Twenty Seven Years Chapter 134

  Chapter 134 Integrate them

   "Get out." Adel didn't really stand up, because he knew that after he stood up, the lawless Lecter would definitely sit down, "We don't need to talk anymore."

  Lecter jokingly said: "Uncle Adel, recognize your situation as soon as possible. I didn't mean to provoke you, but you can't blame me for targeting you if you wish me to leave early."

  Adel poured a glass of water: "How many troubles have you caused here, and how much trouble have you caused me?"

"These people are also dead. I helped them get rid of it early, and they have to thank me." Lecter disagreed, "And you helped me, my father also gave you ample rewards, and arranged for you to stay in Laize. You can't blame me if you don't go to a more decent job, right? Besides, I'm still puzzled, why are you clinging to this crappy position? What's your secret?”

   "Then you don't need to know. You just need to know that if you become the warden, you will have countless troubles." Adel said.

"How big can the trouble be?" Lecter let go of guessing, "You won't be eyeing Keating, wanting to quietly ask the whereabouts of the gold, and steal the gold alone? From this point of view, Daimansi Prison Prison This position is indeed so attractive."

  Adel's face turned a little cold: "Go out."

"I guessed it? Then I won't let you succeed." Lecter thought he had discovered Adel's purpose for sticking here, "Although there is no evidence to accuse you yet, I will definitely ask you before you Give clues, and then let you stay here for the rest of your life, just like those prisoners."

   "Get out." Adel repeated.

   "It's really interesting, it's much more fun than playing with those prisoners." Lecter smiled and stepped back, turned and left.

  Adel closed his eyes and stabilized his emotions. After a long time, he opened the drawer in the office, took out a thick stack of envelopes, lit a cigar, and flipped through them one by one.

  October 7th

  Early in the morning, Veraker was awakened by a whistle.

  Usually he would ignore the whistle, because it meant that the prisoners were going to have breakfast and work, and it had nothing to do with him. Today is different. From today onwards, he has also become a member of the workers.

   "The last chance to repent." Keating also woke up, sitting on the bed and watching Verak get dressed. "Work is really tiring, maybe there is another way."

   "It is the best choice to integrate into them through work." Verak put on the replacement prison uniform, "Don't worry, I know my body well. If I really can't bear it, I will tell Lecter."

   Keating is not forcing: "Then you can adapt to your own circumstances."

   "Yes." Verak nodded slightly, and came to the prison door, waiting for the prison guard to come to open the door.

  Prison guards came to open the doors one by one and escorted the prisoners out. The one who opened the door for Verak was the prison guard who had been delivering food to them before. The prison guard didn't rush to open the door, but approached the door and asked in a low voice, "Why did you start working?"

   "Lecter made it." Verak didn't elaborate on the situation. Firstly, it was too complicated to explain, and secondly, because the other party was a prison guard after all, talking too much would be unnecessary risk.

   "The deputy warden is moody, so be careful." The prison guard opened the door helplessly without any doubts, escorted Verak to the bathroom for a brief wash, and then followed the flow of people to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Since Verak came out of the cell, the other prisoners noticed him, but when they had dinner in the cafeteria and there were no prison guards guarding Verak, they asked in surprise: "Aren't you staying with Keating? Are you working? Why did you come here together today?"

   "I don't know either, Lecter ordered it suddenly." Verak shrugged, took the lunch box assigned by the prison guard, and sat with other prisoners.

  The other prisoners did not resist this time, making room for Verak.

   "What do you all do?" Veraker quickly integrated into the group of prisoners at a speed visible to the naked eye, and took the initiative to find a topic with everyone eating at the same table, and the prisoners at other tables cast their eyes

   "We all make leather shoes." A prisoner replied, "It's your first job, and you don't know where you will be assigned."

   "Let's see how to arrange it later." Verak scooped up a spoonful of cabbage soup and said, "I remember we mainly make three kinds of things here, right? Cloths, blankets, and leather shoes."

  Another prisoner pawed at the rice: "Well, I hope you won't be assigned to make leather shoes. Making leather shoes is the most tiring."

