Behind the bars, the silence of the night contrasts with the hustle and bustle of the day. This is Cell 202, a place full of stories and different destinies. It was nearly 8:30 p.m., and the horn for going to bed was about to sound. Here, sleep is not only rest, but also a temporary freedom, a luxury to withdraw from reality.
Twenty-one men lay horizontally on a 13-meter-long Chase bunk, their feet pressed against the wall, shoulders to shoulder, head to head, compact and orderly. In this small space, they find a peculiar equality. Here, whether you are an elderly person in your 60s or a young person in your 20s, whether you are charged with corruption or robbery, they all converge into a common identity - detainees.
Their minds are different, some close their eyes and ponder, maybe they are missing their distant family, or they are reflecting on their past. Those who open their eyes share each other's stories in the dead of night, talking about the good old days, or their hopes and fears for the future.
On this particular night, a condemned prisoner handcuffed his hands and feet shattered the silence. With all his strength, he raised his head slightly, and jokingly asked the new fellow in Shop 17: "Fellow, have you smoked for so long since the case-handling unit was arraigned today?" This sentence is like a pebble thrown into the calm surface of the lake, stirring up layers of ripples.
The villager at Shop No. 17 replied that during the arraignment, he asked the case unit for cigarettes, but was told that they did not smoke. Despite this, he managed to borrow five cigarettes, but he didn't even have room to hide the cigarette butts. This small victory allowed him to find a touch of warmth in this icy environment.
The inmate in Shop 13 then shared his own experience, saying that when he was arraigned, the police who handled the case even invited him to dinner, bought four fast foods, and treated him as a VIP. The story evokes a wave of envy and jealousy, but it also brings a touch of human warmth.
Not to be outdone, the cellmate at Shop 10 recounted his special treatment during the arraignment, and the magnitude of his case made the case unit pay special attention to him, and even invited him to eat steak and KFC. His story has made others realize that even in the worst of circumstances, there is a silver lining to be found.
However, the story of the condemned prisoner is heartbreaking. He described his painful experience at the arraignment, where he was addicted to drugs that forced the unit to borrow methadone to complete his confession. His story made others realize that no matter what the predicament they faced, there was always someone more unfortunate than them.
The anger and desperation of the condemned prisoners silenced the entire cell. His words, though sharp, also speak to the brutal truth that no matter what they are now, they will eventually face the same end. His eyes, like a sharp sword, pierced everyone's hearts and forced them to face their future.
On this night, everyone in Cell 202 found resonance, and their stories, although different, shared the same theme - humanity. In this forgotten corner, they found mutual understanding and respect, as well as the true meaning of life.
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As night fell, silence enveloped the detention center's 202 cell. Here, a large bunk is filled with 21 souls, shoulder to shoulder, feet against the wall, head to head, looking for their own peace in this narrow space. For them, sleep is not just rest, but a short-term freedom to escape from reality.
In a world of iron bars and concrete, each bunk carries a different story. Elderly people in their 60s, middle-aged people in their 40s and 50s, young people in their 20s and 30s, they gather here for various crimes. Embezzlement, bribery, fraud, drug trafficking...... Their crimes are varied, but they all face different stages of the criminal process: some have just come in, some have already been indicted, and some are awaiting final trial.
As the night deepened, the voices of conversation in the cell became muffled. Some people are meditating with their eyes closed, perhaps thinking about their distant loved ones, or thinking about their future. Those who are awake talk in whispers in the dim light, sharing their stories and experiences.
Suddenly, a voice pierced the silence of the night. It was a condemned prisoner handcuffed to Shop 6, and he struggled to raise his head and threw a playful question to the newcomer in Shop 17: "Fellow, did you smoke in today's arraignment?" "The question is like a pebble thrown into calm water, causing ripples.
The newcomer at Shop 17 replied that he had tried to ask for cigarettes from the unit during the arraignment, but was told that they did not smoke. Still, he managed to borrow a few cigarettes, although there was no room to hide them.
The inmate in Shop 13 then shared his treatment at the arraignment, saying that the police who handled the case even invited him to dinner, bought four fast foods, and treated him as a VIP. This small preferential treatment allowed him to find a trace of warmth in this cold environment.
Not to be outdone, the cellmate at Shop 10 recounted his special treatment during the arraignment, and the magnitude of his case made the case unit pay special attention to him, and even invited him to eat steak and KFC. His story has made others realize that even in the worst of circumstances, there is a silver lining to be found.
However, the story of the condemned prisoner is heartbreaking. He described his painful experience at the arraignment, where he was addicted to drugs that forced the unit to borrow methadone to complete his confession. His story made others realize that no matter what the predicament they faced, there was always someone more unfortunate than them.
The anger and desperation of the condemned prisoners silenced the entire cell. His eyes, though sharp, also reveal the brutal truth that no matter what they do now, they will eventually face the same end. His eyes, like a sharp sword, pierced everyone's hearts and forced them to face their future.
On this night, everyone in Cell 202 found resonance, and their stories, although different, shared the same theme - humanity. In this forgotten corner, they found mutual understanding and respect, as well as the true meaning of life.
Dear readers, what do you think of such stories? Feel free to leave a message in the comment section and share your views and feelings. Let's add a touch of human warmth to this story!
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