Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

After breakfast, Han Sen sat alone in the cell, having nothing to do, so he went for a walk on the playground.

Standing up and walking outside the playground, Han Sen leaned on the barbed wire surrounding the playground and looked at the crowd aimlessly. After all, he is just a big boy who has just stepped into the adult world. Male or female, life is so aimless and boring, and you can't find any meaningful things to do.

Han Sen found that Chinese people gathered on the east side of the playground, Muslims gathered on the west side, black people gathered to play basketball, and white Italians basically gathered on Nietzsche's side.

But Nietzsche himself sat on the only bench in the playground, just sat there with a blank face, looking straight at the people on the playground, without saying a word, as if silently observing something, calm and silent.

Next to him, the handsome man named Xia Zuo, who sometimes behaves a bit bitch, is sitting close to him, and there are three men standing behind him. Those are his right-hand men. They all had cigarettes in their pockets, puffing and puffing while talking.

"Hi! Han Sen!"

Suddenly, Han Sen, who was in a trance, heard someone yelling at him.

Han Sen turned his head and saw Shen Zui walking over from a group of Chinese people.

Shen Zui looks gentle, and when he smiles, he looks gentle and refined. When he saw Han Sen standing there alone, Shen Zui walked over with a smile on his face.

Han Sen put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the barbed wire, and smiled at Shen Zui.

"Han Sen, the weather is rather cold now, don't you feel cold wearing so little?"

Like all Chinese people, Shen Zui is used to starting conversations with caring words in daily life.

Han Sen shook his head:

"It's not cold, I'm hot."

Shen Zui parted his lips, smiled gently on his face, looked at Han Sen and said:

"Why don't you go around our side? There are all Chinese people over there."

Han Sen stretched his head and looked at the Chinese people who gathered together. They didn't seem to have a good impression of him, probably because they were not familiar with it.

Han Sen shook his head: "No, I'm fine by myself."

Han Sen was still young at that time, and he was new to the prison. He didn't understand the important role of forming gangs in the prison, but he liked to hang out on the playground alone.

He felt very comfortable this way.

Shen Zui still smiled, shook his head, then stretched out his hand and said:

"Thank you, you helped me out that day and were beaten up by them."

Han Sen also extended his hand generously to shake hands with Shen Zui, shook his head and said:

"That's nothing, don't take it to heart, I just don't like that person."

Shen Zui nodded with a smile,

"Did Nietzsche do anything to you that day?"

Shen Zui suddenly asked.

Han Sen subconsciously turned his head to look in Nietzsche's direction, but suddenly found that Nietzsche was looking straight at him, his dark green eyes did not blink, and his fair face was expressionless.

Han Sen just blinked, then immediately turned his eyes, shook his head and said:

"Well... no, he didn't say anything to me."

Shen Zui hummed and said something to Han Sen, but Han Sen didn't listen at all. He felt Nietzsche's dark green eyes looking straight at him, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

Nietzsche looks cold and heartless, which in itself makes people feel unapproachable, like some kind of cold-blooded animal-say, snakes.

At this moment, Han Sen felt like a trembling rabbit being stared at by a calm poisonous snake.

The weather is approaching winter, Han Sen didn't bring any clothes, but he is naturally hot, so he really didn't feel particularly cold, but Shen Zui said that he must give him two thick clothes, and insisted again and again, Han Sen Finally had to agree.

After dinner in the evening, Han Sen leaned against the door and heard the sound of the man opening the door. It seemed that he had gone out. He must have taken a shower in the bathroom, Han Sen thought.

So he quickly packed up his things, and went to take a shower. It's very cold now, and there is no heating in the cell, so everyone went to the heated bathroom to take a shower.

The bathroom in area C is also very shabby, with only showers and no bathtubs, and each bathroom is separated by a wooden door.

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When Shen Qingyang was taking off his clothes in the dressing room and preparing to take a shower, he saw the young man who lived opposite him coming in, he smiled softly, and walked straight over to chat.

"Hi, my name is Shen Qingyang, what's your name?"

"My name is Han Sen."

While taking off his clothes, Han Sen looked at Shen Qingyang, but his expression was still guarded, as if a little stranger, the expression on his face was not friendly to Shen Qingyang's approach.

Shen Qingyang smiled gently. He is not that kind of vicious person in life. He is a very gentle and easy-talking person. People who know him will say that he is a good person, and in fact, he is indeed a good person.

Although the fact that he helped his good friend Akino to kill someone makes him feel terrible, and makes him feel like a murderous thug, but this does not mean that a murderer cannot be a gentle and amiable person in daily life. people.For example, Shen Qingyang, he is a very gentle and amiable person in life.

Shen Qingyang nodded, and then asked him:

"Like cocaine?"

Han Sen has never touched drugs, but in order to continue the conversation, he thought for a while, turned his head and looked at Shen Qingyang several times cautiously, and then nodded hesitantly: "Well, cocaine is pretty good."

Han Sen knows that money is useless in prison, because they can't go out to spend money. Everyone uses marijuana and other addictive things for private transactions. Cocaine is relatively rare and appears to be very high-end.

