I ran for president with scumbag money

Leon's prison life begins.

Get up at five o'clock in the morning, make quilts like military training, assemble, sing in chorus, roll call, run and do exercises while shouting slogans, then work until noon, eat on time at twelve o'clock, continue working until ten o'clock late at night, roll call, and return In the bedroom, turn off the lights and go to bed.

The so-called work is very mechanical hard work, such as sewing, assembly, dismantling, etc. Prisoners are searched when they come in and out, so as not to hide things they shouldn't have.

The salary is only 200 yuan a month, and I can buy some daily necessities, and I can also send them home. It is more likely that they will be robbed and cheated by more powerful prisoners.

—Of course, this is the life of an ordinary prisoner.

Life here is a different story for inmates who have pumped enough money into prison guards and officials.

Leon got up from the bed at eight o'clock, sat in his separate corner and slowly ate his breakfast while observing his surroundings.

There were at least two hundred prisoners in the same situation as him in the dining room. Most of them were sleepy, and there was no sign of being in prison at all except for the prison uniforms on their bodies.

Binny wasn't there.

When Leon went out, he seemed to see that he had just finished patrolling the corridor, and he should have supervised the work of the prisoners by now.

"Good morning, may I sit here?"

A deep voice interrupted Leon's observation.

Leon looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a young man with black hair shaved very short, with a pair of blue eyes sunken deep in their sockets, revealing a little indifference.

"There are a lot of vacancies over there." Leon said, "Or, do you have something to do?"

Looking at the other party's sharp face and indifferent gaze, Leon didn't think that the other party was the type to make friends gently, let alone greet him proactively.

The young man smiled, his smile was like sunlight melting an iceberg.

He pulled away the chair opposite Leon, sat down, and said: "I know you, Leon Morton, I have watched your speech on TV, but now the representative of State A has changed."

He said with some regret: "I thought I could see how far you went, but they really didn't give them a chance, did they?"

"Hmm..." Leon put down his fork and said cautiously, "It's not that I want to be rude, sir, may I ask what crime you are charged with?"

"Incitement." The young man made a grimace and smiled, "I incited some people to do something they shouldn't do, which is a little more serious than calling on them to apply to the boss for a raise."

He pinched two fingers, pulled them a little further apart, and gestured: "Just a little bit."

"in the end……"

Before Leon could finish speaking, he put down his hand abruptly and asked, "Did the TV station come to interview you?"

"Yes." Wanting to hear what he had to say, Leon decided to answer, "They sent a female reporter."

"Ha, I knew it," the young man snapped his fingers triumphantly, "the media, they will do anything for the ratings, 'victims living in domestic violence', what's wrong with our society, how can they treat such People don't care', 'the society is too indifferent', 'oh, that's pathetic, it's all because of his miserable childhood' - I don't have to think to know what they will say.

"Do you want to go to the library?"

He suddenly moved closer to Leon, looked straight into his eyes, and said.

"There is actually a library here?" Leon lost his voice.

"Of course, I am the administrator." The young man pointed to his chest triumphantly and said, "I was about to go to work and saw you sitting here blankly, 'Hey, he is Morton, such a person I like to read books, why not invite him?', I thought so."

He grabbed the drink in Leon's hand, took a big sip, and said excitedly: "Let's go."

The library is some distance away from the dining room. Leon followed behind the young man, looking towards the playground involuntarily. He saw Binny in the uniform of a prison guard standing in the shade of a tree, supervising the sweaty prisoners who were weeding and moving stones in the sun. .

Leon narrowed his eyes, looked at the young man in front of him, gave up the idea of ​​waving and saying hello, and said, "I don't know your name yet."

"Me?" The young man stopped, took out the key from his pocket, and answered cheerfully while opening the door, "Ared, Ared Triss."

He quickly looked at Leon's expression, showing a mysterious smile: "In the future, you will know who I am."

The door opened.

Looking at the scene in the room, Leon froze for a moment.

