The felons in Qingcheng Prison had experienced too much or too much darkness in their past. Now that they had spent too much time inside these four walls, even if they couldn't see through life and death, they could at least see through life and death. The status and position they had before they were imprisoned did not matter after they were imprisoned. For them, the only factor that determined their social status and the strength of their words, other than the combat strength or brains they had displayed during the long years of despair, was the most simple way to distinguish them was the importance the Federation attached to the prisoner.
The initial shock gradually faded from the felons' eyes. They quietly looked at the young prisoner who was walking with difficulty on the other side of the transparent partition and put down the plastic utensils in their hands in unison.
Some of them were extremely vicious and had once been bound with a remote control device. However, dangerous devices like this that could explode instantly had only been seen in prison studies. In addition to the somewhat exaggeratedly shaped handcuffs and shackles, the felons in the canteen could easily tell that the Federation government placed a lot of importance on this new prisoner. They even felt that they placed a lot of importance on this new prisoner compared to everyone else in the canteen combined.
It was because of this judgment that they knew that this seemingly thin and weak young prisoner must have done a lot of terrible things in the outside world to receive this kind of treatment.
The social class division in Qingcheng Prison was just this simple. They naturally felt a sense of awe towards this young prisoner. However, after all, they were separated by a transparent material and the young prisoner was walking with great difficulty, so they slowly suppressed this feeling.
The plastic utensils were also specially made. Even if the felons secretly took them away, no matter how they broke and polished them, they couldn't fix a sharp angle. A white-haired, bespectacled man who looked like a professor turned around. Hearing the heavy metal clanging sounds behind his head, he shook his head and placed a small spoon beside the lunch box. He said quietly, "Look at the color of that person's face and lips. I'm afraid he hasn't seen the sun for three months."
Before this felon was imprisoned, he was a professor in the Federation's Military Science Academy Third Department. Because of a trivial matter in his family, he poured the Empire's poisonous gas sample that the Federation imitated into the villa where his wife and parents-in-law lived. This excellent biochemist's judgment in this aspect had long been recognized by the felons in Qingcheng Prison. Therefore, after hearing this sentence, the felons in the canteen began to discuss softly.
"Three months of solitary confinement? That's too inhumane. " A burly man with a shaved head sighed and said, "Back then, I almost went crazy after a month."
Everyone in the cafeteria knew that this seemingly simple-minded brute had once gone on a rampage in the recruit camp and killed seven recruits in a row. If it wasn't for the Ministry of National Defense wanting to use him as a test subject in the future, or to be sent to the West Woods as a suicide squad, the military court would have ordered him to be executed long ago.
Hearing the word 'inhumane' from the mouth of such a vicious felon should have caused a roar of laughter, but none of these felons laughed. They only quietly looked at the young prisoner who was struggling to move on the other side of the transparent material with complicated gazes.
Because they had all been imprisoned in solitary confinement before, they knew how unbearable it was to not see the light of day, to not hear anyone speak, to be surrounded by silence, as if they were absolutely dead.
The new young prisoner had been held in solitary confinement for three months? These vicious and treacherous felons couldn't help but shiver in their hearts. The importance that the Federation placed on this young prisoner had already indirectly proven how dangerous this person was. If he was locked up for three months and turned into a lunatic, living with everyone in the future …
"In the future, no one is to provoke this new young master."
A voice sounded from the middle of the table. The voice was hoarse and slightly old. The owner of the voice clearly had an extremely high position among the felons in the military prison. When he said this, the 30 or so prisoners nodded lightly at the same time.
These criminals who had committed heinous crimes knew better than anyone that one could not judge a book by its cover. A gentle professor could kill his own family, a simple and honest man could slaughter the entire recruit camp. This young prisoner who had just arrived, although he had a thin body and a pale face, they knew that he was an absolutely dangerous person just by looking at his opening actions today. Moreover, since he had been confined in solitary confinement for three months, they were afraid that he had long gone crazy.
The dull and clear sound of heavy metal clashing finally stopped. The people in the cafeteria no longer had to endure this kind of torture, and they gently let out a breath.
