Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Because on the first day in prison, Han Sen spent almost the whole day cleaning the cell and washing clothes, and then went to the reception room to meet his American lawyer who could only chew words and make himself dizzy.

So after dinner that night, Han Sen almost fell asleep, instead, he slept soundly, without any wild thoughts.

I fell asleep very deeply, and when the bell rang the next morning, Han Sen sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a few seconds, then reached out and rubbed his hair habitually, only to find that his hair was originally black The thick strands of hair have been shaved off and there is only enough hair to grab.

one way or another.Han Sen still couldn't believe that he was really in jail.

And it was a full seven years.

Han Sen looked around and couldn't imagine that he would spend the next seven years in this small, pitiful prison cell during his youth just after he reached the legal age of majority.

Seven years... that is [-] days, I have just passed one day, and there are still [-] days left to spend.

Han Sen is just a boy who has just stepped into the adult world, and he sat on the edge of the bed covering his head in disbelief.

It wasn't until the jailer outside informed them all to come out for a routine roll call that Han Sen came back to his senses and forced himself to accept this cruel fact.

After roll call, Han Sen ate some breakfast in the cafeteria, and then wandered around the playground.

Now is free time.

The prison stipulates that the free time in the morning is for prisoners to go to the playground to relax, and the free time in the afternoon is to organize entertainment or study activities inside the prison.

Han Sen didn't bring any clothes, especially thick clothes. All he brought to the prison were single clothes.

So, when he came out to let the wind go, Han Sen only wore a low-necked light gray sweater, a pair of gray sports leggings, a pair of white sneakers, and the dark blue jacket that was not too thick. colored prison uniform.

But Han Sen found it troublesome, so he didn't even zip up the prison uniform.

People scattered on the playground.

Han Sen put his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, wandering back and forth on the playground with nothing to do.

In late autumn, although the sun is shining brightly, it is cold and bright without the slightest scorching temperature.

Han Sen is not very afraid of the cold, but with nothing to do, Han Sen can only walk back and forth.

"I'll kill you! Damn! I'll kill you bastard! Fuck your wife! You yellow pig!"

Suddenly, Han Sen suddenly saw a Chinese man in the middle of the playground being kicked and insulted by a white man.

Seeing that a person of the same race as himself was being bullied, Han Sen rushed over without hesitation, and then kicked the white man away.

"Grass! Another yellow pig!"

The white man was tall and strong. He grabbed Han Sen's collar and said viciously, "Boy, where the hell are you from?"

Han Sen also said to him fiercely:

"Whether I'm a bastard doesn't care about your business, but why do you bully others casually?"

In fact, Han Sen was still a little scared, because he was not sure that he would be the opponent of this white man. When facing an enemy who was much stronger than himself, everyone would feel a little nervous and fearful.

The white man sneered:

"Humans? You yellow pigs are not human at all, and you can bully them at will."

"Shut up!"

Han Sen scolded.

The sturdy white man sneered:

"I'm not only going to bully him, I'm going to beat you to death!"

After finishing speaking, the white man punched Han Sen hard in the abdomen. Han Sen was in pain, but he bent over reflexively and didn't even groan.

"go to hell!"

The white man threw Han Sen on the ground, kicked him hard a few times, spat again, and turned away.

Han Sen held his head tightly so that it was not hurt. He stood up quickly and helped the man lying beside him up.

This Chinese man has delicate features, looks very gentle, and has an abstinence like a male teacher.

But at this moment, his face was blue and purple.

Han Sen supported him to stand up, patted his face and said:

"are you OK?"

the man nodded,

"I'm OK."

This man looked gentle and was beaten violently, but he didn't seem to be so nervous or scared. Instead, he raised his eyes and gave the white man a hard look. He didn't seem to be a good-natured person either.

"Thank you."

The man looked at Han Sen and said, then pulled his lips and smiled.

Han Sen also nodded with a smile, letting go of the man.

"My name is Chen Zui, what's your name?"

Han Sen stretched out his hand and said:

"My name is Han Sen. Nice to meet you."

