There are air conditioning vents on the roof, which is the third thing I've seen in the room so far.
The ultra-low sink gave off an unspeakably unpleasant smell and seemed to double as a toilet.
Fortunately, the air-conditioning outlet is above the bed, so the fresh air can protect the place from "poisonous gas" pollution.
"Ugh."
Although the bed is a bit small, it is still comfortable to lie on...
It’s my first time in prison, and I have no experience. Judging from the situation just now, I am still waiting for the physical examination report and am in isolation. Are you worried that I have any infectious diseases?
But judging from the current situation, the management here seems to be quite loose. After entering the prison area, there are basically no prison guards. Most of them are the kind of robots that brought me in before.
The room didn't look like there was a monitor or anything like that, but considering that this was just an isolation room for temporary accommodation, it was only of reference value.
This seems different from the plot I saw in the novel?
No one told me what I should do, at least let me understand the rules of work and rest, right?
You can't just let the prisoners lie around doing nothing every day, right?
Hmm... just waiting here?
Okay, let's just lie down and sleep for a while. It's a bit nerve-wracking after all the tossing and tossing.
"Ding Dong!"
"Um……"
The sound of something falling to the ground?
I was half asleep, but in the end I didn't seem to fall asleep, but it seemed like something had fallen.
"Ouch……"
This bed doesn't support my waist, and my waist still hurts after lying down for a long time.
There was a small, square box on the ground, which seemed to have been thrown in through a small frame on the door.
It's something for me, right? It seems it's time to eat, right?
It's really a lunch box, but the sight of this sticky thing makes people unappetizing, right?
I don’t know what kind of mud is made of it, mixed with it. This is...a kind of vegetable, right?
There is also a little trace of meat fiber, which must have been mixed together and squeezed into this thick paste.
Apart from anything else, the quantity is quite large. Such a big box... It seems to smell sweet. It reminds me of a kind of canned food, but how should I eat it?
There are no cutlery or other things. Is it possible for me to use my hands?
I know that in prison you have to do everything possible to prevent prisoners from collecting tools to escape, but at least give me a little spoon or something?
It’s not like I can dig through a steel prison cell with a plastic spoon, right?
hateful……
I always feel that there is a very strange and uncomfortable atmosphere here, but considering that this is actually just a prison, what can I do?
I can only continue to follow the established rules with tears in my eyes...
It's quiet everywhere, but if you open the door and put your ear to it, you can hear the bustle of people outside.
To my surprise, the prison was not as silent as when I came in. I could even feel a little lively when I heard it.
According to my guess, the middle patio should be an area for prisoners to relax, where prisoners can socialize or have other activities at specific times.
If you listen carefully, you can tell that most of the communication is in a language I don't understand, but judging from the intonation and tone, it may be the same language as the AAS team.
In other words, most of the prisoners here are local or local prisoners.
However, you can also hear the sound of communication using the standard alliance language. I wanted to listen more, but because the sound was not really loud and the sound source was in a noisy environment, I gave up except for hearing some useless chat.
"Dip, click!"
I go!
Scared me!
There seemed to be no sound in the movements of these robots. When I realized that the door had been opened and wanted to stand up hastily, the flashing green light of the sight glass was already looking at me.
"4521, you have passed the physical examination and are now transferred to a general prison."
what?
Have the physical examination results come out?
Didn't it say how much it would take, 48 standard hours?
I just had a meal after I came in, so it shouldn’t have been more than 12 standard hours at most, right?
The structure inside the prison is very simple, just like a hotel hotel, with a row of rooms. From the inner corridor, you can see the ground of the middle patio. At the moment, other prisoners are active.
The floor I am sitting on is the ground floor outside. It is mainly used as an isolation area and a single prison, while the two floors below should be the main prisoner holding area.
2315, 3437.
This was the first time I saw other living people so close since I was arrested. There were strips of cloth with their numbers printed on the back of the prison uniform.
Speaking of which, there must be something behind me. I didn’t pay attention when I was changing my clothes just now...
"4521."
The robot leading the way stopped and called my number, as if this was my cell.
B-3206.
It was a cozy eight-bed room, probably because it was time to move around freely. There were only two people sitting on the bed in the rather small room, looking at me up and down.
