out loud. "Haha, who here isn't wronged? Everyone. "

"I was really wronged."

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and patted me on the head. "I'm asking you what you did. I'm not asking you if you were wronged."

I glared at him and coldly said, "Killing."

He kicked me. "Do you think I'm stupid? "Speak the truth."

"Rape, wronged."

"Rape?" The baldy turned to the other thirteen people and loudly said, "I am such a fool, why wouldn't I be fine?" Rape? What era was this? It's almost legalization of prostitution! "

"Idiot." To my left, a guy with a knife scar on his face said.

"Rape?" The baldy grinned and put his arm around my shoulders. "Let's go and arrange a good bed for you."

The bald man led me to the bed closest to the washroom. He said to the skinny man sitting cross-legged on the bed, "You're finally free. Hurry up and get out of here." When the petite man was done packing the mat and carrying it to the bed opposite, the baldy turned to me and said, "This is your bed, the regulations on the wall need to be carried on your back every day, there's nothing to eat if you can't carry it."

Give me the bed closest to the toilet. How do I sleep? The smell was so strong.

Seeing that I had an objection, the baldy sneered and said, "This is the treatment for newbies. If you are not convinced, then fight with everyone."

Fight? Only idiots would fight. Endure it!

I sat on the bed and closed my eyes. I wanted to shut my nose.

After an unknown period of time, a voice from outside shouted, "Collect!"

"Sure!" He took off his shoes and threw it at me, "Collect the things. Hurry."

Even though the baldy's shoes only hit my feet, I still glared at him fiercely before getting off the bed and heading out. However, my path was blocked halfway. The baldy's bed was right in the middle of my path to the outside.

I said, "What?"

The baldy said in a deep voice, "Pick my shoes back."

"On what basis?"

"Because you're new, because I'm the boss here."

I wanted to punch him in the face, but I didn't dare. I didn't pick up my shoes, of course. I saw a guard who threw a pile of things to the floor. There were thin quilts, towels, toothbrushes, cups, all the necessities of life. I picked it up and walked back. In the middle of the walk, I tripped over Scarface's foot. His bed was opposite the bald man, and I had to pass through it.

As I dozed on the floor, the fire in my heart sprung up. Originally I was in a bad mood, but now I was being bullied to such an extent that I couldn't care less about the consequences.

I quickly got up and threw myself at Dao Ba. I pinched his neck, bit him, and rammed him, using all the damaging attacks I could think of. Dao Ba shouted out loudly in pain, trying to get rid of me. I tightly held onto him, not letting go. In the end, Dao Ba shouted for help. Several people rushed over, pulling and pulling. The scene was extremely chaotic. Finally I heard a voice say, "Let me do it."

When I was separated, my head was struck hard, my vision went black, and I fainted …

When I woke up, I was no longer in the cell, but in a dark, pitch-black room. I was lying on the floor, and the floor was still wet, and then I knew why the floor was wet, and this was the punishment room, spraying water once an hour, and the water stank and was cold.

Squatting in the corner, he touched his head. It was a big bag and his mood was really bad!

The punishment of darkness didn't matter much to the listeners. Only after experiencing it personally did one understand how much pain it was and how little they could see. They didn't know if it was day or night outside, nor how much time had passed before they were locked up. I tried to shout, but it was no use at all, I couldn't hear anything but the echoes. Slowly, I gave up hope and sat motionless in the corner.

I hate, I hate He Xiaoying.

After an unknown amount of time, there was finally a sound from outside. Then, a few meters in front of me, a ray of light shone in. Then, a hand pushed over a white plate and said, "It's time for dinner!"

As I crawled over, I saw some withered yellow cabbage, a lump of rice, and a particularly unpleasant odor.

I squatted by the door, looking at the only white thing in the dark environment. After a long time, I reached out my hand to grab it. I couldn't help it. I was about to faint from hunger!

The first bite was hard to swallow.

In the second bite, he began to cry, crying as he ate. Grief rises in my heart. If someone had told me before that I would go to the jail and cry while eating a rotten meal, I would definitely think that he was crazy. At this moment, I am a lunatic, so I won't be able to remember anything.