"If you like it, come to my room the night after tomorrow. I know some people. I can give you some good stuff. I guarantee you will like it."

Shen Qingyang learned that the night after tomorrow is the time when all the jailers regularly report to the warden. At that time, there are almost no jailers on the floor, which is the best time.

Han Sen blinked,

"Is it okay to go to your room at night?"

Shen Qingyang looked at Han Sen's handsome face and smiled gently,

"What are you afraid of? I won't do anything to you, and I'm afraid I'll eat you? Come here, we're just chatting, okay?"

Shen Qingyang really doesn't plan to do anything to Han Sen for the time being. He is not a rash and aggressive person. If he is forced, both parties will definitely feel uncomfortable. It is better to take it slowly. He likes to communicate with feelings.

Han Sen nodded, looked at Shen Qingyang, and then began to undress.

Shen Qingyang looked straight at Han Sen's body and swallowed.

The young man's body is slender and plain, his legs are slender and well-proportioned, with a sense of beauty that can almost be called art. Being able to hug such a body must be the most wonderful thing in the world, Shen Qingyang thought very comfortably.

Han Sen was filled with disgust at Shen Qingyang's sweeping gaze, but he undressed slowly, then nodded cautiously at Shen Qingyang, and turned to enter the bathroom cubicle.

Shen Qingyang looked at Han Sen's young body without blinking.

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When he returned to his cell at night, Han Sen sat on the dilapidated stool with his head tightly clutched, the back of his head leaning against the wall, and he looked straight at the dirty wall opposite him, frowning tightly. Wrinkled together, the expression looked very unhappy.

Although he behaved very well in front of Shen Qingyang, it was because he had to force himself to do so. In his heart, Han Sen extremely rejected the fact that he was going to kill someone, and even more rejected the fact that he wanted to sleep with a man. matter!

To be forced to kill someone is already a terrible thing, but at the same time, you have to sleep with a man!

More importantly... Han Sen doesn't know how to do that kind of thing with a man.

Han Sen poured a cup of hot water and drank it slowly, and stayed in a daze until midnight. At this time, everyone fell asleep, and everything around him seemed very quiet.

In any case, he didn't want to kill people, and he didn't want to have that disgusting relationship with a man.

Han Sen has never been a cowardly person. This kind of thing makes him feel very resistant. He is thinking about various ways to do this.

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"Crack..."

In the middle of the night, Han Sen suddenly heard the sound of the cell door opening.

Han Sen froze for a moment, got up to open the door, but saw the jailer Loni he had seen before standing outside, and then put his finger on his mouth to signal him to keep quiet.

Han Sen nodded.

Loni said softly:

"follow me."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left. Han Sen closed the door gently and followed him out.

They walked towards the first floor.

Han Sen asked in a low voice:

"where are we going?"

Loni looked at Han Sen and said, "Area B."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking, and Han Sen could only follow behind Loni step by step.

When walking in front of Gate [-] in Area B, Loni suddenly said:

"Listen, no matter what Nietzsche Lutheran asks you to do, you just do it obediently, you know? I'm doing it for your own good, and I think you're very honest, that's why I'm telling you, I usually Never say such nonsense to other people."

Loni thinks that Han Sen is really a good person. If he was killed by that devil Nietzsche because of his disobedience, he would feel inexplicably pity.

Han Sen nodded.

Loni glanced at him, then knocked lightly on the door three times:

"Mr. Nietzsche, someone brought it."

"Let him in."

Inside came Nietzsche's toneless voice.

Loni opened the door, patted Han Sen on the shoulder behind him, then pushed Han Sen in firmly with his hands, turned around and quickly closed the door.

As soon as Han Sen entered the door, he suddenly found that Nietzsche's cell was not only fully equipped, but also had heating. Nietzsche himself was sitting next to the dining table, wearing a black low-necked sweater and black slacks, on the table at hand. He put a black gun and a half-glass cup of coffee, and held a white cigarette without a trademark between his slender fingers. He didn't do anything, as if he was just waiting for him, or he was thinking about something.

Han Sen stood by the door in a daze, at a loss. He didn't know what to say or do. Nietzsche was never a talkative man, nor was he a talkative man, and he was much older than Han Sen. Being in such a position, he naturally has much more life experience than Han Sen, and his methods are sophisticated. A kind of dual pressure from a mature and stable elder and a murderous gang leader immediately imposed on Han Sen.

Han Sen felt a little out of breath. Of course he knew what Nietzsche Lutheran asked him to do.

This man said before that he would teach him...to do that kind of thing with men.

At this moment, Han Sen couldn't believe that his first experience was taught by a male elder, and this male elder was obviously not a talkative man, or even a scary man.

Nietzsche glanced at him blankly, then stood up, walked straight to him, and said in a deep voice, "Take off your clothes and sit by the bed. I'm going to take a shower."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche turned and went into the bathroom attached to the cell. Han Sen heard the sound of water flowing in the bathroom.