Chapter 279 Five Floating 116 Ordinary

It was a river that stretched between green hills.

In the rainy season, the river is turbulent, but against the backdrop of the narrow green mountains on both sides, it is only a turbid trickle.

Like an old man's snot, it smells of decay and stench.

This is the common first impression of the Minjiang River, but this impression does not originate from the Minjiang River itself, but because of some buildings around the Minjiang River.

Looking up, you can see the grid across the sky and the soaring concrete facade, and when you walk up to it, the only thought is awe.

This is Minjiang No. 1 Prison, where more than 95 percent of the province's felons are detained. Most of them will never breathe the air of freedom again in their entire lives.

However, Yan Guiqiu is not the same as those people, because he is lucky, he belongs to the remaining five percent.

He is a thief, a habitual thief to be precise. It is common for him to enter and leave the detention center, but it is the first time he has been imprisoned in Minjiang No. 1 Prison.

To be honest, he has good skills, and he is never greedy for stealing things. This time he was caught out of bad luck. At that time, he jumped on the outside of the air conditioner to avoid the owner who came home temporarily, but accidentally fell from the fifth floor. Fortunately, only one leg was broken.

But the judge probably thought that this would not kill him, so he simply sentenced him to a maximum sentence and let him "recover" in prison.

Today is the 350th day of Yan Guiqiu's sentence in the No. 1 Prison, which means that in less than a week, he will be released after serving his sentence.

He was probably too excited. He ate a lot at noon and didn't fall asleep during his nap. In the afternoon, he dragged his bad leg around the playground.

The most ferocious thorn in the entire prison is on the parallel bars in the northeast corner, and the second most difficult black boss is in the southwest corner. Yan Guiqiu just glanced at it and determined his route. For a prisoner of his level, he must be low-key and cautious, and it is best to be unobtrusive like a black mouse.

About the 10th minute when he walked, there was a little commotion in the northeast corner.

Two prison guards appeared by the parallel bars in the northeast corner, as if talking to Thorntou.

Yan Guiqiu watched for a while, as if walking in the opposite direction.

He lowered his head, his legs throbbing, and when he looked up again, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be someone missing from the wall in the southwest corner.

Black Boss is gone...

Thinking of this, Yan Guiqiu turned his head sharply, and saw that the parallel bars in the northeast corner were just as empty.

Yan Guiqiu always felt that it was not good. The two bosses were taken away for no reason at the same time, which was not a good thing. At this moment, Yan Guiqiu felt that someone tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned around and saw someone standing behind him.

The uniform is straight, and the eyes are cold.

It was a face he had never seen before.

...

The more people there are, the quieter it is sometimes.

The subway cars were full of people, huddled with commuters and school-going students, and the air smelled of egg waffles, leather and resin seats, and the smell was mixed and stuffy.

The car seemed to have just been crushed by some heavy news. There was a dead silence, no one spoke, and everyone looked down at their mobile phones.

The sound of the wall-mounted TV was turned down to a very low level, so in the carriage, only the muffled sound of the wheels rolling over the rails could be heard.

The girl in Fengjing's school uniform was crowded in the far corner by a group of office workers, and she shrank again towards the angle between the door and the seat.

Although she went to the subway together, her classmates were far away from her. After all, no one would like to go to school with a student who "has committed a crime".

The girl's face was pressed against the unopened car door, and outside the window was a dark subway tunnel. She closed her eyes and slept lightly, her short black hair was cut extremely thinly, and she looked more like a cold teenager, but she was indeed a girl.

The silence and repression continued.

The subway went through a dark tunnel, and finally, shiny signboards appeared on both sides, and the girl's white jade-like face was painted with various colors.

Maybe because of the light, maybe because the train finally stopped, and the exchange of people up and down brought a breath of air to the stuffy subway car.

The carriage that had been quiet for a long time stirred up again.

There is no reason for the commotion, only from everyone who is disturbed.

The high school students caught in the aisle began to talk. They lowered their voices, exchanged information on their mobile phone screens, and whispered earnestly.

You don't even have to listen, you can tell what they're talking about just by looking at that look.

"If you were really asked to vote, where would you choose?" The high school girl with a ponytail finally finished her Weibo. She pulled the handrail and asked another person beside her.