This is a paradise for books. Four bookshelves are placed in a row, a total of six rows. The bookshelves are full of books. There are also many books in the aisle between the bookshelves, and the bottom of the bookshelves cannot be seen at all.

"Come in," Ared warmly invited, "What book do you want to read? Oh, what do you want to drink? I have coffee, cocoa powder and cat's claw marshmallows here, but you have to wait for me to find the kettle."

"law……"

"Huh?" Ered tilted his head and looked at him.

"Law books... There should be a lot in the prison library." Leon said.

"Of course," Ai Ruide squinted his eyes, and said, "As much as you want, but it's not for people like us, is it? It's for those who work outside. If you say... here How about the data sets of the prisoners? Their criminal history and trial books."

"Why do you have this thing?" Leon asked in surprise.

"I have everything here, as long as you dare to look."

"I want it all."

Leon replied briefly, his eyes were shining with an expression of unstoppable longing.

"That's great, I knew it." Ered jumped over the books on the floor nimbly, picked up a stack of books on the floor and handed them to Leon, "I've always wanted to talk to someone, I thought about it in the book People are in the mood to think in prison, right? Any place where freedom is deprived of freedom like a prison can make people think, such as factories, such as schools, such as uncomfortable homes..."

Leon followed the book he handed over all the way, unknowingly, his arms became heavier and heavier:

"What do you want to talk about?"

"In this room," Ared said, moving his steps like a dance, "I mean, when we're in the same room, I say, I'm stronger than you, because it's true, so , For you, I am the 'elite'. The 'elite' can be compared between two people, and it extends to all human beings. Oh, a social law is born!

"When people accept it, they live and work in peace and contentment, and there will be no waves in a pool of stagnant water. If you deduce it carefully, isn't the reality exactly the opposite of what you said?"

"Can you talk to Oscar—did you hear the speech?" Leon asked, his eyes fixed on the Times, obviously wanting to read more carefully than to chat.

"What? No, I won't listen to the police speech," Ered said with a cold smile.

"Ex-police officer." Leon corrected him, "He is no longer a police officer."

"the same!"

It never occurred to Leon that his first day in prison was spent in the library.

He sat on the floor and carefully read the materials, the cases, and the charges. He couldn't help noticing a drug lord, a guy with the alias 'Duman'. everything:

Duman produced fifty tons of drugs through self-taught chemistry and a little ingenious means. After the crime, he used the money from drug trafficking to buy a place in a private prison (of course, he had already made a lot of donations to this prison before) .

In prison, he invented and created something, which was very useful for greening. He applied for a patent, and the product won a national first-level science and technology award. For this reason, he was released from prison with a commutation of sentence.

After he was released from prison, he continued to produce drugs. At this time, his clients were not only civilians, but his fame became bigger and bigger, and his clients rose from the bottom to the top.

For some reason, the world in this book is full of rich people who love to use drugs to frame their enemies.

For example, the elder sister of a certain family got drugs during the property dispute, injected it into her younger sister's blood, and then put her younger sister at a group X party to ruin her reputation.

For another example, a business tycoon like Long Aotian used drugs to kill his opponent, pretending that the opponent had overdosed on drugs.

Of course, there are also many people who are real drug users, such as a superstar or a predator.

Leon felt a headache.

He is very clear that these cases are actually plots that often appear in novels, as if anyone of any identity can easily get drugs, and frame anyone without anyone knowing.

The police couldn't find any evidence at all, even if their methods of poisoning were extremely clumsy.

The system went online and explained: "Hey, buddy, you don't understand this, the reason is Duman's secret operation - the reason why such a crappy method of sister can be successful is because Duman did for her to destroy the evidence, The purpose is to ensure that his drugs can continue to circulate safely."

Leon wanted to complain even more when he heard it: "A drug trafficker at the big boss level is so idle?"

"Is it unreasonable?" The system muttered for a while, and said, "After our careful review, this is the most reasonable explanation."

"You directly admit that this book is brain-dead, illogical, and can't be explained at all!" Leon thought.