Do I need to say hello or something?
After sending me there, the robot left directly without any introduction or explanation. I stood at the door of the prison cell and entered. It didn't mean that I didn't enter. There was no trace of the bed in the corner of the room being used. It seems that it should be me. of beds.
The two of them just looked at me without saying a word, giving people an eerie feeling in the slightly depressing environment.
Since this is the case, I have nothing to say, so I'd better walk to my bed quietly.
There are 3 beds placed against the left and right walls of the room. There are 2 tables pushed together horizontally in the middle of the room, but it looks like there should only be 4 chairs.
Does it encourage competition?
The older prisoner on the same side of the bed as me stopped looking at me after I sat beside the bed. On the contrary, the younger prisoner across from me kept his eyes on me.
But after he looked at me again, he seemed stunned for a moment, and then he looked away.
Looking thoughtful, does this guy have something to say?
It shouldn't be the person you're connecting with. How could such a coincidence happen?
"jingle……"
ring.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
The old prisoner, who had lowered his head and remained silent after hearing the bell, suddenly started coughing. At the same time, the two of them looked at me again.
Damn it, what the hell does that mean?
“%dffa&sfuao#……”
Birds are singing. The ringing just now seems to be the ringing for the end of the activity time. More and more footsteps can be heard moving towards the corridors and corridors.
There were more conversations outside the door, and the syllables of the language became clearer and clearer. I could even hear some clear words, but unfortunately I couldn't understand a word.
They all stood up, and their expressions changed a little. I can't feel what information these details contain, but according to my experience, if everyone makes certain actions in unison, even though you don't understand the meaning, In most cases just do it.
Anxiety, hesitation, a little worry, and callous indifference.
You can still read something from their eyes. According to some plots or intuition, you may be able to taste that at this moment they are waiting for the "big man" in the prison cell to come back. They seemed to have gone out for some activities before.
and……
"Crack!"
"Ah doo!"
Ah, ah, howling?
The two of them lowered their heads together and shouted out strange words almost at the same time. I was caught off guard and could only lower my head along with them.
I knew someone had come in. Driven by curiosity, I raised my head slightly, trying to see the person's appearance while reducing the range of movements.
"Krum? Zemoras? Alliance man? Londolit?"
The low voice interrupted my small movements, and I could only slightly see a slightly fatter body and a relatively round belly...
The strange voice seemed to be questioning my identity. He asked me where I belonged in four languages. Rondolite was referring to the empire.
"alliance."
So I answered his question in Alliance language.
"Why are the Alliance people imprisoned in the prison here?"
I don't know if it's because he doesn't have a good impression of the alliance, but it can be heard from his slightly blunt Alliance lingo that his tone has become cold.
Damn it, I can’t say I’m a navy and kill your army, right?
When I was thinking wildly before, I didn't think of making up any excuses. Now that I'm talking nonsense on the spot, it's easy to lose the topic. Now it's difficult...
"Um……?"
But in retrospect, there may be some problems with my file information. I don’t know if Kalinin didn’t handle it well or some other situation. This should at least prevent me from being so quick to betray others, right?
"I hurt someone."
Damn it, now I have to make it up again. How could I be arrested and put in this kind of prison if I casually injured someone?
I obviously wanted to say that he was beaten to death, but when he came to his mouth, he subconsciously resisted because I was not the one who was beaten to death, so it turned into injuries.
tsk...
"Injured?"
"I take it you are unwilling to tell the truth?"
There were two people behind him. It turned out that they were the three people missing in the prison.
He was leaning in from the left and right, as if he was preparing to resort to violence against me, right?
The little fat man is the boss, and these two people are following his lead. Things are a bit troublesome, so it is better not to take action when you are not clear about the situation.
Of course, I definitely have no chance of winning if I fight three against one. It would be wiser not to anger them anymore.
"Wait, wait a minute, I did injure someone else, but that person's identity is a little special..."
Damn it, this is going to trap me. If they hold me down now, I will have to be beaten passively, but if I resist now, it may lead to more violent violence...
Damn it, damn it!
I can only implement the policy of not irritating, let them hold it as long as they can, and think about the logic and countermeasures of language first. As long as my attitude is humble enough now, the situation can be considered "friendly".
