In addition to the obese middle-aged man, the rest of them were from residential areas and slums. Most of their crimes were murder, imprisonment and so on. The main reason why 8Δ Literature Network was locked up in this number one prison was because the targets of their crimes were either nobles or the Radiant Church, or because their crimes had been leaked and spread far and wide, resulting in a negative impact.
On the fifth day of Dean's imprisonment.
More than a dozen jailers suddenly came to the cell. They opened the cages and ordered everyone to come out.
Dean knew that they were going to start their weekly work.
Although nearly a hundred prisoners came out of the cages, but there was no collective riot or resistance. There were two main reasons. The first was that the piercing effect of the steel nails was too strong. Even a hunter like Dean would feel weak after being pierced by the nails. If he used too much force, it would tear the nail wound. Moreover, many ordinary people who were pierced by the nails couldn't even hold a bird to pee.
The second reason was that the guards outside the prison were too strong. Once there was a riot, they would immediately send people to suppress it.
Dean's idea of using this opportunity to kill the jailers to escape was stillborn.
Under the leadership of the jailer, everyone came to the second floor of the prison. This floor was not a place for prisoners with a death sentence but a huge processing plant. No one knew how many floors there were in the whole prison.
Dean was startled when he saw the things piled up on the workbench.
These were the limbs of various monsters. They were cut very carefully. The fur was intact and the horns were complete.
"Time to work, scum." The jailer closed the heavy iron door and shouted at the crowd with a stick in his hand.
Everyone came to their respective workbenches step by step. There was a small team in each cage. They occupied a workbench and picked the monster corpses. They skinned, classified, cut corners and so on.
Dean put on his work clothes and protective gloves in front of the locker. Although the gloves were made of treated fabric fibers, but the protective effect was far from the gloves made of plastic and nylon materials.
Fortunately, the monster's limbs were brought back from the giant wall and transported here. The blood had long dried up and the hair was dry and hard. Most of the viruses, germs and parasites that were contaminated with the hair had died.
Considering the poor protection of the gloves, Dean didn't do anything. Instead, he quietly watched the middle-aged man and the others who were busy in front of the workbench. They peeled off the fur from the monster's limbs and neatly piled them on the side. They used a guillotine and dagger to cut off the monster's horns, sharp teeth, claws and other parts of the monster. Obviously, this wasn't the first time they had done such a thing.
In front of the other workbenches, the leaders in the cages didn't make any moves either. They just stood there and watched quietly.
Dean was playing with a very thin knife as he thought in his heart.
Several hours passed.
Everyone finished their work and lined up to return.
However, before leaving, the jailer arranged for everyone to strip naked and come to the bathroom next door to wash their bodies.
Dean saw that the hands of the middle-aged man and the others were slightly red and swollen as if they had been bitten by mosquitoes. However, they were used to it.
Before leaving, everyone was strictly checked by the jailer. From the mouth, ears, nostrils and even the buttocks, they were all checked. After confirming that no one was carrying anything, they were allowed to leave.
In the evening, when the food was distributed, four pieces were thrown in. Dean picked them all up. He kept two pieces and the remaining two pieces were thrown to the others.
Time passed day by day.
The days in the prison were extremely boring. Especially after two weeks of Dean's imprisonment. The prison returned to its calm again. Few people were interested in talking.
In each cage, crying and moaning sounds echoed in the prison from time to time during the day and in the middle of the night.
These moaning sounds attracted more restlessness.
In Dean's cage, except for Dean who had no interest in it, the others would secretly look at Dean when they heard the moaning sounds in the other cages. Some of them couldn't bear it and would help each other.
Since the lower body of the middle-aged man was blown up, the desire in this area was completely gone. Occasionally he would feel envious, but he was able to endure it.
Dean noticed that many people were looking at him while doing this kind of thing. Their eyes were full of desire and greed. Needless to say, he knew what they were thinking in their heads.
From the initial disgust and faint anger, Dean gradually became indifferent. He didn't want to be angry because of these things.
His words were getting less and less, and he was getting quieter and quieter. Occasionally he would ask some strange questions. These questions involved astrology, business, as well as the giant wall, radiation zone and so on.
Many people were happy to answer Dean's questions. In addition to Dean's strength, it was also because the life in the prison was too boring. If they could find one or two topics, it would cause a lot of people to participate in the discussion.
However, when it came to matters related to their privacy, many people would warily ignore it. However, there were still a few people who were willing to share their families, hobbies, and their past glorious … crimes.
Three months after Dean's imprisonment.
The prison attracted a new partner to join the "happy little family."
It was a young man with a gentleman's temperament. Although he was wearing death sentence uniform, his shoulders were still raised. He was handsome and had sword-like eyebrows. When he was dragged in by the jailers, he immediately attracted the enthusiastic attention of everyone. One by one, they stretched out their hands from the cage, eager to be assigned to their own cage.
The jailers naturally wouldn't listen to the prisoners. They threw the young man into a cage behind Dean.
The young man was thrown into the cage. He groaned and climbed up. He turned back and shouted: "I'm wronged! I'm wronged! I want to appeal! I want to appeal!"
The response was a sneer from the jailer.
After the jailer left, laughter came from the back of the young man.
Like all the previous newcomers, the "welcome ceremony" was held not far from Dean. He silently watched as the young man was thrown to the ground by several people in the cage. The young man struggled fiercely but it didn't work. Eventually, his cries echoed throughout the prison.
The people in other cages were excited. For a time, many people in the cages groaned and laughed.
Dean quietly watched the young man being pressed to the ground about three meters away from him. He found that his mood wasn't the slightest bit affected. Although the young man's screams reminded him of himself three months ago, but he didn't say anything to stop them.
The young man's screams continued for several days. In the end, he was like a dead fish that was played with by several people in the cage.
A week later, the young man had recognized the situation. When he saw the jailer, he didn't cry anymore.
Two weeks later, the young man had adapted to his role. He silently endured the attacks of several people and didn't cry anymore.
Half a month later, the young man had completely integrated into the prison. Occasionally, he would have the strength to talk and laugh with the other people in the cage. The first person he found was Dean in the next cage. But Dean didn't pay attention to him.
The young man was naturally not satisfied that a kid dared to ignore him. He was immediately enraged. He cursed Dean with vicious words that many resentful women couldn't say.
But he didn't say a few words. Obese middle-aged man and others scolded him back. After some threats, the leader of the cage slapped the young man on the spot and made him kneel down and apologize to Dean.
He had seen the leader of the cage before. In the second month of Dean's imprisonment, he was selected by the jailer to "perform" with another leader of the cage. Due to the lack of communication between the two, the leader of the cage tried to kill Dean. As a result, Dean punched him and broke his ribs. He almost died from internal bleeding.
Since then, all the leaders of the cage clearly realized that although Dean was young, his strength was far more terrible than they had imagined.
After receiving two slaps, the young man also understood that this seemingly thin and weak child's status in this prison was completely not on the same level as his.
One month later.
"Another one who is crying injustice. A seven-year-old child was raped. How dare he cry injustice?" Scar who was on the other side of the cage heard the conversation between the young man and the others. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile. He looked at Dean and said: "I told you that nine out of ten people are guilty. The remaining one is guilty of a heinous crime. You are so young, but you have such ability. The crimes you have committed are certainly not small."
Dean heard him and indifferently said: "I told you that I am not the same as you garbage."
Scar smiled and said: "You are still so arrogant after coming in for so long. You are eating the same bread and drinking the same water as us. Apart from the fact that you haven't been opened, there seems to be no difference."
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