"I rely on you to keep your voice down, and if you are like this, ask me before you say anything."

"I'll ask you, then I think the most correct way is to abstain." With the increasingly noisy atmosphere in the carriage, the girl's voice gradually increased, "It would be nice if everyone abstained."

The other said in a low voice, "If you don't vote, you leave the choice in the hands of perverts, that's what that person said."

"Just listen to what he says, do you really want to vote? The choice you made is to kill indirectly. No one has the right to decide other people's lives." The female student raised her voice again and said impassively.

It was as if someone had put the handbrake on the noisy car atmosphere, and the surroundings were quiet for a moment.

The surrounding passengers pretended to be busy with their own affairs, but all seemed to be peeking at the girl who spoke. Perhaps because she felt the attention of the people around her, the female student became more courageous. She continued to preach: "This is a moral game, and he just wants us to kill each other. Do not make mistakes, this is the best choice!"

In the stuffy and depressing subway space, the female student's words were loud and clear.

Everyone in the subway who heard this sentence had thoughts of one kind or another, but no one would discuss morality and law with a little girl on the subway, because this matter had nothing to do with them.

Therefore, the only one who will refute the little girl is the little girl, who is full of spirit and very sharp.

The next moment, someone opened the corner between the seat and the door.

"That's not right," she said.

The voice was flat but cool, and the passengers looked at the sound subconsciously, only to see a thin girl pinned in the corner.

The girl has very short hair and amber eyes. When you narrow her eyes and raise the corners of her lips, you only feel that she is smiling, which makes you feel good.

The ponytail girl who was named and criticized pursed her lips, as if being insulted: "Fang Aizi!"

"Hey, it's me." Fang Aizi said as he stood up straight and put the backpack lazily on his arms back on his back.

The ponytail girl shuddered, as if she felt that there was a conspiracy or something else, so she mixed it up and said coldly, "I didn't hear what you were saying just now!"

"I said you were wrong." Fang Aizi repeated.

"Why am I wrong?"

"You are not eligible."

"Why do you say I'm not qualified!" The ponytail girl was still angry, "Everyone has the freedom to express their opinions, why don't you let me speak!"

"Because, not everyone has the qualifications to ask others to stop and listen to what he has to say." Fang Aizi paused and said calmly, "At least you don't."

"You seem to have said it, what are you a bad girl who has been in a juvenile detention center!"

"Of course I didn't." Fang Aizi was bored by the little girl-style quarrel, she said, "but I think if she makes a choice, it's her choice, and you can't just because it doesn't suit your heart, Just accuse others of killing someone indirectly." Fang Aizi paused and said, "Murder is a very serious crime."

"You are so reasonable, so what should we do now!" The ponytail girl gritted her teeth and asked again.

The radio ding-dong sounded, and the train was about to enter the station.

Everyone looked at the girl again, but this time, they were no longer gossiping and curious, they really wanted to hear something useful from that mouth.

However they were disappointed.

The girl raised her eyebrows and pondered, and finally she shook her head and Chen Ken said, "I don't know."

"You don't know yet!" The ponytail girl raised her eyebrows and scolded.

Fang Aizi said nothing.

The desire to get an answer was lost, and the mood of the passengers became dull and sad again.

They are just ordinary people.

Ordinary people like them have ordinary relatives, friends, teachers, and they have ordinary concerns about this city or that city. Therefore, they are not even as strong-willed high school girls. When they have to make a decision, They really don't know how to choose.

The difficult dilemma tormented everyone, the air was stagnant again, but both sides of the car windows finally lit up.

The train stopped, the guardrails opened, and the doors opened. The short-haired girl, carrying a schoolbag, slowly got off on foot following the dull crowd.

But suddenly, she seemed to think of something. She didn't look back, and she didn't look at anyone. She just looked up at the old lamps on the old subway station and said, "But I think someone will know what to do."

The girl's voice was as clear as water, and in the dimly lit underground space, the TV screen slowly lit up.

The female anchor of Yongchuan Satellite TV sat quietly in front of the anchor station, and from an old-fashioned kraft paper envelope, she slowly took out a piece of ordinary paper with the head of the Hongjing Municipal Bureau.

She looked down at the letter paper, raised her head again, opened her red lips lightly, and said calmly, "Hello, Zhan Xinjia."