The ultra-low sink gave off an unspeakably unpleasant smell and seemed to double as a toilet.
Fortunately, the air-conditioning outlet is above the bed, so the fresh air can protect the place from "poisonous gas" pollution.
"Ugh."
Although the bed is a bit small, it is still comfortable to lie on...
It’s my first time in prison, and I have no experience. Judging from the situation just now, I am still waiting for the physical examination report and am in isolation. Are you worried that I have any infectious diseases?
But judging from the current situation, the management here seems to be quite loose. After entering the prison area, there are basically no prison guards. Most of them are the kind of robots that brought me in before.
The room didn't look like there was a monitor or anything like that, but considering that this was just an isolation room for temporary accommodation, it was only of reference value.
This seems different from the plot I saw in the novel?
No one told me what I should do, at least let me understand the rules of work and rest, right?
You can't just let the prisoners lie around doing nothing every day, right?
Hmm... just waiting here?
Okay, let's just lie down and sleep for a while. It's a bit nerve-wracking after all the tossing and tossing.
"Ding Dong!"
"Um……"
The sound of something falling to the ground?
I was half asleep, but in the end I didn't seem to fall asleep, but it seemed like something had fallen.
"Ouch……"
This bed doesn't support my waist, and my waist still hurts after lying down for a long time.
There was a small, square box on the ground, which seemed to have been thrown in through a small frame on the door.
It's something for me, right? It seems it's time to eat, right?
It's really a lunch box, but the sight of this sticky thing makes people unappetizing, right?
I don’t know what kind of mud is made of it, mixed with it. This is...a kind of vegetable, right?
There is also a little trace of meat fiber, which must have been mixed together and squeezed into this thick paste.
Apart from anything else, the quantity is quite large. Such a big box... It seems to smell sweet. It reminds me of a kind of canned food, but how should I eat it?
There are no cutlery or other things. Is it possible for me to use my hands?
I know that in prison you have to do everything possible to prevent prisoners from collecting tools to escape, but at least give me a little spoon or something?
It’s not like I can dig through a steel prison cell with a plastic spoon, right?
hateful……
I always feel that there is a very strange and uncomfortable atmosphere here, but considering that this is actually just a prison, what can I do?
I can only continue to follow the established rules with tears in my eyes...
It's quiet everywhere, but if you open the door and put your ear to it, you can hear the bustle of people outside.
To my surprise, the prison was not as silent as when I came in. I could even feel a little lively when I heard it.
According to my guess, the middle patio should be an area for prisoners to relax, where prisoners can socialize or have other activities at specific times.
If you listen carefully, you can tell that most of the communication is in a language I don't understand, but judging from the intonation and tone, it may be the same language as the AAS team.
In other words, most of the prisoners here are local or local prisoners.
However, you can also hear the sound of communication using the standard alliance language. I wanted to listen more, but because the sound was not really loud and the sound source was in a noisy environment, I gave up except for hearing some useless chat.
"Dip, click!"
I go!
Scared me!
There seemed to be no sound in the movements of these robots. When I realized that the door had been opened and wanted to stand up hastily, the flashing green light of the sight glass was already looking at me.
"4521, you have passed the physical examination and are now transferred to a general prison."
what?
Have the physical examination results come out?
Didn't it say how much it would take, 48 standard hours?
I just had a meal after I came in, so it shouldn’t have been more than 12 standard hours at most, right?
The structure inside the prison is very simple, just like a hotel hotel, with a row of rooms. From the inner corridor, you can see the ground of the middle patio. At the moment, other prisoners are active.
The floor I am sitting on is the ground floor outside. It is mainly used as an isolation area and a single prison, while the two floors below should be the main prisoner holding area.
2315, 3437.
This was the first time I saw other living people so close since I was arrested. There were strips of cloth with their numbers printed on the back of the prison uniform.
Speaking of which, there must be something behind me. I didn’t pay attention when I was changing my clothes just now...
"4521."
The robot leading the way stopped and called my number, as if this was my cell.
B-3206.
It was a cozy eight-bed room, probably because it was time to move around freely. There were only two people sitting on the bed in the rather small room, looking at me up and down.
Do I need to say hello or something?
