C13 Dirty transactions

The fool quickly got up after being kicked to the ground. He then rushed over and tried to grab a few steamed buns with all his might, but he was still knocked out.

Looking at the fool's actions, I didn't quite understand. After a few times, I saw that he still wanted to rush over. I hastily stopped him and said, "What are you doing?" We can eat the same food after they're done eating. Why do we have to rush over and snatch it now?

After hearing what I said, the fool's gaze immediately dimmed. "Hey, who's waiting for you? "Before long, all of these things will be taken away by that group of people. If I don't go and snatch them, we won't be able to eat anything."

The words of a fool left me in a daze. The food in the prison cell was ordered according to the quantity and everyone had it. How could we not have it?

At this time, a fight broke out on the other side. A group of people gathered around two people and started kicking. Each of the two people on the ground had two or three steamed buns in their hands.

Seeing this, I immediately understood that you would be beaten if you took more of someone else's share. If you took someone else's share, you would starve, and that kind of person is not worth sympathizing with.

The two guys who were beaten up had two or three steamed buns in their hands, but the ones who beat them had no less than them, and the ones who were watching the fight didn't even have half a steamed bun in their hands. Some of them even had a bowl of crystal clear porridge on the bottom.

Remembering how a fool would risk his life just to snatch two steamed buns, even though I didn't manage to get one in the end, I felt that things weren't that simple.

He then sighed and said, "You just came in and you don't know the rules here. In this dark place, only the strong have the right to speak, and only the strong have the right to set the rules."

"Take the meal just now for example. Although everyone has a steamed bun and bowl of porridge on the surface, that's not how it is. Did you see that leader with a knife scar on his face?" The fool continued.

I nodded. "What is it?"

Out of the tens of people in our cell, over a dozen of them are his subordinates. He is famous for being the leader of the thief gang in this area of River City, because he brought over a dozen of his brothers here with him. The biggest problem with the thief is that he likes to eat and eat, and he doesn't need to work, so he has set a rule since the first day he came in. The fool said.

"But Scarred Face doesn't follow the rules at all, every time before dinner, his men would occupy the surrounding of the place where the food is served, and as soon as the overseer leaves, that group of people would immediately start to snatch it away, and as soon as someone else came along to snatch it away, they would be kicked out like me just now. If they are lucky, they might be able to snatch one or two, if they are unlucky, they would only be able to drink porridge, they all have a clear division of work, one is responsible for stealing the other people while the others are responsible for chasing them out."

"Then what about those two people who were beaten up?" I asked.

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet."

"Therefore, every time we eat, there would always be a portion of people who would not be able to eat, and the ten odd people under the Scarred Face's command would always have their fill. Do you know what's the most important thing for us to be locked in here? There's no freedom in here, no world outside, only eating your fill is most important, so after that, in order to eat your fill, a lot of us in the prison had to rely on the Scarred Face, just to eat enough, or to eat enough of what they have. The fool said, and his own stomach suddenly began to bulge. I almost couldn't hold back my laughter.

"The two people who were beaten were people who later pledged their allegiance to the Scarred Face. Originally, they should only have a single steamed bun, but they took two or three of it. That's why they were taught a lesson by the Scarred Face." As the fool said this, he walked over and scooped up two bowls of porridge and brought them over. Then he squatted down with me on the ground.

Listening to the words of the fool and looking at those who did not manage to snatch anything from him, he suddenly felt that it was even more unfair than outside. The fool picked up the bowl of porridge and finished it in one breath.

Looking at him, I asked, "How many days have you not gotten anything?" I can see that those people who didn't manage to snatch anything have a little bit more or less on their hands, but why isn't there anyone who can share it with you? "

After the fool heard what I had to say, he smiled bitterly, "They are all around thirty years old. Those that the Scarred Face does not want will come together in groups of two or three, three people would be better than one, so there is plenty of food for them. But I am different, I am only a teenager, how would they follow me?"