System: "Hey, how do you talk? Don't forget, the original owner almost got hit too."

Leon rummaged through his consciousness for a while, and found this memory:

In the original work, 'Leon' once attended a banquet with Hines, and at the banquet he was strayed and kidnapped. The purpose of that person was to inject him with drugs in order to destroy his image in Hines' heart, and also Let him get addicted to drugs and ruin his reputation.

"...Old news, what else is there that the original owner has never experienced." Leon thought to himself.

As long as anyone has a bit of backbone, after graduating from the killer organization and returning, he should also block and kill gods and Buddhas, and finally be shot to end this "disgusted life".

However, "Leon" can continue to entangle with Hines, staged a brain-boiling work of "You listen to my explanation, I don't listen to you, you damn goblin, how can you fall in love with me?"

Leon didn't understand.

"Who was the one who poisoned the original Leon?" He frowned and asked.

"This requires you to reason on your own." The system played tricks, "There will be rewards for solving it."

Leon: "...I was wrong, I shouldn't have said that."

It seems that even in prison, he still has nothing to do with the main line of the original work.

If you want to blame it, blame Hines for having too many people, and all kinds of tricks appearing frequently and wholeheartedly trying to kill the protagonist.

No wonder the protagonist still has to get entangled with Hines when he comes back, and reunite with him as a prodigal son. After all, without this golden thigh, the protagonist might not even know how he died.

Leon was reading a book while dealing with Ered.

Ai Ruide talked on and on, as if he didn't care whether Leon was listening or not, but he hadn't talked to anyone for too long: "I just feel bored, do you understand? 24 hours a day, eight hours of work, eight hours of entertainment, Eight hours of sleep, but my plan was always broken, I retreated and retreated, and finally found that life is meaningless..."

Leon accidentally found the CD in the pile of books. The introduction on the cover reads "Starring: Edith". His hands trembled and he asked, "Ared, can I borrow something back?"

Ered stopped and shrugged: "Of course, as long as you can, it's okay to empty this place."

That night, Leon flipped through the book for a while, couldn't help but put the CD into the player, and turned on the TV.

He sat on the bed, huddled himself into a ball, hid under the quilt, and stared at the screen like a high school senior watching TV without telling his parents.

He didn't watch the movie very carefully. It seemed that he was telling a story of running away from marriage. The role played by Edith was very suitable for his "character". After escaping marriage and cheating, the hostess finally found out who loved her the most, so they lived happily together.

There was a light knocking sound outside the door, Leon jumped down, walked over, and saw Binny through the small window on the door.

"I saw you walking with a prisoner today," Binny said softly, "Is it all right?"

"No, he's the librarian here." Leon wiped the corners of his eyes and replied, "I haven't talked to him much."

He said without thinking: "He really wants to chat with me and exchange ideas with me, but I... I don't want to talk."

"What's wrong?" Binny asked, hearing the loss in his voice.

"I... don't want to encourage him..." Leon turned around and sat down against the door, his back pressed against the door tightly.

He hugged his knees and said: "I remembered something. At the kennel, I was talking to Oscar. I told him that if I win this time, he will come to help me. If he wins, I will help him. "

"Um……"

"You might think that this is me recruiting companions, but it's really not." Leon smiled wryly, "I'm worried. I'm really thinking that you, Oscar, will win in the end.

"I was wondering if...we're changing so fast, we're not ready here at all. If the winner is Oscar, I'd be happy to help him, even if I don't agree with him.

"I'm still thinking about the decision Roy made... because, who knows? Who knows who among us will be successful? As long as it can change this place, it doesn't seem to matter what the means are.

"I know that every family, or everyone's growth, will have such a cycle. At first he was so excited that he thought he could change everything, but when he entered the society and started working, he found that the only things he could change were his weight and hairline. , so he told his own experience to future generations to prevent them from pursuing their dreams, and his blood boiled."

