Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

After breakfast the next morning, Nietzsche asked Han Sen to call his lawyer over.

Nietzsche personally took Han Sen to the reception room.

Because if Han Sen wants to be released on parole, he has to go through the lawyer's look and fill out some forms.

Han Sen followed Nietzsche to the reception room on the second floor.

"I'll talk to him later."

Nietzsche said to Han Sen without turning his head.

Han Sen nodded and looked up at Nietzsche, who was wearing a short black jacket. The two slender legs in black slacks stepped up the steps gracefully and rhythmically.

When he entered the reception room, Han Sen saw that the American lawyer Ross assigned to him by the court was already sitting in the reception room.

Ross saw Nietzsche.Lutheran was taken aback suddenly.

"Good morning."

Rose greeted Hansen and Nietzsche.

Nietzsche walked into the reception room, sat down straight away, glanced at Rose blankly, and did not speak.

Han Sen stood beside Nietzsche and greeted Rose: "Good morning, Rose."

Rose stared blankly at the handsome man with red hair and green eyes, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Nietzsche looked at Ross and gave the order directly:

"I called you here to tell you that Han Sen is going to be released on parole for two days now, and I need to fill in all the forms that you need to fill out."

Ross was taken aback. Han Sen has been in prison for less than two years now, and the warden's evaluation of Han Sen's behavior and morality has not been fed back to him. He can't do this. This is not just a violation of regulations. , is also illegal.

"No, I can't do this," Rose said immediately without hesitation,

"If this is the case, my lawyer's license will be revoked. If Han Sen commits another illegal act outside, I will also be jointly and severally responsible when the police pursue him."

Han Sen, who was standing behind Nietzsche, gave a low cough, gave Rose a look, and reminded him to speak up.

Nietzsche looked at Rose coldly and said:

"Listen well, what I ask you to do, just do it well for me obediently, if you don't do it this way."

Nietzsche pulled Rose's lips and smiled in a low voice:

"In the future, if you stay at home, it's best not to go out casually."

Rose looked at the cold emerald eyes of the man opposite, and was speechless for a while.

After Nietzsche finished speaking, he stood up, put his hands in the pockets of his slacks, turned and walked out.

"Han Sen, what have you been doing all this time? Who are these people? Why are you with these thugs?! Han Sen, don't you want to go out from here?"

As soon as Nietzsche went out, Ross turned his head and began to condemn Han Sen.

Han Sen turned around and glanced at Ross, whispering:

"Looking at that pretty face, you probably don't know who he is. Let me tell you, he is Nietzsche Lutheran. Don't tell me that you don't know him. Ross, just obediently fill out the application form."

Rose was taken aback for a moment, it was Nietzsche.Lutheran?

God, as long as you read newspapers and news in Italy, there are not many people who don't know him. He is a vicious thug, a notorious killing machine in this country.

Ross's normal face just now turned pale, and cold sweat broke out all over his body. Ross grabbed Han Sen's arm and said in a low voice, "Han Sen, I can do anything! I'm willing to do anything! Listen! , He... I mean, Mr. Nietzsche won't do anything to me, will he?"

Han Sen patted his face, pulled his lips and smiled:

"You know he just does what he says and doesn't talk too much nonsense."

Ross nodded hurriedly, just now he heard Nietzsche with an arrogant look on his face.After the name Lutheran disappeared in an instant.

Han Sen stretched out his head to look at Nietzsche's back,

"Okay, I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen quickly turned around and walked out of the reception room, quickly following behind Nietzsche.

Nietzsche turned around and went down to the second floor, walking towards the playground.

Han Sen hurriedly followed, "Are you going to the playground?"

Nietzsche nodded.

Han Sen followed Nietzsche to the playground.

Nietzsche was sitting on a chair in the playground, Han Sen leaned his back against the barbed wire, stood behind Nietzsche, and looked straight at the man's crimson hair that glowed with faint golden light in the sun, and his thin profile The face is soaked in the sun, and it looks more and more white and delicate.

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In Roman prisons, the first time a prisoner who applies for parole generally must meet the following conditions: [-]. He has been in prison for two years, and he has performed well during his sentence in the prison without any bad records; [-]. The prisoner must have his own certificate Application form and the application form of the lawyer directly responsible for the prisoner's case, the warden's evaluation report on the prisoner's behavior in prison, in this report, the prisoner's behavior must be good and meet the conditions of parole; [-]. Written signed consent of the warden, co-signed authorized consent of prosecutor and judge, and jury members.

Originally, these procedures, from application to approval, took about two months at the shortest time, but Nietzsche personally handled it, and it only took two days from start to finish.

The first day was to finish the lawyer's application form and the prisoner's prison assessment report from the warden. In the report, Han Sen's conduct was good. He was a model prisoner who united with his fellow prisoners and worked hard. No bad record.

The next night, the judges, prosecutors, and members of the jury all came to the warden's office one after another.

Because these people wanted to come over, the warden specially asked someone to bring a long oval desk over, and these people sat on both sides of the round table.

Sitting at opposite ends of the table are the prosecutor and the judge, with the rest of the jury sitting on either side.

After entering the door, everyone looked at each other without speaking, pretending to be sanctimonious on the surface.

In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that this interrogation was just a necessary legal procedure, and they were all arrested by Nietzsche.Lutheran, the leader of the underworld, has bribed with a lot of money. The bribe is very rich and the temptation is too great. They really can't refuse.

And they know that everyone present is a moth inside the country's legal machinery.

A small part of the reasonable operation of the state apparatus depends on the constraints of society and public morality, but most of it depends on the promulgation of laws by government agencies to restrict people's behavior and protect the people's sovereignty.