Only after hearing the last sentence of the fool did I understand why he took the initiative to come over and talk to me as soon as I was sent to the prison. I had originally wanted to ask the fool why he didn't even bother to discipline me.

But now that he thought about how there were so many people locked up here every day, and how they were staying here for free, as long as there weren't any fights or deaths, he wouldn't care about them. Who would have the time to care about whether a prisoner was full or not?

The fool looked at me, then walked in front of Scarred Face, and said respectfully: "Brother Scarred Face, look at that brother of mine who just came in, he doesn't know the rules here. When we were cooking, he was waiting for you guys to eat.

After saying that, Scarred Face glared at the fool, then looked at me and said, "You f * cking said earlier that he was your brother, don't tell me that he doesn't know the rules? You won't tell him about the rules before the food is served? "

The fool felt embarrassed, but he still humbly begged Scarred Face, hoping that Scarred Face would give him even half a bun. Although I had never been hungry since I was young, the fool must have experienced that kind of feeling.

A fool will do whatever he likes in front of Scarred Face, but Scarred Face still doesn't have any intention of giving it to him. Instead, he threatened him to leave if he didn't leave, since fools are just like me, who are only children in their eyes.

Just as the fool turned around and walked towards me with a disappointed face, Scarred Face suddenly called him over and said, "Didn't you want to get a steamed bun for your brother? I can give it to him, but do you know the rules here? "

Hearing this, the expression on the fool's face changed. I instantly felt that something was wrong, but after that, the fool still turned around, smiled for a long time and said, "I know."

After saying that, the people sitting around Scarred Face started to laugh. Scarred Face then threw a steamed bun over to me, which the idiot caught in his hand, and gave it to me.

I didn't reject the fool's good intentions. I took the steamed bun and broke it in half. The other half was given to the fool, but the fool said, "I don't want it. I will vomit it out soon anyway."

Hearing this, I frowned and asked, "Why? How could I vomit? "

After the steamed bun turned cold, it doesn't taste good anymore. I thought that the fool wanted me to be able to eat my first meal in prison until I was full, so I didn't continue to reject him. I ate up the steamed bun along with the bowl of porridge.

By this time, dinner time had passed, and the prison warden would come to watch everyone recite the prison's rules. He would then take out some daily newspapers and show them to me.

After that, it was time for him to sleep. The detention center's break time was relatively early, usually around half an hour. At the latest it couldn't be more than eight-thirty, otherwise the entire cell would be punished on the second day.

Usually, the overseers would inspect the cell twice every night. Once at 8: 30 and once at 10: 00, all the lights in the cell were extinguished. However, the corridor outside the cell was still brightly lit, so the cell wasn't too dark.

The fool had asked me to sleep with him that night, but I had never slept so early. I had never slept at home until eleven or twelve, and the light outside was on my bed with the fool.

After the first inspection, the prison immediately quieted down, and all that could be heard was the sound of snoring. Originally, he wanted to chat with the fool for a while, but the fool didn't have any reaction. He must have fallen asleep.

However, it was not very loud. Not long after, a person jumped down from a bed on the other side, and quickly ran to the entrance of the prison to take a look, then said: "Brother Scarred Face, all of the instructors have gone to sleep, there's no one left."

Then there was a rustle, and I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep. I wasn't asleep, but I didn't want to be punished with them tomorrow.

I thought they were going to play cards or something, but at that moment the fool who was sleeping next to me sat up and got out of bed.

At this time, I suddenly recalled the rules that the Scarred Face had told the fool. What was the point of the fool doing now?

Was it because of what had happened before that a fool was now going to fulfill that rule? But why were there so many people surrounding him? Do we have to beat him up together?

Just as I was wondering, from the shadow of the shadow, I could see that Scarred Face's brothers were surrounding the fool and him in the middle. I couldn't really see what they were doing.

But the sounds I could hear, because the cell was so quiet, could be heard at all, and within two minutes there was a whimper from the crowd, as if something had blocked the way out of the mouth, followed by a slight retching.