The young prisoner passed through the three safety gates and arrived at the prison's inner room. The four black nooses were loosened, but the magnetic heavy shackles and handcuffs were still on his body. The prison didn't arrange for him to eat in the cafeteria. Instead, they arranged a single table and chair for him on the magnetic floor of the isolated area. The table was filled with food and fruit.
This special treatment didn't make the felons who stared at him feel jealousy. Instead, they felt even colder. They were more and more certain that the new prisoner was extremely dangerous.
Right at this time, the young prisoner who sat on the chair with difficulty fiddled with his messy hair again. He then turned around and smiled towards the felons in the cafeteria.
On his pale and thin face, the smile was incomparably clean and natural. It was dazzling like the sun, sincere and sincere. He didn't look like a dangerous person who hid madness within his calm at all. He looked just like an ordinary boy next door.
The young prisoner's sinister coldness formed a stark contrast with this smile. Those felons were shocked to the point of being speechless. Even the vigilant guards around the young prisoner and the guards on the second and third floors who were completely focused on aiming felt a sense of relaxation that they shouldn't have felt.
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Xu Le didn't know that his earlier smile had almost overturned a city in Qingcheng Prison. It had shocked the guards and prisoners who were on guard against a great enemy. He was just acting according to his usual attitude in life. When he came to a strange place, he would put on a sincere smile to make the people around him happier and to make himself less troublesome. However, he obviously didn't expect that he was now in a military prison that was heavily guarded. The people he smiled at were not a group of normal people.
After finishing his first meal in Qingcheng Prison, he was sent back to his cell. He was still locked up alone, but the layout and facilities in this cell were much better than those in the previous prison. Xu Le touched the neat bedding on the bed and went inside to test the sitting position of the toilet. He smiled happily.
Only when he saw his pale face and messy hair in the mirror did his smile gradually fade. After being locked up alone for four months, he couldn't see the sun. The roots of his hair grew crazily as if they were unsupervised. It actually went past his shoulders.
"I hope the government will let me get a haircut." He looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly thought of when he was in Donglin a few years ago. After deceiving Bao Longtao, he had also stared blankly at his own face in the mirror. However, at that time, he would be extremely nervous over such a matter. Now, he was in the Federation's most terrifying secret military prison, but his mood was as calm as if he was at home.
He narrowed his eyes. He just didn't understand why the government would suddenly release him from that dark cell. Why would they transfer him from Fox Fortress to Qingcheng Prison?
After washing his face with hot water, Xu Le sat on the bed in his cell. He lowered his head and recalled those hundred days. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Loneliness was indeed the most unbearable thing in the world. Compared to this, although this military prison was also a solitary confinement, at least there was light. He could see people when he was eating. For him, this was already a rare enjoyment.
He lowered his head and recalled every minute and second of those unbearable days. Then, he lay back on the soft bed and stared at the monotonous ceiling above his head with narrowed eyes. He always felt that the light yellow ceiling gradually became a mass of darkness in his eyes. Other than a few meteorites that occasionally floated by in the distance, there was nothing else.
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After being arrested in the Peace Foundation Building four months ago, he and Shi Qinghai were locked up separately by the Federation. He was taken away by the Second Military Region that night. After undergoing the necessary medical treatment and related procedures, he was locked up in Fox Fortress' special prison.
Fox Fortress was a space prison located at the outer edge of the S2 system. It faced the direction of the Dark Sky Curtain. Outside the alloy surface of the prison was an ice-cold vacuum. In that kind of environment, wanting to escape was basically wishful thinking.
Xu Le, who was locked up in the space prison, didn't have the urge to escape as a serious criminal under strict supervision. In fact, he just wanted someone to interrogate him.
However, no one interrogated him, no one questioned him. There were no cockroaches or ants in the solitary dark cell. Even the most hated rats on spaceships weren't present. There was only silence and food that was automatically delivered at regular intervals.
For an entire 141 days, he was alone in the darkness. There wasn't a single sound in the room. Only the endless darkness of the universe outside the small window watched him. In that region of heaven, it was difficult to even find a single unblinking star.
Other than darkness, there was still darkness. Other than silence, there was still silence. It was so dark that even his teeth were black. It was so quiet that he could often hear his own heartbeat. He always felt like it was beating a drum.
Being in that dark, silent, and lonely environment for more than four months was not a mental torture that a human could endure.
