First volume of imprisonment Chapter 09 Criminals
Looking at her daughter and the gun captain who had dressed, Zhang Chun's mother was so angry that she couldn't speak. She pointed at the gun captain, trembling, and then rushed up and started beating him. Zhang Chun was startled, but immediately realized that she was at a disadvantage. This water ghost was the gun captain. He had been deceiving her. Every day, he would take a hot thing and poke it at her peeing place. She followed her mother and rushed to the gun captain, scratching and kicking him. The mother and daughter beat the gun captain so badly. The gun captain was trembling with fear, but she didn't dare to fight back. She held her head and shouted desperately: "Murder, murder... Sister-in-law, listen to me, I was teaching Chun'er to swim, I didn't do anything bad, oh, murder..." Tired of beating, her hands were weak, and her face was covered with tears. The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried bitterly. People said that this widow had a lot of gossip. Unexpectedly, the orphan and widow were still bullied. Thinking that her daughter was only fourteen years old, she was ruined by this unscrupulous wolf in front of her.
Zhang Chun's mother made up her mind. She pulled off her sleeves and tied up the gun on the ground with her hands behind her back. Then she asked the gun chief in a cold voice: "You did it, so you did it. Do you think we are an orphan and a widow and are easy to bully? The Zhang family is not dead yet. Didn't her third brother take you to work? How could you be so conscienceless as to do such a thing worse than pigs and dogs?" Seeing that things were not going well, the gun chief had to kneel down and kowtow continuously: "Sister-in-law, it's all my fault. I don't care. You can kill me or chop me up. But what about Chun'er who is so young? If the news gets out, will she be able to get married in the future? Calm down and marry Chun'er to me. I will take responsibility." Zhang Chun rushed over and sprayed a mouthful of water on the gun chief's face. The gun chief thought viciously: I will spray you back next time and make you call me uncle!
Zhang Chun's mother hesitated in her heart. Yes, Chun'er was so young that she couldn't let anyone know that she was ruined. But looking at the gun chief's face and the usual rumors, she felt very unwilling! No, she must not let him go. She turned around and asked Zhang Chun, "Chun'er, are you afraid? Mom will kill the person who bullied you!" The gun chief was terrified when he heard this. He knelt down hurriedly and shouted to Zhang Chun, "Chun'er, you can't do that. If you kill me, your mother will die too. You can't do that!" Zhang Chun'er had never thought of killing anyone. When she suddenly heard her mother say that, she was also scared. After thinking for a while, she said to her mother, "Mom, Chun'er is not afraid, but killing him is definitely against the law. Let's sue him. Chun'er is not afraid of what others say. At most, she will be with you for life!" The little girl suddenly changed, and she seemed a little mature. Zhang Chun's mother looked at her daughter, thought about the future, and gritted her teeth and said, "Don't worry about so much. Go and call your uncle and your eldest brother first, and then notify other villagers to come. Let's do it tonight!"
This woman was even scarier than a man when she got angry. The spear leader was like an eggplant hit by frost, completely wilted! When the voices became lively, the spear leader had become a little obsessed.
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"Name?"
"Chen Siqing."
"age?"
"Twenty-four."
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"Do you know what you have done?" Looking at the policeman in green uniform, he confessed everything, even the story of going to the corn forest to find his wife. Especially after hearing the policy of leniency for confession and strictness for resistance, he wanted to confess all the things of his ancestors for three generations. He wanted to make merit anyway, so he confessed the car accident, and finally told about what he heard from people in the community. If he couldn't find anything to tell, he also brought up the story of Hu Laodao having sex with his uncle's sixth sister. The police looked at each other in bewilderment, what kind of guy is this? They laughed so hard that tears flowed down their faces, but they also felt that this guy was really perverted. They were not experts and scholars, so they had to follow the procedures, hand in the files, and the deputy director personally took him to the county to hand it over to the county bureau. The whole case was figured out in just three days. The case was clear, the evidence was conclusive, and the facts were clear. He could be arrested according to law.
The gun master put on the silver handcuffs, but he didn't feel ashamed at all. He thought that wearing these handcuffs meant that he was also a bad guy. People who committed crimes were all scary. It was good that he would be a good man again after a few months! Thinking of this, he felt a little arrogant. His father didn't come to see him, and he didn't dare to go out. The people in the Zhang family hated the gun master to the extreme. But they also felt that what Zhang Chun and her daughter did was very decent. Although Zhang Chun's innocence was ruined, she also maintained her dignity. This didn't make others look down on her, but this girl was really finished. Alas, it was painful to think about it. The gossipers in the countryside were enough for the mother and daughter to bear, so they had to write a letter to Zhang San, asking him to think of a way to help find a job outside. After receiving the letter, Zhang San drank a pound of wine for the first time, and cried after getting drunk. When the foreman knew about this, he gritted his teeth and couldn't say a word. The next day, he found the boss, and the seven-foot-tall man burst into tears. The boss was also a person who came from the countryside to work hard. He sympathized with the mother and daughter's experience and nodded and agreed to let them cook. Zhang San hurriedly packed up his things and went home to pick up his aunt and sister.