Shen Zui smiled and glanced at Han Sen, who was dressed in gentle clothes, then turned around and said, "Let's find a place to sit and talk."

Han Sen nodded in agreement, and the two found a place near the barbed wire, found two clean stones, and sat down.

"Silk……"

After sitting down, Han Sen stretched out his hands and rubbed his abdomen, which hurt a little from the white man's kick just now.

Received, Han Sen had just sat down, before he had time to speak, a handsome Italian man with black curly hair came over, looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Follow me."

Han Sen was taken aback, Shen Zui didn't look up, but whispered to Han Sen in Chinese:

"Follow him."

Han Sen hesitated for a moment, finally nodded, stood up with his legs propped up, and walked behind the man.

Xia Zuo led Han Sen towards the opposite side of the playground.

Han Sen saw a man in a black windbreaker sitting on the only bench in the playground. Behind him were two men standing against the barbed wire, smoking and looking straight at Han Sen.

Han Sen looked at the man sitting on the stool. He was far away, so he couldn't see his face clearly. He just felt that the man was sitting there upright, wearing a black windbreaker, and looked very noble, but It seemed that no one around him dared to approach him. Except for the two men behind him, everyone on the playground avoided him far away.

"Come on."

Xia Zuo pushed him unceremoniously.

"Oh."

Staring at the man opposite, Han Sen suddenly came back to his senses, nodded, and walked towards the men quickly.

Nietzsche looked at the boy coming across him with deep eyes.

The boy does not seem to be very old, exuding sunshine and childishness, handsome face, perfect figure, slender legs, tall and straight, and wearing outdated cheap leggings sportswear, Nietzsche rarely Meet good-looking men who can wear leggings and sweatpants.

"Boss, someone brought it."

Xia Zuo said, and then kicked Han Sen's hind legs. When Han Sen's legs bent in pain, he pushed Han Sen down. Han Sen knelt on the ground, and his short hair was used by Xia Zuo. Grabbing hard and pulling back, he could only raise his head and look straight at Nietzsche.

The few men who were still around just now leaned over and surrounded Han Sen in the middle, and the two men on the left and the right clamped Han Sen.

As soon as Han Sen met Nietzsche's gaze, he stared blankly at the man in front of him, unable to speak, because he couldn't imagine why a man could be so beautiful - Nietzsche has crimson broken hair, eyes It was the color of deep emerald green, and her skin was as white as snow, and her face alone had a kind of rich beauty that could not be melted away.

But those eyes showed no emotion at all. The man's red lips were tightly pressed together, and he looked down at Han Sen coldly.

"How old are you."

Nietzsche asked, his voice without intonation.

Han Sen was still staring at the man's face, speechless. Seeing a man with such a beautiful face, Han Sen was speechless for a while.

Nietzsche gave Han Sen a displeased look. He didn't like anyone distracted when he was talking. His expression was very unhappy and impatient because of Han Sen's distracted.

"Clap--!"

Xia Zuo slapped Han Sen twice from left to right. Han Sen couldn't move and could only let Xia Zuo slap his face.

Han Sen's still immature face suddenly left ten fingerprints.

Han Sen blinked, Nietzsche still looked at him blankly, and asked again coldly: "How old are you?"

The hostility in the man's eyes was frighteningly cold, Han Sen hurriedly said:

"I am this year."

Nietzsche nodded, looked at him and said:

"You are already an adult, you should be sensible."

Han Sen hurriedly nodded again.

"How do you feel about your time here?"

Nietzsche asked, those beautiful eyes looked straight at Han Sen.

Han Sen lowered his eyelids and whispered, "It's been a good time."

"Hmph," Nietzsche sneered,

"Have a good life? Kid, are you kidding me. This is not a good place. It's not easy for someone like you to get out alive without being covered."

Nietzsche's tone and expression were extremely serious, and Han Sen was speechless. Everything he encountered in these two short days reminded him that this place is really not a safe place to go. , someone like him will most likely be bullied.

