Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Each one is a legend.

Let alone three.

In the end, under the arguments of the three, the judgment of the first instance was invalid and he was sentenced to life imprisonment.

Prison life is torture for Meng Ting.

'Newcomers' will be treated by many newcomers.

She was skinny when she was placed in solitary confinement a week later.

On the second day of independent detention, a new girl came to the prison who had been detained for three months for theft.

Why did it come to us? We are all death-row prisoners and life-imprisoners here.

Shh, what do you know, I don't know, but this one is under special care from above.

Do you think it's a good thing to be locked up independently now?

Didn't you look at Sister Liu and Sister Zhao, did they both stare at her all the time? Just don't give her the chance to commit suicide!

What's the situation! Isn't she imprisoned for life? She committed suicide?

You didn't see that you were tortured like that before. Now our people here are using almost the same methods. This is a newcomer.

Fuck, who did she offend? She's not going to let her go to jail.

You don't know who she is. The one who offends is the one who is being held in the palm of your hand. There will be a long time to come. Let's endure it.

...

into the night.

Meng Ting curled up on the narrow bed by herself, and the girl on the next bed suddenly stood up and sat up.

Then he got out of bed and approached her, squatting beside her bed.

Hey!

She looked at her with a smile.

Meng Ting opened her eyes and looked at her with numb hair.

what are you doing?

The girl looked at her with a pair of eyes and smiled: I heard that you are very good at torturing people.

Meng Ting's heart skipped a beat: What do you want to do?

The girl didn't speak, and smiled and took out a rolled cloth from behind. After unrolling, needles of different sizes and thicknesses were strewn across it.

She smiled and took out a thicker one. Under the moonlight, the tip of the needle shone brightly.

She raised her hand and stabbed Meng Ting's arm.

what!

She bounced all over.

The girl watched her get out of bed, smiled, and grabbed her hair.

Have you ever heard of acupuncture? I think you should often have nightmares and headaches. I have learned some. Let me give you two needles. Maybe it will be fine, but I am not good at learning. If you pierce the wrong acupuncture point or something, you Never mind.

Meng Ting clapped her hands away in a panic.

let me go!

She ran to the cell door.

Help! Is there anyone! Help! Someone is going to kill me! Help! Is there anyone!

There was despair in her voice.

No matter how much she yelled, no one answered, but there were clearly two policewomen standing outside the door.

The girl walked over slowly, not afraid of her shouting: Auntie, what are you talking about, I am helping you, how can I kill you, come here, I will treat you...

For three consecutive months, Meng Ting's cell could hear desolate cries every night.

She has no chance to escape and no one will save her, let alone help her. Even if she wants to commit suicide, someone will stop her, even if she steps into the gate of hell, she will be pulled back.

Death is a luxury for her.

Because she doesn't deserve to die, she will live a long time and be tortured forever for the rest of her life.

After the girl was released from prison, within a few days another girl was imprisoned for robbing things. The girls imprisoned with her were not charged with serious crimes, and their sentences were not long. They never stopped...

After half a year, Meng Ting couldn't make a sound anymore. Her body was covered with needle holes, big and small, and no one cared about her...