Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 125 Terrain and Recognition

  October 3rd.

   After breakfast and the lunch box was taken away, Veraker knew that the time was approaching nine o'clock at one o'clock, so he had no intention of sitting down, and wandered back and forth in the small cell.

   Keating, who was imprisoned without seeing the sun much longer than Veraker, smiled lightly as always, and did not show any excitement because he could leave here soon.

   "Lecter should send someone to watch us openly or secretly. Don't do anything rashly on the first day, and move forward with the plan after getting used to it." Keating instructed.

   "Understood, teacher." Verak came to the bed frame, "Teacher, let me take down the wheelchair for you first."

   "What's the rush, it's still half an hour before nine o'clock." Keating leaned forward and patted Veraker, "Sit down first."

  Verak put his hands on his hips and looked out of the cell door.

"This is the problem you need to overcome most now. You have to learn to be a little patient." Seeing that Veraker was unwilling to sit down, Keating pointed out Veraker's problem calmly, "It's useless to worry about some things, so you have to Think about the meaning of everything you do in a hurry."

   "...Sorry, teacher, I'm too excited." Verak sat down, "I really want to look outside...I want to go out too much..."

"I, like you, couldn't bear this kind of life when I was first locked in, because there was really nothing in sight, and all the information that could be absorbed was squeezed out in the first ten minutes of being locked in. What is the future? It is a day, a month, a year, a lifetime, repeating day and night. Not only can I not bear the present, but I dare not imagine the future."

  Verak listened carefully.

"I don't think that every experience in our life is predestined, so don't take it for granted, but face it." Keating found that Verac couldn't completely calm down, and said solemnly, "It's a battle here, we're fighting bad food, we're fighting infectious disease, we're fighting everything that threatens life, and we're fighting loneliness. It is easy to be caught by the opponent in a certain round, which leads to defeat."

"Yes…"

Keating continued: "Although I am much older than you, I was imprisoned here for two years before I learned something. What I want to do is to tell you what I know so that you don't have to spend a lot of time doing it. Repeated groping."

"I will try to stabilize myself, thank you." Veraker knew that Keating had been emphasizing the importance of this point. In fact, he performed well when he was in Laizein, but here is completely different from Laizein. All kinds of emotions will be magnified, and may get out of control over time.

   "Yes." Keating nodded slightly. He knew that in an extremely harsh environment, it was very difficult to learn to face the light that was close at hand calmly. Verak also needed a little bit of adaptation.

   "Like fighting?"

   "Think about it yourself."

  Verak thought about it.

  He felt that Keating used fighting as an example and used fighting to give answers. This angle is very ingenious, and it is very suitable for people like him to understand, because when he was in Laizein, he fought all the time.

"...I understand." Having survived the torture that no one was optimistic about, and the first step of the escape plan was realized, Verak thought he had done a good job before, but now he also realizes that, subtly, he My emotions are also affected by the environment, becoming anxious and extreme.

  This man, who has experienced many ups and downs, has so much to learn from him.

   For the next half an hour, Veraker tried his best to stay calm and looked up to Keating.

  At the beginning of nine o'clock, two prison guards with guns that Vilak had never seen before opened the door of Cell 208 and let them out.

  Verak asked the prison guards to put Keating on the back of the wheelchair, and then under the **** of the prison guards, he pushed the wheelchair out of the basement floor and returned to the main floor.

  The first floor is mainly divided into three areas, namely the cafeteria, work area, and square. This was informed by the prison guard early in the morning, but it was just a coincidence that Veraker was locked up with Keating, and he never had the chance to learn more about it.

After pushing Keating up from the stairs on the basement level, there were three passages on the left, right, and front. Verak looked straight ahead, and there was a corridor guarded by four prison guards with guns every 20 to 30 meters. He deliberately slowed down the heavy iron gate, and counted seven open gates.

  The last door about 200 meters away from them was shining inward. That is the only exit, which means freedom.