Nietzsche sneered, stretched out his hand abruptly, squeezed Han Sen's chin very impolitely, and said viciously: "The task I give you is very simple, help me kill someone, after I kill him, I will cover you, If he is not dead, then you are the one who died."

Nietzsche spoke in a tone that could not be denied. Over the years, he had long been used to giving orders.

Han Sen was stunned for a moment, he never thought about killing people.

He was just an ordinary young man, there was a reason for attacking the police before, and he didn't want to kill anyone.

Han Sen shook his head,

"No, no, I can't kill people! If I kill people, I will become a murderer, and I may be imprisoned here forever!"

Nietzsche gave Han Sen a cold look,

"If you kill him, I promise you will have no problems, but if you don't listen to me, then I will let you die here immediately."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche didn't seem to intend to say any more. He sat upright, then unexpectedly pulled Han Sen's hair and hit the back of his head hard on the ground a few times until Han Sen's forehead was hit with a wound, warm blood flowed down his cheeks, and Nietzsche stopped.

Han Sen was in so much pain that he felt a trace of warm blood flowing down the sides of his cheeks, but he still gritted his teeth tightly and only hummed a few times when his hair was pulled .

Nietzsche smiled softly, sat up straight and straightened his coat. He just liked to see disobedient people being tortured in pain in front of him.

Guys who don't know the current affairs should be severely punished, so that they will be obedient.

Nietzsche always liked only people who obeyed the rules.

"If you don't agree now, just nod if you agree."

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen and said.

Han Sen took a deep breath and nodded. When he turned his head, he saw two patrolling jailers passing by. He saw himself kneeling in front of Nietzsche. He even glanced at Nietzsche who was sitting there. He nodded fawningly, and then left quickly, as if he didn't see himself at all.

Han Sen suddenly had a feeling that he was being held hostage. The handsome man in front of him seemed to be something he couldn't afford.

They come, the security.

Han Sen told himself in his heart that in the face of such power, Han Sen had no choice but to accept it obediently. Otherwise, this man who looked bloodthirsty in his eyes might really find a chance to kill himself, and those jailers didn't seem to He would make trouble for him, but treat him with respect—or rather, he was afraid of this man.

"Hey! Answer quickly! Do you want to do it or not? If you don't do it, I will kill you now!"

Xia Zuo suddenly reached out and patted Han Sen's face.

Han Sen nodded,

"Ok."

"Just be obedient." Nietzsche seemed to be smiling happily. He turned his head and waved to Michael standing behind him and said, "Michael, you come and teach him what to do."

Han Sen raised his head and looked at the man. He was a muscular man.

Michael nodded at Nietzsche, then said to Han Sen:

"Listen. The name of the person you want to kill is Shen Qingyang. He lives in cell C[-] across from you. He was assassinated before but escaped. Now he has become very careful. He only comes out when taking a bath and getting food. , I want you to seduce him, then have sex with him, and kill him while you're in bed."

Han Sen was taken aback, wait, what?To sleep with a man? !

Although he has seen many men with men in free and unrestrained Italy, but he is completely heterosexual. Even if he has not had a girlfriend yet, Han Sen is still very clear that he is heterosexual. like women.

So Han Sen looked up at them, thinking that Michael was joking, but the expressions on everyone's faces were very serious, not to punish him.

It seems that no matter what method is used to kill a person, they can use it.

"Hey, listen to me, I'm not kidding you."

Michael reached out and slapped him across the face again, reminding him to take this seriously and that they weren't kidding.

"I'll teach him myself."

Nietzsche, who was originally silent, suddenly said this sentence.

Michael nodded and stopped talking.

Xia Zuo glared at Han Sen fiercely. The boss seldom taught anyone what to do, so he was not sure what the boss would do to him.

Thinking that this lowly black-eyed and black-haired Chinese might climb onto the boss's bed, Xia Zuo wished he could tear him to pieces right now.

However, he never dared to disobey Nietzsche's decision, so he just stared at Han Sen fiercely. Although he didn't say a word, he completely expressed his anger and contempt.