Time flew by.
Dean had been in prison for a year.
During this year, Dean had collected information about the entire Thorn Flower Prison through the chatter of other prisoners and jailers. Occasionally, he would ask Scar and other 'old people' to get the answer.
Although asking would expose his intention of 'jailbreak', but as long as the jailer didn't know about it, it would be fine. After all, there was no one who didn't want to escape, but they couldn't!
Through the collected information, Dean had the same feeling.
First of all, the first difficulty made 90% of the people give up the idea of jailbreak. This Thorn Flower Prison was built at the bottom of the lake!
Dean had seen a lot of monsters wandering in the lake. Do they want to break out of the prison? It was simply suicide!
Moreover, this prison could withstand the pressure of the lake and the impact of the underwater monsters. Its thickness and firmness were naturally extraordinary. Wanting to dig a hole in the wall was simply a fool's dream.
Therefore, the people who entered here, no matter how unwilling or how eager they were to leave, could only accept their fate.
Dean was also desperate when he knew about this situation. But after a few days of despair, he suddenly felt that there was nothing to do while sitting in the cage. His mind was completely blank, and the prison life became more painful because of this.
So he regained his mood and continued to fall into his own jailbreak plan.
This time, he started from zero and thought about many possibilities of jailbreak.
Finally, he sorted it out and divided it into two types.
External and internal.
The 'external' referred to the method of digging the wall, breaking the cage, and so on. Starting from the prison itself. However, this road was blocked early on. Not to mention that he didn't have the tools to dig. Even if he secretly brought tools from the weekly workshop, he didn't know how many years it would take for him to dig out of the prison. Moreover, the first time he dug out the wall, he would die with everyone in the prison and be swallowed by the monsters in the lake.
Therefore, this road was abandoned by Dean.
If he couldn't start from the prison, then he could only start from the inside, that was the jailer.
Attack the jailer?
There were layers of guards outside. The jailer dared to let them work collectively. Naturally, they weren't afraid of riots.
Dean thought of a soft way.
Bribing the jailer.
Not long after he had this thought, he dismissed it again.
This was because he had seen a newcomer who had just entered the prison implement such a method. In the end, the newcomer was dragged out by the prison guards and tortured until he was on the verge of death before being thrown back.
Obviously, bribery was futile. It wasn't that the jailers weren't greedy, but they had better ways to extract every ounce of value from you.
After thinking about it, Dean felt that there was nothing he could do.
This prison was like an impenetrable fortress. There was no way to break it.
Was he going to die of old age and exhaustion in prison?
Another half a year passed.
Dean suddenly went crazy.
He roared and screamed, saying some crazy nonsense, and even attacked the people in his cell, beating them half to death.
When the two jailers came over, they saw the prisoners in Dean's cell lying on the ground. They saw Dean lying on top of them and continued to punch indiscriminately. They were furious. They opened the cell and dragged Dean out of the cell. They threw him on the corridor and punched and kicked him.
Dean roared and raised his fist and rushed to the two jailers.
His strength was so great that the two jailers were immediately knocked down to the ground. This scene stunned the people in the other cells. No one thought that Dean's scapula was pierced by a steel nail, but he still had such a powerful strength.
One of the jailers got up and ran away. Soon, he called four or five jailers and threw Dean to the ground.
The jailers dragged Dean out after a round of beatings.
More than an hour later, the jailers dragged the dying Dean back and threw him back to his cell.
A few days later, Dean's injuries were healed. He shouted and knocked over the obese middle-aged man and others who had just regained some strength. At this time, the jailer came to deliver food. He saw this scene and immediately rushed over to stop him.
Dean roared, overturned the cart and wrestled with the jailer.
The two jailers couldn't suppress him. One of them was beaten by him and vomited blood, while the other ran away.
Soon, Dean was dragged out by more jailers. After being tortured, he was dragged back. This time, Dean was not put in the previous cell, but in a separate cell.
"Damn, this madman crippled those wastes. They can't complete their task."
"Distribute him to the other cells."
The jailers were angry, but they just tortured Dean and didn't kill him. In fact, the jailers didn't have the right to deal with prisoners at will. Torture was a small matter and it was within their rights. But if they killed him, the higher-ups would inevitably ask. Although they could give some gifts, flatter a few words, or some other background relationship, they could cover it up, but it would inevitably be troublesome.
Moreover, they had seen too many people like Dean who went crazy in prison.
Day after day in a dark place, people with weak willpower would often become depressed after three to five years. Some would go crazy, and some would commit suicide. Therefore, a situation like Dean's was not uncommon, but they didn't think that Dean would go crazy so fast.
However, thinking of Dean's age, they were relieved. No matter how brave and strong he was, after all, he was only a child. His temperament was inevitably far from that of an adult.
While in solitary confinement, the jailers also reduced Dean's food, often only a piece of black bread a day.
Dean's body was getting thinner, his eye sockets were deep, his cheekbones were protruding, and his shape was like a skeleton.
Fortunately, there was no shortage of water in the cell.
As long as there was water, even if there was fierce competition for food in the cell, there were few cases of starvation.
After solitary confinement, Dean still went crazy from time to time, beating the steel column, or tearing the straw mat. As time went by, his symptoms gradually eased. Occasionally, he would act up and make a big fuss, talking nonsense, and cursing the people in other cells. However, the names he cursed were different.
The people in the cell knew that Dean was crazy, but they didn't care about him. At the same time, they felt sorry for him, as if they saw their own end in the near future from Dean.
Gradually, as Dean's condition stabilized, he was assigned to work once a week. After all, the prison didn't keep idle people.
After another six months, it was the second year of Dean's imprisonment.
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