   "Did something happen to your equality society? Otherwise, it stands to reason that you should stay well in 208, and you wouldn't be assigned here suddenly." Someone asked again.

   "Maybe, I don't know." Verak ate.

  Verak had little contact with them since he was imprisoned. They were extremely curious about how Verac survived nine days under Lecter's abuse, stood up again in less than half a month, and fought for Keating's right to be released.

  Because of the limited capacity of the cafeteria, the prisoners came in in batches. In order to catch up with time, they only had five minutes to eat. Therefore, before asking many questions, the prison guards took away the lunch boxes and drove them to the noisy work area on the other side.

  The working area is very large, and it is full of prisoners. They are assigned to each production line in an orderly manner, and start a new day of work under the supervision of patrolling prison guards.

   "You go to weaving.". Veraker was taken to the cloth-making area by the prison guards, "Number 5774, teach him."

   Coming to the production line, Verak, who attracted everyone's attention, looked in the direction of the prison guard's greeting, and saw the musician Danny Rose who lived next door trotting over.

   "Okay, okay." Ross rushed over and began to introduce how to operate the machine to Verak in a puzzled manner.

  The prison guards arranged for good people to teach Verak to get started as soon as possible, so they patrolled to prevent people from being lazy and slowing down their work.

   "Chris? What's the situation? Why are you here?" After the prison guard left, Ross didn't care about teaching Veraker, and asked him what he was most confused about.

   "It's not that you don't know who Lecter is, and you suddenly arranged for me, and I don't know why." Verak fiddled with the machine, "How does this thing work?"

"This is too strange..." Rose felt sorry for Veraker, "Fortunately, this is the easiest one we do. We only need to operate the machine, and the tiredness is nothing more than standing all the time. By the way, how is your injury?" Can you stand for so long?"

  Verak smiled wryly: "If you can't stand, you have to stand."

   "Okay, just follow me first, I will take you for two days and you will be able to master it." Rose taught him by hand.

  The operation of the machine is not complicated, and Verak quickly got started: "That's enough."

   "Yes, yes, yes, you are quite quick to learn. It took me a day or two to learn this." Rose said, "But be careful, this is easy to hurt your hands."

   "Okay." Verac was more cautious, "You used to play the piano, so it's normal to learn slowly."

"Aren't you also a son of a rich family? It's a pity that you can learn things quickly and can withstand Lecter's torture. If you don't do those things and get caught, you must have a good life outside." Ross sighed, " I regret it too, if I didn't play to those people with my friends, I wouldn't have been caught.”

   As for why Rose was arrested, Veraker hadn't asked yet, but now that Rose mentioned it, he took advantage of the situation and asked, “Why were you arrested.”

"A few years ago, I often went to play at a nobleman's house. Later, the nobleman was arrested for treason. The government believed that I belonged to him. I kept using my identity as a pianist to help him send news in private, and I was arrested..." Ross recalled The source of the pain, the mood is a little low.

   "Meaning you don't even know?"

   "I don't know anything, and my captors don't listen to my explanation..." Ross sighed.

  Although Veraker has not experienced such a thing as Rose, he can fully understand his grief and indignation: "You are too innocent."

"What's the use of saying these words, my life is over, I can only linger here." Ross didn't want to talk about these sore spots anymore, "Okay, let's get it done quickly. There are production requirements every day, if you don't If you meet the standard, you won't have dinner today.”

   "Okay." Verak didn't ask again, and the two of them kept busy until ten o'clock in silence.

  It was time for the second batch of prisoners to be released. Because Verac stayed with Rose, they were arranged to leave the work area together and go to the square to rest for an hour.

Although it was already the easiest job, after standing for three or four hours in a row, the feeling of sore back and back pain still made Verak, who was already injured, unbearable. While moving his body, he looked around the square and found that Keating had passed away. He was brought over by the prison guards, who was sitting alone in a wheelchair watching him.