   On the twelfth of last month, Veraker came in from there. It was just that he was in a very bad state of mind when he was running around for several days, and he didn't pay attention to these things at all. Now, after half a month, he had the opportunity to learn this information again.

  The distance of 200 meters, seven doors, and thirty prison guards are quite tricky.

   There is no doubt that you have to leave here to escape from prison, but even if a large number of prisoners riot at the same time, they will be blocked by the prison guards who react behind and close the doors in time after rushing through three or four doors at most. If the blocking time is a little longer, it will be a dead end when other prison guards arrive.

  So it is not advisable to attack rashly, and there is no possibility of success.

   After quickly absorbing the information, Verak looked around, pretending to be at a loss, and tentatively pushed Keating to the left: "Is this here?"

  The corridor on the left also has an iron gate every twenty or thirty meters, a total of two. The number of prison guards in front of each door is the same as that of the front passage, four.

   "Right." The prison guard said coldly.

   The square is on the right.

   "Okay." Verac turned the wheelchair and pushed it to the right. On the right is also a long corridor with three doors. On both sides of the promenade are canteens, and at the end is a square for venting.

  The left side should be the workspace.

  There are two doors in the working area, three doors in the square, and seven doors in the exit. There are four prison guards in front of each door.

  In the ten seconds between climbing the stairs to the first floor and starting to push Keating towards the square, Verak had a preliminary understanding of the terrain and basic information.

   Simply describe the pattern of the first layer, which can be directly regarded as the letter T. It consists of two main passages. The intersection of the two passages is a staircase leading to the first floor or the first floor. The short one is flanked by work areas, cafeterias, and squares, and the long one is At the end is the exit.

  Because of the existence of multiple iron gates, the two corridors were directly divided into more than ten sections. Once a prisoner riot occurs, each section can be closed as soon as possible to control the riot to a minimum, and then all that is needed is to wait for support and suppress it.

  In this special prison where riots occur frequently and prisoners are seriously overloaded, resulting in insufficient prison guards, segmental closure is undoubtedly the best choice.

  From the stairway to the entrance of the square, there is a distance of about 80 meters. Because there are too many people, the canteen also adopts a partition management method. The two sections separated by iron gates are canteens on both sides.

  After passing through three gates and arriving at the entrance of the square, the prison guards were escorted to handover with the prison guards at the entrance, and Veraker was able to push Keating in formally.

  Just standing at the entrance and looking at the sky outside, Verak couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, and Keating's face that had been worn down by the years was also full of vicissitudes.

  Pushing the wheelchair in, Verak took a deep breath of the outside air and looked up at the cloudless sky.

   There was a bit of stench in the air, but it was better than the prison cell on the basement floor with little air circulation. Verak felt refreshed, and his clear eyes reflected the blue sky and the longing for freedom.

   Keating raised the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes and enjoyed the sunshine. He hasn't seen the sun for nearly two years, his body has become very weak, he lacks resistance, and his skin is abnormally white.

  The other prisoners came earlier than Veraker and the others, and they were wandering casually as usual, chatting about repetitive and boring topics. When they saw Veraker pushing Keating in the wheelchair, their eyes were attracted.

  Verak, who was in a happy mood, looked at the sky and became more determined in his heart. He glanced at the other prisoners, pushed Keating deep into the center of the square, and glanced at the wall.

  The entire square is about the size of the football field where Veraker and Carmine watched football. Surrounded by a fence as high as six to seven meters, there is a sentry post every ten meters or so on the wall. There is a prison guard with a gun standing on each sentry post. Looking around, there are at least 30 people.

   "Teacher, how do you feel?" Verak wrote down all the important information and asked Keating how he felt.

   "Very good." Keating answered very briefly.

   "From now on, you can come out every day, more sun exposure will also be good for your health." Verak pushed and looked at the prisoners who gradually surrounded him out of curiosity.

  The release of the entire prison was divided into two batches, that is, each batch had about a thousand people. Thousands of prisoners gathered in the not-so-large square, and it was quite crowded.

