Deep in the corridor of the severe punishment area of the southern suburbs prison, a dull smell mixed with cheap disinfectant, old mold and a strong smell of sweat floats in the air all year round.
Lin Yuan leaned lazily against the iron fence, wearing his police hat crookedly and playing with an unlit low-quality cigarette with his fingertips.
The prison guard's uniform that had been washed a little bit white was worn on him, and he felt like he was hungover and decadent.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound interrupted the silence in the corridor.
In Cell No. 3, Two strong men were bumping into each other like crazy bullfights.
One is Dakui, a professional thug with a height of 1.9 Meters and a muscular body, and the other is a "mouse" who is as lean as a monkey and a habitual thief with sinister eyes.
The cause of the fight between the two was extremely funny - they were fighting for control of the palm-sized "territory" in the bathroom.
"Kill you damn monkey!" Dakui roared angrily, slamming his fist into the rat's temple with a sound of wind.
Lin Yuan didn't move his baton, or even raised his eyelids. He just spoke quietly, his voice hoarse but with a chilling penetrating power: "Dakui, your daughter who is in elementary school just won the first prize in the city's Mathematical Olympiad last week, right? If she knew that her father, who was on a business trip, was locked up because of a fight in the toilet and missed the visit next month, do you think she could still win the trophy?"