During this long period of time, his injuries had mostly healed, but his face began to pale. His body, which lacked the light of the stars, also became somewhat weak.
Just as the serious criminals in Allure Prison had determined, a few months of solitary confinement would drive anyone crazy. However, it was obvious that Xu Le wasn't crazy. He was still healthy and living normally. This was somewhat inconceivable. Even if his nerves were thicker than normal people's, even if he was a famous stinky rock in Donglin, how did he survive?
"I don't know if Mr. Shi can survive."
He was already far away from the darkness and loneliness. Lying comfortably on the soft bed in Allure Prison, he worriedly thought.
After lying down for a long time, perhaps he felt that it was too boring. He rubbed his eyes and softly muttered to himself, "Old geezer.
"Old geezer, get me two romance movies."
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A young man came to Allure Prison, and the security level was immediately raised. However, other than that, the forbidden area in the wasteland didn't seem to have changed much. The serious criminals who were locked up followed an extremely detailed schedule: eating, bathing, reading, exercising, learning the laws of the Federation, and then sleeping. It was exactly the same as before.
The only difference was that every day when they were eating, they could always hear the dull sound of metal clashing. The new prisoner wearing heavy magnetic shackles with a remote control explosive device would, accompanied by this noise, pass through a special passage and head to his own small table to eat.
Xu Le and the rest of the serious criminals were separated by a layer of transparent material, but it was like they were in two different worlds. Other than the noise and his existence, they didn't interfere with each other. However, every three meals, he would habitually nod at the serious criminals who had the temperament of a poet, smile, and silently greet them.
These days continued for a week. Among the serious criminals who ate in the cafeteria, there was finally someone who responded to his good intentions and smiled at him. As a result, this unfortunate gentleman was locked up in a solitary cell and stayed there for three days.
Even though after this serious criminal came out, he still stubbornly cursed at the fully armed soldiers upstairs, but he never looked at Xu Le again.
The Federation government allowed Xu Le to see the light of day through the transparent dome, but they still used force to prevent him from having any contact with the outside world. The outside world referred to here was everyone other than him, even including the prisoners in the same prison.
At night, when he was alone in a solitary cell in Allure Prison, Xu Le would often stand by the window and look at the wild green grass below.
Sometimes, he would associate it with his hair that was like grass, and sometimes, he would think that it was already late spring. He had spent too much time alone in Fox Fort's dark room, so he actually felt like he had lost track of time.
The prison refused his request to shave his head. To be more precise, no soldier in charge of guarding him dared to speak to him.
Fortunately, he still had the old thing.
The structural diagram of the Golden Foundation Building and the real-time positioning cursor in his left eye had long disappeared without a trace. His left eye could not really see ghosts. At the beginning of the hundred days of darkness in Fox Fort's space prison, Xu Le pulled out the data stored in his mind and reviewed it. He also looked at the various pictures of beautiful women in his mind, but he still felt bored. In his boredom, he tried to initiate contact with the existence on the other side of the black dream again.
This kind of request was very familiar to Xu Le. It was roughly equivalent to a mentally ill person constantly shouting to the mountains and seas in his mind, and then hoping to hear an echo.
Therefore, in the dark and lonely days that could drive people crazy, Xu Le contacted The Glory Of The Charter that was all over the universe. He began to use his left eye to watch the television news or soap operas on the Federation. He also watched a lot of artistic movies that he usually did not have time to watch …
It was through this extremely mysterious method that no one could investigate that Xu Le saw the consequences of Macklin's death in the Federation from the Federation's news. Those demonstrations, strikes, and riots lasted until last month before gradually subsiding.
Therefore, Xu Le never understood why the Federation government was not in a hurry to put him on trial to quell the anger and desire for revenge of those George Carlin fanatics. Instead, they forgot him in a corner of the universe. What he did not understand was why the government sent him back to the surface at this time.
This kind of confusion lasted until the arrival of the first visitor to the prison.
This morning, Xu Le lowered his head and sat on the cold metal chair in the reception room. He looked at the heavy magnetic shackles on his ankles. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he raised his head and saw a person who was not unfamiliar, but could not be said to be familiar either.
In an instant, he smiled and frowned. He felt as if time had turned back to a year ago.
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