After sending me there, the robot left directly without any introduction or explanation. I stood at the door of the prison cell and entered. It didn't mean that I didn't enter. There was no trace of the bed in the corner of the room being used. It seems that it should be me. of beds.
The two of them just looked at me without saying a word, giving people an eerie feeling in the slightly depressing environment.
Since this is the case, I have nothing to say, so I'd better walk to my bed quietly.
There are 3 beds placed against the left and right walls of the room. There are 2 tables pushed together horizontally in the middle of the room, but it looks like there should only be 4 chairs.
Does it encourage competition?
The older prisoner on the same side of the bed as me stopped looking at me after I sat beside the bed. On the contrary, the younger prisoner across from me kept his eyes on me.
But after he looked at me again, he seemed stunned for a moment, and then he looked away.
Looking thoughtful, does this guy have something to say?
It shouldn't be the person you're connecting with. How could such a coincidence happen?
"jingle……"
ring.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
The old prisoner, who had lowered his head and remained silent after hearing the bell, suddenly started coughing. At the same time, the two of them looked at me again.
Damn it, what the hell does that mean?
“%dffa&sfuao#……”
Birds are singing. The ringing just now seems to be the ringing for the end of the activity time. More and more footsteps can be heard moving towards the corridors and corridors.
There were more conversations outside the door, and the syllables of the language became clearer and clearer. I could even hear some clear words, but unfortunately I couldn't understand a word.
They all stood up, and their expressions changed a little. I can't feel what information these details contain, but according to my experience, if everyone makes certain actions in unison, even though you don't understand the meaning, In most cases just do it.
Anxiety, hesitation, a little worry, and callous indifference.
You can still read something from their eyes. According to some plots or intuition, you may be able to taste that at this moment they are waiting for the "big man" in the prison cell to come back. They seemed to have gone out for some activities before.
and……
"Crack!"
"Ah doo!"
Ah, ah, howling?
The two of them lowered their heads together and shouted out strange words almost at the same time. I was caught off guard and could only lower my head along with them.
I knew someone had come in. Driven by curiosity, I raised my head slightly, trying to see the person's appearance while reducing the range of movements.
"Krum? Zemoras? Alliance man? Londolit?"
The low voice interrupted my small movements, and I could only slightly see a slightly fatter body and a relatively round belly...
The strange voice seemed to be questioning my identity. He asked me where I belonged in four languages. Rondolite was referring to the empire.
"alliance."
So I answered his question in Alliance language.
"Why are the Alliance people imprisoned in the prison here?"
I don't know if it's because he doesn't have a good impression of the alliance, but it can be heard from his slightly blunt Alliance lingo that his tone has become cold.
Damn it, I can’t say I’m a navy and kill your army, right?
When I was thinking wildly before, I didn't think of making up any excuses. Now that I'm talking nonsense on the spot, it's easy to lose the topic. Now it's difficult...
"Um……?"
But in retrospect, there may be some problems with my file information. I don’t know if Kalinin didn’t handle it well or some other situation. This should at least prevent me from being so quick to betray others, right?
"I hurt someone."
Damn it, now I have to make it up again. How could I be arrested and put in this kind of prison if I casually injured someone?
I obviously wanted to say that he was beaten to death, but when he came to his mouth, he subconsciously resisted because I was not the one who was beaten to death, so it turned into injuries.
tsk...
"Injured?"
"I take it you are unwilling to tell the truth?"
There were two people behind him. It turned out that they were the three people missing in the prison.
He was leaning in from the left and right, as if he was preparing to resort to violence against me, right?
The little fat man is the boss, and these two people are following his lead. Things are a bit troublesome, so it is better not to take action when you are not clear about the situation.
Of course, I definitely have no chance of winning if I fight three against one. It would be wiser not to anger them anymore.
"Wait, wait a minute, I did injure someone else, but that person's identity is a little special..."
Damn it, this is going to trap me. If they hold me down now, I will have to be beaten passively, but if I resist now, it may lead to more violent violence...
Damn it, damn it!
I can only implement the policy of not irritating, let them hold it as long as they can, and think about the logic and countermeasures of language first. As long as my attitude is humble enough now, the situation can be considered "friendly".