Leon raised his head, pressed the back of his head against the door, and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid I will become such a person one day."

There was a rustling sound outside the door, and Binny also sat down with his back against the door.

"How can a person achieve a dream that even he doesn't believe in?" He said softly, "Don't worry, Leon, you are a prisoner, but you are also looking at the stars."

"Hahaha"

Leon laughed a few times, and covered his face with his hands.

Looking through the fingers, there are indeed some hazy stars outside the window.

He really wanted to ask Binny, why do you trust me so much?

But he didn't want to ask, he was afraid of getting an answer.

That is, "he is in a world of books, and the Binny he meets is a tool man".

Not John Watson and Sherlock Holmes, nor O'Neal and Kobe.

They have cooperated well so far, but this is not necessarily because they are partners fighting side by side.

The world of books will be "upgraded" and "re-revised".

What about the "characters" in the world of books?

Binny is, the character in the book...

Leon leaned against the door, closed his eyes, tiredness spread from his internal organs to his limbs.

He was too lazy to move, so he fell asleep like this.

In the dimness, he vaguely heard someone shouting something, and the sound of Binny's hasty footsteps became farther and farther away.

His consciousness plunged into darkness.

When he woke up again, he felt that his body was being moved. Leon wanted to open his eyes, but just after moving, someone said: "He seems to be waking up!"

"Give him a shot!" someone replied.

He felt something stuck near his temple, and his consciousness drifted away again...

When Leon sneezed violently and was awakened by the cold wind, he found himself under a starry sky.

"!" He tried to sit up in shock, but his body couldn't move.

At this time, he found that his hands and feet were bound and he was thrown on the ground.

"you're awake."

Following the voice, Leon could only see a pair of shoes, but he knew them, he was stunned, "Lusha...Pullman?"

The female reporter who interviewed him before stood in front of him expressionlessly.

Leon thought hesitantly: I woke up from the prison to the wilderness, was I dreaming?

He looked at the sky, it was still dark, and he didn't know how long he had slept.

Lusha's fingers were covered with blood, and the wet liquid slid down her fingers. She looked at Leon and said, "Corrective action has begun."

"what?"

Lusha squatted down, with one knee on the ground, she stretched out a hand, and squeezed Leon's face.

Leon could feel the sticky blood sticking to his cheek.

"Corrective action," Lusa repeated coldly, "to correct your wrong thinking, your 'interview' results have dissatisfied my superior, and he needs you to change your answer."

Leon understood.

Lusha... probably wasn't a reporter, she was just conducting a mock interview with him, and someone was afraid that Leon would say something he shouldn't have said through the interview.

"You have to remember a few points. First, Edith died normally and had nothing to do with anyone. Second, there is no special treatment in Yanshan Prison. Third, this matter has nothing to do with Hines ..."

Leon laughed loudly.

"The pen is in your hand, so how to write it is not up to you?" He said mockingly, "Is there any need for me to change the content of the dictation?"

"Really? I'm afraid I'll punish you a little bit, and you won't think so."

Lusha said indifferently, took out a handful of silver needles from her pocket, hooked the corners of her mouth, as if she thought it was amused: "Let's see how many needles you can bear?"

This is a dream... Leon gritted his teeth and thought as he looked at the approaching silver needle.

Still a nightmare.

The first needle pierced the elbow, and a burst of pain spread as if a certain part of the elbow hit the table. This kind of pain is unbearable even if it is accidentally bumped, and the pain is also difficult to dissipate.

Leon bit his lip hard, but still let out a painful cry.

Soon, his entire arm was numb with pain.

"Have you changed your mind?" Lusa asked.

"No!" Leon replied decisively.

Lusa looked him in the eyes, pulled out a gun, and aimed it at his wrist.

"I won't let you die," she said, "but with this shot, your hand will be separated from your wrist. Don't worry, the silver needle will make your arm lose sensation and you won't feel any pain."

Leon moved his lips, silently swearing hundreds of swear words.

"Now," she asked, "have you changed your mind?"

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