Chapter 2: Roommates
The Oshi room is small, but it is also a society. We are not many, twenty or so people. In this small society, there are spokesmen for correctional officers to "convene", "convene" with "qi'er", "generals" below, and the lowest level of management is "thugs". The rest are, of course, the ordinary masses, the objects of domination. Because of my deep sins, I reject all worldly things. I heard some gossip outside the detention center, I knew the rules of the game, I knew the tricks of the people inside, such as "hide and seek", "eat chaos", and even sodomy. Novices, always fooled, are the object of the whole. So I was thrown into the detention room, so I grabbed a pair of chopsticks, I claimed to be a murderer, I ate for a while, I enjoyed all privileges, whoever bullied me, I will put this pair of bamboo chopsticks into his eyes. Four shocks in one word. Since then, everyone and I have been at peace.
What are the roles of my roommates? I'll just say a few words and give you a brief introduction. Fang Sheng, who lived in the innermost part of the cell, because he lured a lady from a flower tea shop for more than two thousand yuan, when he left, he was discovered by the miss, and there was a dispute between the two sides, and Fang Sheng grabbed the turn on the ground with his hand, resulting in the life of the miss. Fang Sheng, who is also a murderer, is just like me. The one next to Fang Sheng, tall, with a high nose and wide face, dark skin, curly hair, and a putrid smell on his body, was a Yi prisoner with a Han name, called Li Situo. This dude, who doesn't know how to type, has long done is to live in the middle of the night three times over the wall, grab a mobile phone, carry a wallet or something, there is nothing earth-shattering. A drug addict slept next to Li Situo, this benevolent brother Liu Li, is a dirty guy, because of drug use, eight parties looking for money, actually QQ to recruit prostitutes, temporarily hooked up with a bar wine seller sister, pretending to be a big money, not only cheated the wine seller sister more than a thousand dollars, but also raped the little sister. Finally, when Liu Li tricked the third wine seller into the bed in the family room and was preparing to do something bad, the plainclothes policemen who had been stalking for many days rushed into the room and dragged Liu Li out of bed. The police were assisted by Liu Li's parents, who hated their son's terrible crimes. Wu Si, small flat head, rosacea, wearing a pair of glasses, of course, the glasses of the detention center can only be plastic lenses, emaciated, short, less than one meter six, like a mini little man, a technical job of opening the lock, according to his boy's efforts to brag, there is no lock he can't open. The man in the middle of the bed, tall, big, with bright eyes, the green tendons on his hands bursting, the rough voice, the good hand on the motorcycle, and a small accomplice to see the local tycoon wearing large earrings or golden dog chains, always quietly approaching, taking advantage of the fact that people are not prepared, tearing off the gold and silver treasure and banging the oil. They always wear helmets when they commit crimes, and when they are unlucky, they really can't escape being caught by the chasing police or the bold people, so they fucking recognize one, so they are regular customers in the detention center, they go out in a few months, and they have squatted in the detention center many times back and forth. There are also pimps in the roommates, and the casino "water releases".
The dozens of square meters of burrows where we live are full of talents and elites, and of course, the police officers in the detention center will say that our scum is mixed. But what can be done? Others look down on us, we always have to look up to ourselves.
Life in the Oshi room is boring, and the most relaxing part of the day is watching the evening news. We don't care about national events, because we spend a lot of time passing, and we know the most fashionable news events and some of the trivialities in the streets and alleys. When we wake up in the morning, our most important ceremony is the roll call at 8:50. Everyone stood up straight, answering in a loud voice. Next, occasionally, cadres will come to recite the supervision rules. Good luck, good luck, stuttering; if the answer is not what you asked, your trouble will be great, and you will be in big trouble.
In our free time, we also set up our own ad hoc courts, which act as judges, prosecutors and police officers. Every man must confess to the crimes in which he was imprisoned so that we may sentence him to his sentence on the merits and the crimes. Even illiterate people will take the initiative to study the law, of course, the crimes and relevant provisions of the Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China, so as to understand how big they have committed. The Criminal Procedure Law of the People's Republic of China is rarely ignored.
Apart from three meals a day, we have nothing to look forward to. A bowl of bleach person's bleach soup let us know that life in the detention center is destitute. The bleaching soup is white boiled winter melon, and there is not a little bit of oil on the soup noodles. Day after day of drifting soup, the only thing that changes is that the winter melon in the soup becomes a pumpkin, and the pumpkin becomes a radish. We are hungry and we have no choice. When we have free time, we exchange skills with each other so that when we go out, we can have the ability to survive. Occasionally, some roommates will leave us after the verdict takes effect, some will generously give us rotten clothes and pants, and some will transfer the remaining money in the passbook to us. We can have money to buy daily necessities and even improve our food. The so-called passbook is the money given to you by your loved relatives and friends on a side note.
How did I fall to the point of being a scumbag? You're curious! A prisoner waiting to die. It has been a long time since my first instance trial, the city intermediate court held a trial, and finally by means of cruelty, joint crime, and my beloved Xiaoxue and I were sentenced to death.
I remember that on the day the verdict was pronounced, I was dragged to the criminal court of the City Intermediate Court, and on the stage was a serious judge, and a young prosecutor with a full of vigor, and offstage, there was an angry crowd, I didn't know anyone, I thought, it must be the relatives and friends of the dead, and maybe there were many idle people who watched my jokes. Although I knew my fate the day I was caught by the police, I had long been mentally prepared, but when the judge solemnly knocked down the gavel and announced my death sentence, there seemed to be a jolly above my head, and I felt a "buzzing" in my ears, and I almost fainted. If it weren't for a few majestic bailiffs who helped me in time, I would have fallen to the ground and foamed. Save me, God! I was crying inside, I don't want to die. But I know, this is a sin deserved, complaining! Who can I blame? Xiaoxue and I stood in the defendant's seat, and I quietly looked at her, thin Xiao's pale face, a few strands of loose hair hanging down, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, as if reminiscing, thinking.
Longquan Swordsman
May 11, 2021