Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Lonny, come here and put the prisoner down for a while, and arrange them in Area C."

"Ok."

A rough male voice came from the microphone.

Han Sen stood there, and after a while, a tall man wearing a prison guard uniform walked in, looked at Han Sen and said, "Follow me."

Han Sen nodded and followed him out.

Roni is the jailer who helps the warden manage the entire prison, and is the second most powerful man in Roman prisons.

He looked at the young man with mild eyebrows and no hostility beside him, and said formulaically: "Listen, I'll take you to the barber for a haircut first, and then go to the prison's property management office to get some of your hair." Daily necessities, and then take you to your cell in Block C. In the evening, we will arrange for you to meet with your lawyer."

"I hope that in the next seven years, you can live your prison life honestly, abide by the law, don't fight or deliberately provoke troubles, and if you encounter any problems, you can go to the prison Long, he will tell you the solution."

"As long as you perform well and work hard, then you can get out of prison safe and sound, and save some money, and you are more likely to get out of prison early. You are not young anymore, you are already an adult, you must Be honest and obedient, you know?"

Along the way, Han Sen didn't say a word, and it was Loni who chatted endlessly.

Loni took Han Sen to cut a standard prisoner's hairstyle, and then went to the item management office to register and receive two quilts, two dark blue prison uniforms, and a rice plate for serving food.

"Okay, I will now take you to the cell where you are staying."

Han Sen nodded, holding the things he brought, followed Loni into a side door, and walked up a long, cold corridor.

The corridor was quite clean. Han Sen glanced at it. The corridor seemed to be very long, and the tiled surface was slightly reflective. It seemed that someone was cleaning it every day.

For Han Sen, everything here is very new.

"A district is a Muslim district, B district is a white district, C district is a Chinese district, and D district is a black district."

Loni gave a brief introduction.

Han Sen followed Loni into the corridor.

It was really cold inside. Han Sen was only wearing a white sportswear and a cheap low-necked thin sweater, so he shivered for no reason.

Now is the time for the prisoners in the prison to freely organize entertainment activities inside. In order to pass the long prison time, the micro society of the prison naturally organizes various activities on a regular basis.

It’s like club activities in a university—a well-behaved leader of prisoners, like the warden, applies for activities. After the warden’s approval, they carry out various entertainment activities under the supervision of the warden.

However, because of cultural traditions, each district seems to have different forms of activities.

Han Sen followed Loni and passed by, the first three districts.

Area A: Muslim area.

The Muslim Quarter is definitely the quietest area in the entire prison.

Because they spend almost all their time praying to the great Allah.

When Han Sen passed by here, he saw those Italian Muslim men in long white robes and bushy beards all gathered in a mobile cell. A huge blanket was spread in the center of the cell, and a dense group of people Kneel on it and sing and bow to Allah very devoutly.

This is a simple ritual of worship.

District B: White district.

After crossing Area A and passing a stairway, it is the white people's area of ​​Area B.

Compared with the Muslim quarter, the white people seem to be less organized. The Italian men sit together in twos and threes playing poker, or frolicking on the stairs.

Han Sen also saw two or three men beating a man at the corner of the stairs, but Loni didn't seem to see it, and walked straight forward without taking his eyes off it, as if he was used to such incidents.

In short, the white area gave Han Sen the feeling that it was extremely noisy and there were no rules at all.

Area C: Chinese area.

The Chinese district seemed extremely boring. Han Sen saw a few Chinese men playing Texas Hold'em with cigarettes in their mouths, but they didn't say a word, very dull.

There are also some people who are gathering together to read books, and they are all silent.

Those who were doing nothing in the cell all stood up when they saw Han Sen coming, and looked straight at Han Sen through the fence.

There was neither malice nor kindness in the eyes.

"Okay, let's go upstairs."

Loni signaled Han Sen not to pass by, urging him to go up to the second floor.

"Your cell is on the second floor, a single room."

Han Sen nodded and followed Loni to his cell.

A brass metal nameplate was pasted on the dilapidated wooden door, which read [C[-]] "From now on, your serial number will be C[-]."

Loni opened the door and put a key on the broken table next to the door, "This is your room, you live alone, and lock the door at night, understand?"

"understood."

Han Sen nodded, reaching out to hold Ruo in his hand.

"The bell will ring at dinner time, and someone from the kitchen will come to deliver the food. You can just ask him to get the food. There is a button on the door frame that can directly talk to the warden. If there is any situation, you can just report to him directly. , or tell me."

What Loni said in a rambling manner, Han Sen no longer remembered, just turned to look at the surrounding environment.

The cells in Area C (Chinese area) and Area B (White area) are simply worlds apart.

Han Sen remembered that the cell in Block B he saw was high-grade and clean, with a TV, refrigerator, VCD player, a large dining table and a high-quality wooden chair that could lean back.

Moreover, the four walls of the cell in Block B are quite clean and neatly painted, and there is also a separate bathroom that looks good.

But look at the little house in front of you.

It's nothing more than a pitiful one, only fifteen square meters at most.

Moreover, the walls on all four sides are exposed concrete walls with dull colors, which have not been painted.

As far as the eye can see, there is only a small bed in the room, a dilapidated small square table with a bare four-legged stool on top of the table.There is also a drinking fountain that looks pretty good.

Although there is also a separate bathroom, it is also dilapidated.

Han Sen quietly watched the place where he would live for seven years. He sat on the bench with his back against the wall, took a few sips of hot water, and then stood up again. He took off his white coat and curled up. Roll up your sleeves and start cleaning the room.