The atmosphere of the prisoners was exceptionally harmonious today, and even the famous thorns were enjoying their lunch quietly. It turns out that today is Christmas Eve, and every prisoner received a small piece of strawberry mousse cake from the dining window, which is like a Christmas present in a boring prison.

Bai Chunian also received a piece, although he rarely eats sweets, but after eating clear soup with little water for half a month, this kind of thing can be regarded as a delicacy in the world.

After tasting it, there was a very faint smell of pheromone in it, which might have been stained when decorating the flowers. Bai Chunian sniffed carefully before he could distinguish the pheromone—the strawberry pheromone, mixed with strawberry jam. It's hard to detect together, it seems that their pastry chef is a soft little o with a sweet pheromone, and the craftsmanship is quite flattering.

He looked around, and it seemed that the black bear he beaten hadn't come back yet. The other cellmates glanced at him from time to time, and they all looked cowardly and couldn't expect them to do anything.

There was a 20-minute lunch break after the meal, and when the old-fashioned piercing bell rang, everyone in the cell had to get up, and the steward would arrange their work.

Prisoners don't just sit in the prison, they have to complete a certain amount of work every day. Bai Chunian's cell is responsible for cutting clothing fabrics today.

The guard led them out of the prison area to the garment factory, and asked them to walk forward in order. Four guards wearing body armor and holding shotguns were escorted at the end of the line.

Along the way, Bai Chunian looked at the prison snipers from the corner of his eye from time to time. The number of snipers he passed along the way was unusually large. When he thought about it, he knew that he was a dangerous object and must be strictly supervised. He was sure. As long as he just walks out of the team and makes a move, there will be countless sniper bullets immediately smashing him into a sieve.

However, these people do not look like additional personnel, because international prisons also have a strict duty system, and scheduling will be more convenient than adding additional personnel, and it is obvious that in the light offender area, other prisoners do not need strong supervision at all. Most of the police force was gathered on Bai Chunian, and there might be hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at his every move.

Bai Chunian raised the corners of his lips and followed the team into the garment factory.

The factory is a little old, many facilities are rusted and discolored, and some electric equipment makes a lot of noise. This is also an assembly line operation. Bai Chunian is responsible for cutting hundreds of sheets of cotton into the shape of ordinary T-shirts with a machine's cutting knife, and then sewing the front and back two pieces of clothing together with a sewing machine.

The machine is quite large, a vertical sharp blade is electrically controlled for cutting, and you only need to push the pile of cloth in your hand according to the line drawn by the previous person. on the blood of the last hapless one.

The cellmate next to him said that these clothes will be donated to the disaster area after they are finished, to be worn by children.

This job is very novel. It is also the first time for Bai Chunian to do it. It is very interesting. Cutting is not a problem for him. The hand that is used to holding a gun is the most stable. use.

The factory's sewing machine is an old-fashioned pedal sewing machine, which requires the foot to be stepped on the bottom to drive the gear and thread to stitch down.

In the laboratory, the researchers only injected him with the detailed structure and usage of cutting-edge weapons. They didn't teach him how to use the production tools from decades ago. However, Bai Chunian was good at research and sewed it up after a few fiddling. The layout of the clothes is simple, and it is done quickly one by one.

Before leaving, Du Mo quietly instructed the discipline to keep an eye on Bai Chunian. His original intention was not to let Bai Chunian do petty tricks, but the management was wrong, thinking that Bai Chunian was sent in because he had offended a big man, and was named for special "care", so he worked overtime for Bai Chunian, while others After finishing 100 pieces in the afternoon, he can rest. He has to finish 200 pieces.

When it was almost time to finish work, the supervisor deliberately went to check Bai Chunian's workload. If he couldn't finish it, he would be penalized and punished for sweeping the toilet and confinement. There was a way to toss him.

When I walked over, I saw that Bai Chunian's work station was about to be buried by clothes. The disciplined probe went in and snorted. This guy has done a serious job. Not only did he finish 200 pieces, but he also slapped cute characters on his clothes. Fish-shaped cross stitch, the remaining leftovers sewed a set of Disney Cinderella's same dress skirt, with a yellowed and curled corner of "Learn to Make Clothes in Three Minutes", now learning.

Bai Chunian was still very happy, and even started to estimate the measurements of Lan Bo.

The discipline originally wanted to find an excuse to deduct points and punish him for cleaning the toilet. Good guy, I feel sorry for not giving him a few days of sentence reduction.

At the end of the evening, another group of prisoners came to change shifts. An omega passed by Bai Chunian. Bai Chunian turned his head and saw his face clearly.

"It turns out that he is also in the light prison cell."

With the number 324 hanging on his chest, he is a little small, with a chameleon's curled tail dragging behind his baggy overalls, and his head is lowered silently, as if he is locked in a small world, no one outside. Can't interrupt him in a daze.

Wuxiang Stalker's eyes were entangled with black electrostatic tape. Bai Chunian raised his hand and shook it in front of him, making sure that he couldn't see anything. After thinking about it, he understood the reason.

The inherent ability of Wuxiang Stalker is related to imitation. Even if he wears a suppressor, this innate ability will not disappear, so just in case, he cannot see anything.

However, his eyes are blindfolded, it should be difficult to do the work, and he will be punished if he does not finish it. This rule will not be a blessing just because he is blindfolded.

When Wuxiang Stalker passed by Bai Chunian's side, his body paused for a moment, and he obviously noticed the familiar smell of pheromones on Bai Chunian's body, and his fingertips froze.

Bai Chunian turned slightly to the side, and quickly and covertly said in the ear of Wuxiang Stalker:

"I met Major Xia of the PBB Storm Force at Port M a few days ago. I haven't seen him for a long time, right? Do you want to know what's going on?"

The Elephant Stalker slowly raised his head, reacting to his words, and a layer of water mist formed his eyes sealed with black tape.