When the gun captain was taken to the county detention center, he was arrogant, but also a little scared, fearing that he would be treated inhumanely. I had heard about old prisoners bullying new prisoners before, and sure enough, as soon as he entered, he was beaten up by a few county hooligans who had fought and injured people. The gun captain only lasted for a minute and called him grandpa, but he was cursing his grandson in his heart! But there was no other way. He started to learn massage under the training of the two little brothers, and he studied it very hard. In a few days, his skills were already the best.
I have been in the detention center for three months. Every day I have cornmeal rice soaked in cabbage and potato soup. When the soup goes down, a lot of bran floats up. Fortunately, the gun commander is very good at flattering them. He keeps the two little brothers happy every day and can get some benefits from it. Occasionally I can smoke cigarettes and get meat from their families. I can only go out for half an hour a day. Everyone's skin is pitifully pale, and the gun commander is even more terrible. His face is blue and white, and his body is as thin as a malnourished little monkey.
The long hair that the gun captain was proud of had been shaved into a bald head, which made the gun captain feel more painful than losing his wife, but there was nothing he could do. Now the public security and armed police were as sacred as gods in the gun captain's heart. After he told his story to the people in the same prison, the two little bosses casually said: "This is seduction, not rape, hehe, but your water ghost method of playing tricks on people is good, you are really fucking vicious." After listening to the two little bosses' subsequent boasting about hacking and beating people, group fights, bloodletting and other impressive deeds, the gun captain read the charge of seduction in his mind. It would be at most two or three years, and the gun captain had no idea about the time. He thought, just think of it as going out to work and earn money. Several old prisoners also said that if you are sent to a good prison, you can get a salary, which will be paid together when you are released. It seems not bad, but don't be sent to mine coal, because an accident can cost your life.
But when the judge solemnly pronounced the gun chief guilty of rape and sentenced him to eight years in prison, the gun chief was finally confused. Before the judge could react, he shouted loudly: "I was seducing, it was seducing! You are wrong, there was no rape." After being punched by the bailiff, the gun chief was dragged back to the detention center with lifeless eyes. After returning, he began to cry loudly, and his voice was so desolate that even the usually powerful little boss sympathized with the gun chief and scolded these case officers, saying that they only targeted honest people, saying that it was okay, they had no money, and if they were replaced by an official, rich person, they would be so and so, etc. The gun chief was also coaxed by them for a while and stopped crying. From then on, the seeds of hatred were planted in his heart. He didn't think he had really committed a serious crime, and he had to spend eight years in prison for such a thing!
In the next few days, the people in the detention center contacted the prison in the province. I don’t know if it was luck or something, but they actually contacted the Provincial No. 1 Prison, which is a model prison, full of serious criminals or sensitive criminals. Other prisoners were either sent to mine coal or to farms to plant fruit trees and dig the land. The Provincial No. 1 Prison is an industrial prison, with good economic benefits every year!
The leader's soul had already dispersed when he was sentenced. He was dazed and stupid, like a vegetable. His already frail body seemed to collapse easily. The police escorting him felt sorry for the poor peasant. According to the files, he was a first-time offender. Although his methods were dishonorable, he had harmed a good girl. The police took good care of the leader along the way. He did not get carsick this time. He did not even feel like he was riding in a car.
After arriving at the provincial capital, the police completed the handover formalities, said a few words to the gun chief to reform himself and strive for a commutation of sentence, and then went back. A labor reform police officer led the gun chief to get his clothes and salute, and then took a photo to hang his ID card, and then took him into a cell. The environment inside was not bad, with four bunk beds. The gun chief was assigned to the upper bunk near the door. There was no one inside, and I guess they all went to work. After the guard led the absent-minded gun chief to designate the places to put things one by one, he began to teach him how to fold tofu cubes. Seeing the gun chief's lifeless eyes, the guard was a little helpless and had to let him rest first and come back later, but he was afraid that he would be so depressed that he would commit suicide. He had to run to the duty room to call and ask several prisoners in the same cell to come back early.
Looking at the appearance of the rifle captain, the seven people in the same cell were a little puzzled. After the prison guard solemnly handed the rifle captain to the head of the room, he slipped out alone. He knew in his heart that these guys were not easy to deal with. Letting the prisoners communicate with each other first might play a good role. Why did they assign a stupid prisoner here?