   "The prison guards brought you here?" Verak originally wanted to take advantage of the time of the briefing to communicate with other prisoners, so he talked to Keating first after seeing Keating.

   Keating's sunbathing position was still vacant with a radius of six or seven meters. The prisoners tacitly did not come over. After Verak passed, Keating smiled and said, “Are there other people besides the prison guards?”

   "Exactly." Verak walked up to Keating and stretched himself.

   "How is it?" Keating looked up at Verak.

"It's not bad. After losing some privileges, getting along with them has become very easy, and I don't have any conflicts when sitting together at breakfast. It's just that I am in charge of making cloth, and there are few people who do it, and I can't walk around. I can only live next to us. That musician Rose happened to be doing this too, next to me." Verak reported the situation.

   Keating said: "I'm asking about your body."

   "It's okay, but the machine has to be watched all the time, and there is no time to sit down and rest for a minute, or to move the body." Verak twisted his waist, relieving some of the stiffness in the waist.

   "Can you continue?"

"Of course, that's where it's at." Compared to Lecter's abuse, this is too insignificant, and Verac hasn't even had the slightest thought of giving up. You have to understand their situation first-hand to think about things from their point of view.”

  The corners of Keating's mouth rose slightly: "So as I said, your talent is innate, but you just lack the opportunity to be stimulated."

   "Let me take you for a walk." Verak felt much better after exercising, and began to push the wheelchair around.

   "Don't take this opportunity to have a good chat with them?" Keating felt that Verac should have more contact with the prisoners now.

"I'm not here, and you were pushed out. It's obvious that Lecter hopes that I can come to you when I'm out. After all, in his eyes, I'm pretending to be miserable in front of you, and I need to find more opportunities to show it." Veraker didn't observe sentry, but felt that Lecter was standing there staring at him.

   Keating laughed a few times: "I'm getting more and more thoughtful."

   "Thank you, teacher."

   "Stop it, it's just such a big place, there's nothing to turn around, you can rest for a while." Keating patted Veraker's hand pushing the wheelchair.

   "...Okay." Verak sat on the ground, and soon lay down again, looking at the blue sky.

   Keating also looked up at the sky.

   "Not even a bird." Verak murmured, "I haven't seen any other living things except men since I came here."

   "Want to go to a women's prison?" Keating joked.

"Of course I want to go out, and I don't want to stay in prison for a second." Verak rubbed his face with his hands, the same scene remained in his eyes, "Here, sometimes I feel that even the sky is as big as a palm , eyes and vision are imprisoned."

  Keating raised his head, sickly and pale, with satisfaction written on his wrinkled face: "It's good that thoughts are not imprisoned."

"There are so many people who haven't woken up yet. It's no different from being imprisoned. I don't even know who is more worthy of being pitied, me or them." Verak looked at the sun and stimulated his numb body with the blazing light. eyes.

   "You have to liberate their bodies, but also their minds," Keating said.

"When I have the ability to finish the tenth chapter and even the second half of The Theory of Equality, I will talk about liberating them." Verak knew how shallow his cognition was, and he knew what he was going to do next, but still The idea of ​​leading the crowd like Francis and Chris never arose.

   "Go."

  Villac rubbed his eyes and looked at Keating, who had already pushed the wheels of the wheelchair and left alone to one side.

   "Bring them in."

   Staring at Keating's back, Verak laughed lightly.

  Several seagulls hovered in the sky, causing the prisoners to exclaim. Verak didn't look any further, just stood up, patted the dust off his body, and walked in the opposite direction to Keating.

  Above the sentry post, Lecter hid in the corner observing Verak and Keating.

  After breaking up with Adel, he wanted to stay even more, so today he came to the square directly from the time when the first batch of prisoners were released at nine o'clock to study Keating seriously.

   "Keep watching them, and report to me if there is any situation." He silently watched the contact between Veraker and Keating, and thoughtfully told the prison guards to leave.

   "Understood." The prison guard, who was quite puzzled by Lecter's abnormal behavior, responded, holding guns to monitor Veraker and Keating respectively.

  (end of this chapter)

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