Chapter 211: This Prison Is Great.

The lights in the prison are always clear and bright, illuminating every corner, as if this is the brightest place in the world, where the lights will never go out and there will never be soil for darkness to take root.

In the corridor, heart-wrenching screams were heard from time to time, and the sound was even more shrill than yesterday, which made Feng Mu feel very uncomfortable.

"Can you hand over the money tomorrow? I will give you one last chance. You should organize your sentences and answer me again."

"No money, you should know what it means to be poor in the second prison, right?"

The crackling electric batons were swung heavily, like the dice of fate, randomly falling on the heads of each prisoner.

Bones were broken, blood was splattered, and the whole prison filled with a strong smell of blood turned into a slaughterhouse.

Some livestock were severely injured and wailed on the ground, while others were beaten to death and their bodies were taken away for burning.

Others knelt on all fours, begging for mercy and were severely scraped off a layer of oil and water, making them skinny and bony, and living a life worse than death.

In just one day, the prison had no idea how many electric batons were broken. There were even two unlucky prison guards whose electric batons exploded, shattering their palms and half their arms.

This incident reduced the screams in the corridor, and the frequency of prison guards swinging electric batons decreased significantly, which gave many prisoners a chance to breathe.

At noon that day, the prison logistics and security department received many applications for replacing electric batons.

Feng Mu patrolled the corridor, watching the prison guards who were carried out on a stretcher, with broken arms and screaming miserably, with a look of compassion on his face and a sympathetic look.

Wang Cong walked out of the captain's office and slowly walked behind Feng Mu. He watched the stretcher leave with a solemn look, and subconsciously clenched the electric baton in his hand.

"You're back. Did the talk with the warden go well?" Feng Mu asked in a gentle voice.

Wang Cong imitated Feng Mu and forced a sincere smile on his face: "Well, it's going well!"

The two smiled at each other. In this bloody corridor, they were like two "fellow travelers" who were untainted by the mud, and they exuded a clear and fresh air that was very different from this prison.

"Feng Mu?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"Thank you, you helped me find the light in the second prison."

"You're welcome, help each other."

The two nodded as if they sympathized with each other, avoiding each other's gaze, and then looked around at the bodies dragged out of the cells, their eyes flashing with depth and coldness that each other had not seen.

"It's great, why have I never found this prison so beautiful before, but it doesn't matter, in the future, I will be the one who makes this prison better." Wang Cong murmured in his heart.

"It's great, there is an alluring fragrance everywhere, just wait until the transformation is completed, I can bring it to the table and eat it all bit by bit." Feng Mu's heart was full of longing.

"You help me take over the shift. I'll go back to the room to get the computer and operate the money in the account." Wang Cong's voice became confident and confident when he spoke to Feng Mu.

There seemed to be a red line in Feng Mu's dark pupils. He glanced at the electric baton on Wang Cong's waist and replied with a smile: "Of course."

Wang Cong turned back to the duty room and quietly locked the door after entering.

He was the one who worked the most night shifts in the A prison area, and was also the one who was most familiar with this duty room.

With almost no effort, Wang Cong found two thermos in the neatly arranged lockers.

They lay quietly in the corner of the cabinet, one emitting faint heat, and the other was cold to the touch.

He carefully took out the two thermos one by one and gently unscrewed their lids. One thermos was empty and clean, while the other was full, and the aroma of food filled his nose.

Wang Cong just sniffed it gently, and the fragrance passed through his senses like an electric current, arousing the restlessness deep in his body, and his tongue could not help but secrete saliva.

"This rice smells so good. It must be filled with precious medicinal materials or condiments. It must be expensive."

Wang Cong gently rubbed his dry eyes, and an inexplicable irritation spread in his heart. He tightened the lid of the lunch box with force, and then stuffed it back into the cabinet intact.

He walked to the table, sat down tiredly, and stared blankly at the string of numbers in the bank account on the computer screen.

After a while, Wang Cong took a deep breath and pressed the familiar number. Soon, an old woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, Mom, I'm fine, just a little tired." Wang Cong tried his best to make his voice sound calm, but the irritation in his heart kept spreading.

After a brief greeting, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to have noticed something and asked, "Son, what happened?"

Wang Cong was silent for a moment and asked, "Mom, how much money do we have at home now?"

The old woman's voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Last year, I spent a lot of our savings to help you get a job in the prison through connections. Your father is now lying in the hospital and has been unconscious. The monthly medical expenses are like a bottomless pit. There is not much money left at home."

The voice paused for a moment and continued, "What's wrong? Does the prison need money?"

Wang Cong was silent for a while and said, "The leadership in the prison has changed, and the policy has also changed. Now there is a good opportunity. I may be able to climb up, but it may cost a lot of money."

The mother on the other end of the phone didn't ask too much, just said hoarsely: "Okay, if you have a chance, don't worry, mom will go to the bank later to take out all our money and send it to you."

Wang Cong's throat was a little dry, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Then my dad..."

The other end of the phone was silent for half a minute. Only heavy breathing could be heard. Then the voice returned to calmness and said in a normal tone: "Let's remove the tube."

Wang Cong's mouth opened, and his heart seemed to have been hit hard.

The voice on the other end of the phone continued:

"Our family doesn't have that much money to hang on to your father's life. This is our family's life and your father's life. It's okay. Son, if your father is still conscious and knows that he can pull out the tube, he can climb up in your place. If there is a chance, if he is conscious, he will have to get up and pull out the tube. "

As if to reassure his son, the other end of the phone added:

"Besides, your dad is an E-class citizen, and the remaining hospital time he has accumulated over the years is almost exhausted. It would be better to pull it out sooner rather than later, so as not to have to worry about the nurses again."

Wang Cong's heart was blocked, his throat was dry, as if he had lost his voice, and he could not utter a single word.

Mother's voice sounded again, old and hoarse:

"It's okay, son. Your father won't blame you, and your mother won't blame you either. It's because your parents are incompetent. They have been working around for a lifetime. In the end, they are just low-level citizens and can't help you. But parents will never delay. Your hind legs.”

"Son, just feel free to climb up and don't worry about anything. As long as you can change your destiny, your mother will be happy, and your father will rest in peace even if he dies."

Wang Cong clutched the phone tightly with his five fingers, his eyes were red and tears were flowing down silently, as if they were bleeding.

The voice on the other end of the phone smiled calmly and said: "Okay, let's not talk anymore. Mom will go to the hospital to see your dad one last time. You work hard in prison. If the money is not enough, tell mom, she will just sell everything. If the house is sold, the money will be collected for you.”

Wang Cong gritted his teeth, hoarse and said in a suppressed voice: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely make a good appearance in prison. I will definitely climb to the top step by step. When the time comes, I will apply for qualifications and be in the cemetery." I’ll buy the most expensive piece of tomb for my dad.”

The hoarse smile was gratifying: "Okay, my son has been the most filial since he was a child. Mom believes in you. Mom is waiting for that day. When the time comes, I will bury mom and your dad together. Just think about it and you will be happy."