Therefore, the role of law enforcement in this is very important, pay attention to: law enforcement must be strict, and violations must be investigated.

But when the water is clear, there will be no fish. As long as there are laws and restrictions, there must be moths. But there are so many moths in the world, what is one more person?

In this way, they organized this seemingly high-sounding questioning with both satisfaction and shame.

"Okay, bring the prisoner in."

The first one sitting on the far left is the chief judge. It was a long-haired Caucasian woman. She lowered her head and pretended to look at the neatly marked documents in front of her, and then asked the jailer to take Han Sen to Come in.

Han Sen was brought in by the jailer. He looked at these men and women and stood in front of the office with a blank expression.

"What's your name?"

"Han Sen."

Han Sen looked at the woman asking his question, thinking about all the other questions this woman might ask him.

But the woman just lowered her head and flipped through Han Sen's file, then skimmed through all the procedures in the middle, and asked directly: "Should I know the time of my parole? Come back from 07:30 tomorrow morning to 07:30 the day after tomorrow. You Can you come back on time?"

Han Sen was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect the judge's question to be so easy. Then he nodded and said, "Yes, I know. I'll be back on time."

"Well, it's good to know."

The female judge nodded, then turned her head to look at her colleagues who were silent all around and said, "I personally agree to his parole."

Others also echoed, nodded and said, "I agree too."

After a while, everyone signed in unison.

Looking at this scene, Han Sen felt that everything seemed so easy and unreal.

Sure enough, as long as you have money and power, even the usual high-spirited government bureaucrats will bow down to you.

All are captives of desire.These sanctimonious judges are no exception.

After signing, the female judge ostentatiously said a lot of truth to Han Sen. Han Sen nodded, turned and walked out.

After returning, Han Sen reported to Nietzsche, then returned to his room, sat on the edge of the dining table, poured a cup of hot water and took a sip.

Although Nietzsche didn't ask him to do something good, Han Sen was still a little excited because he was able to go out for two days.

He hadn't been out for so long that he wondered what it was like outside.

At the same time, Han Sen was slightly surprised by his indifference.

He felt that his personality had really changed. When Nietzsche asked him to kill someone, he could easily nod and agree. Although he was still reluctant psychologically, he no longer felt the pressure in his heart as he used to.

What is murder?

Han Sen sat there thinking silently.

To kill is to use cruel means to exterminate one's own kind.

Han Sen looked straight at the white wall opposite, and slowly pulled an invisible smile from the corner of his mouth.

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The next morning, Han Sen got up early, then walked to the opposite side, opened the door and entered Nietzsche's room.

"Mr. Nietzsche."

Han Sen stood in front of Nietzsche's bed and shouted in a low voice.

The man didn't respond, and was still lying on the bed silently.

Han Sen looked down at Nietzsche who was still asleep.

The sky had not yet brightened, and the lights on the prison square were still flickering. The pale golden light outside the window shone in through the window and fell on Nietzsche's fair face.

The man's bright red lips were still pressed together, his thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow, his beautiful face seemed no longer so cold, but a little softer, but the face with a snowy complexion still looked like an ancient European legend The bloodthirsty aristocrats in the movie generally carry a grim feeling.

Even Nietzsche's sleeping posture seemed upright and restrained. His sleeping posture was quite upright, and he looked like a natural nobleman. Han Sen looked at Nietzsche blankly, thinking in his heart.

Han Sen silently raised his wrist to check the time. It was only six o'clock, and he seemed to wake up a little early.

Han Sen bent down and pulled Nietzsche's quilt upwards. He turned around and went to the washroom to get some cold water to start boiling. Then he went out to the back of the cafeteria and brought back some long bread.

When he entered the door, Nietzsche had already woken up. He was wearing a black low-necked sweater and black boxer shorts. His two-day-long legs were naked and overlapped. His feet were without socks, and he held a white cigarette in his hand. Smoking silently.

"Wake up?"

Han Sen entered Nietzsche's room with bread in his hand.

Nietzsche took a puff of the cigarette, glanced at Han Sen lightly, and said nothing. The plain white mist of the cigarette slowly drifted out from Nietzsche's bright red lips.

Han Sen put the bread in his hand on the table. The hot water on the table had already been boiled. Han Sen walked into the bathroom with the hot water, halfway in the sink, and squeezed the toothpaste.

"Do you want breakfast?"

Han Sen stretched out his head and asked, Nietzsche didn't eat breakfast every day, it depends on his mood, in general, he usually doesn't eat it, Han Sen felt that he seemed to be in a bad mood every morning.

"Don't eat, pour me a glass of hot water."

Nietzsche stared straight at Han Sen walking back and forth in the room with no expression on his face.

Han Sen looked out the window, then turned to look at Nietzsche and said:

"Why don't you eat, eat a little, it's snowing a lot this morning, it might be a little cold."

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen, reached out and extinguished the cigarette in his hand, then nodded silently, got up and went into the bathroom to wash up briefly.

Han Sen poured a cup of hot tea for Nietzsche, then tore the bread and put it in front of Nietzsche.

After Nietzsche finished washing, Han Sen opened the chair and let Nietzsche sit down, then bent down and picked up Nietzsche's feet, and put on black socks.

"How will we go in a while?"

While moving his hands, Han Sen raised his head and asked Nietzsche.

Nietzsche tore a piece of bread and took a bite, "Xia Zuo is already waiting for us at the door."

Han Sen nodded, remembering Xia Zuo's extremely sissy face and his dazed and panting expression when he was on Nietzsche's bed, he pursed his lips, looked up at Nietzsche, and then stopped talking.