   "Keeting? How did you come out?" A prisoner recognized Keating and asked in surprise.

   "Lecter allowed me to come out for two hours every day." Keating replied.

   "Why? You have been imprisoned in 208 for many years, right? Did you tell the whereabouts of the gold?"

  Although there were only a hundred prisoners who lived with Keating in the past two years, almost none of the more than 2,000 prisoners in the entire prison did not know him. The whereabouts of gold, Keating's identity, these are the topics of their chat.

  When a prisoner guessed that Keating had revealed the whereabouts of the gold and was arranged for a release, more prisoners gathered around and asked questions in a hurry.

   "Where is the gold? Tell us about it."

   "Then are you about to be released?"

   "Is this person Keating's new roommate? Did he ask?"

   "Impossible, Keating should say it himself. If he could say it because of others, he would have been released long ago."

  Listening to the noisy inquiries and discussions, Keating did not speak.

   This is a good opportunity to communicate with other prisoners. Veraker was trying to find a reason to prevaricate, but a sudden exclamation interrupted him and others.

   "Isn't this Keating's roommate, Chris? The one who tortured Lecter for ten days!"

   "You're Chris?!"

   "I remember he was seriously injured? Why did he stand up so quickly and push Keating over to let the wind go?"

   "How did you carry it for so many days? Tell us."

  The prisoners immediately turned their attention to Verak. In the past half month, Veraker was the most talked about figure in the prison, especially during the few days when he was tortured by Lecter, the whole prison was even full of gambling, betting that he would die one day.

  Every day he lasted, he shocked the other prisoners. Until the end, everyone was not even betting, but hoped that he would persevere, as if if he persevered, it would be everyone's victory.

  Victory what? What did you win? No one knows, they just think it's a struggle, something they can't do.

  In the end, Verak survived and began to slowly recover from his injuries. Lecter did not target him any more, and the degree of discussion subsided little by little.

  Now, this man who was scarred and scarred stood up in just ten days, subverting their cognition once again. What a tenacious body, what a tenacious will this requires?

   Only those who have personally experienced it can understand the power of Verak.

   "I'm Chris." Verac admitted his identity.

  Suddenly, the admiration and even admiration eyes of the prisoners gathered on him.

   "Aren't you going to die?"

   "How on earth did you do it?"

   "Why doesn't Lecter stop torturing you all of a sudden?"

  Some prisoners asked Veraker about things he didn’t want to recall, and Veraker didn’t know how to answer. He still had unhealed wounds under his clothes. As long as he recalled the past, there would be faint pain from those wounds.

   "Good job!"

  Among thousands of words, Verak only heard one special compliment.

  He looked at the crowd, searching for the person who said these three words, but he couldn't find it.

   "You don't need to know what I have experienced and what I have done." Verak replied loudly, "Standing here is the answer to all questions."

  The prisoners froze.

   "I didn't tell the whereabouts of the gold, and it was Chris who won it for me to come out to let the wind go." When it was quiet, Keating briefly explained the reason for appearing here.

   When Verac heard Keating's words, he immediately understood Keating's purpose.

  He endured Lecter's torture for ten days, and he was able to stand up after ten days and fight for the prisoner's right to be released.

   These three things that were impossible to achieve, are now being done by him one by one.

   Not to say that he will be admired and admired by everyone, but at least he will be recognized and convinced.

  Verak's escape plan included joining other prisoners. If a good and trustworthy image can be established in their minds early, it will be of great help to future cooperation and jailbreak.

   Sure enough, Keating said that he was able to come out because of Veraker, and the prisoners looked at Veraker differently.

   This was really beyond Veraker's expectations. He didn't expect his previous persistence to achieve such a repercussion here, which accidentally helped him lay the foundation for an important part of the escape.

  With such an aura added to his body, it will be much easier than Verak imagined to unite with other prisoners.

   "Huh..." There was noise in his ears, Verak let out a long sigh of relief, and smiled at Keating.

  (end of this chapter)