The gun master was still sitting on the bed in a daze, not paying attention to the reactions of others. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound on his face, and he was also slapped hard. The burning pain made the gun master regain consciousness. He looked at the person who hit him with a horrified look. He was a thin man about 40 years old. The muscles on his body were tangled, like iron blocks growing on his bones. This thin man had an aquiline nose, deep-set eyes, a dark red face, and a thin face. Especially the two cold lights in his eyes made the gun master tremble constantly! Without waiting for the second slap to come, the gun master suddenly knelt in front of the seven people and cried, "Don't hit me, don't hit me! I was framed, grandpa, don't hit me, please, don't hit me!" The seven people were stunned again. Those who can enter the provincial prison are all good men. How could such a master appear? Interesting! Another tall and mighty middle-aged man about 50 years old shouted to the gun master: "Don't howl! Stand up and talk!"
The gun chief once again told the police what he had said in front of the prisoners. A man who was about the same size as the gun chief, but with a heroic look and a normal accent, about 30 years old, kept interrupting the gun chief to ask him how he felt while listening to his story. The gun chief was confused by him, but he still answered one by one. The man was very interesting. He would ask the same question over and over again, and then deliberately remember the time or the name wrong, and then ask the gun chief back. As a result, it was not until dinner time that the gun chief felt that it was more painful than being beaten. After going out with the others, the gun chief carefully looked around. In addition to the thin man who beat him and the short man who asked him, there were two old men who were about 60 or 70 years old, with gray hair on their short heads, who looked like they were about to die, and another was a strong man with a full face of green stubble and a body like a tank. The last two people looked very literary, and looked like scholars with a wealth of knowledge. They were all middle-aged, and only the gun chief was the youngest.
Before dinner, we sang a song. The whole dining room was filled with a high spirit. The gun commander's blood boiled, and he also started to roar with a red face and a rough throat. The food was much better than in the detention center. There were four dishes and one soup, two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, and plenty of white rice. While eating, the gun commander's mind began to come alive. With such rich food and well-fitting clothes, it was better than working outside! Hehe, I am a brave man again after eight years. After dinner, political study began. The gun commander felt very fresh. He was new and had to memorize the prison rules. Listening to the ups and downs of the old man who was teaching him to recite, it seemed like he was singing a jingle.
At night, the gun chief returned to the cell with the seven people. The short man continued to question the gun chief. The guard who brought the gun chief in during the day was also very satisfied with the gun chief's performance at lunch. He seemed to have taken a reassurance pill and left work at ease. He handed over the duty procedures to another guard and went home. The seven people seemed to be very well-behaved. Although the gun chief tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep, they didn't dare to ask any questions, especially the thin man during the day. At first glance, he knew that he was a murderer and should not be provoked.
In the middle of the night, I felt a sharp pain in my ears. I opened my eyes and dimly saw that everyone was standing beside the bed. The short man smiled and said, "We forgot to hold a welcoming ceremony for you during the day. We will make up for it now. Don't mind, brother."
He was picked up by the thin man and thrown against the wall like a chicken. None of them said a word. They took a cup and placed it on the wall, and asked the captain to bend over and hold it with his whole body supported on his forehead. The short man smiled and said, "This is called a three-gun salute. It's our rule. Everyone who comes in has to do it once." As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped the cup with his palm. The captain only heard a thud and a sharp pain in his forehead. Then there was a sky full of stars and a black dizziness. Then he heard the cup fall to the ground with a bang, and finally the captain fell to the ground with a bang. After the three bangs, the captain lay on the ground for a long time before humming, and his head was still buzzing.
An old man stood up and said, "That's enough. He was not brought in as a spy. This guy is a real rapist, but a heartless rapist."
The short man put away his smile and said respectfully to the old man, "Boss, shall we try again?"
The old man waved his hand and said, "No need. But... this guy should be trained and used as a toy for everyone. It's boring anyway. Introduce each of you."
The thin man pushed the gun chief in front of the old man and shouted, "Kneel down and pay respect to the boss! This is your blessing." The gun chief's head was already clear, and he knelt down solemnly and kowtowed three times to the old man: "Boss... No, please accept me as your disciple. I am a person with no ability. I was originally guilty of seduction, but was made into a rapist. I am useless and ashamed! I heard that there are capable people here. I don't want to eat here. Please accept me!" The gun chief's heart was awakened by the thin man and the short man's respect for the old man. He thought that having such a boss as a master would be much closer than being accepted as a younger brother.
The old man looked at the spear leader with a half-smile and said, "It's not difficult to become my disciple. As long as you can do one thing, it will be fine."
