"就在我准备挂断电话的时候,他突然问,'女子监狱里有很多女人吗?'
"我回答说:"当然.
他振作起来,语气狡黠地问道:"有美女吗?
我说:"当然.
他连忙跟进,"所以,你不是在享受你一生中的时光吗?
我说:"当然.
他问:"你什么时候带我去玩?
我说:"你以为这是夜总会吗?你以为你可以来来去去吗?
他说:"你算不上兄弟.
我回答说:"好吧,也许我不是,但我必须离开.我现在要去购物.
换了两辆公交车后,我到达了市中心.我取了一些钱,然后去一家小餐馆点了几个菜,喝了点啤酒.
一段时间不出去让啤酒味道更好.就连街头熙熙攘攘的人群,也显得让人感到欣慰.
吃饱喝足后,我逛了一会儿,然后参观了一条步行街.我发现了一双价格超过七百的皮鞋,但当我检查钱包时,我意识到我买不起它们.所以,我继续前进.
我在超市买了一些东西,买了几本书就回家了.
一天就这样过去了.
周末过后,周一到了——是时候接待新囚犯了.
犯罪嫌疑人一旦被法院判刑,他们就正式成为罪犯.
这些被判刑的人在看守所被称为"已定罪的罪犯".他们不能与尚未被判刑的嫌疑人一起安置.
每月5日,一批被定罪的罪犯被移送监狱.所以,5日是"新入学"日.
康姐要我和她一起接待新来的囚犯.她说我需要熟悉环境,了解工作流程,并写下囚犯的报告,帮助他们平静下来,防止心理崩溃.
在监狱巨大的铁门前,康姐,那个经常骂我的矮胖队长,以及其他几个看守正在等候.
除了女侍卫,我认识的并不多.
两名守卫站在大门的两侧,手里拿着枪,脸色严厉.片刻后,巨大的铁门砰的一声打开,发出雷鸣般的声音,就像炸弹爆炸了一样.
首先,一辆军警车到达,随后是一辆囚车,最后是一辆运输车.
军警下车,与狱警站在一起.然后他们走到运输车前,一名女警卫员喊道:"滚!
女囚犯们开始一个接一个地走下台.
他们有很多,身高,体型和年龄各不相同.他们每个人都带着沉闷的灰色表情.
走进这座陈旧的岁月坟墓,每一个犯人的心情只能用两个字来形容:绝望.
当我看着他们时,我以前好色的自己又浮现出来,想知道哪一个女囚犯有吸引力.
但失望很快就接踵而至.要么他们太老了,要么太没有吸引力.
然后,两名警卫上车,带出一名女囚犯,头上蒙着黑布.
虽然身着囚服,但女子却昂首挺胸,神姿傲人,身材修长.她的腿特别引人注目.虽然我看不到她的脸,但我看得出来她一定很漂亮.
在街头,我只是一个普通人,一个没有钱,没有权力,没有才华,没有外表的无名小卒.说到女神,我只能敬畏地凝视着,远远地流着口水.但在这里,在监狱里,我的情况就不同了.
这不是关于他们是否对我感兴趣,而是关于我是否对他们感兴趣.
A tall woman walked past, handing the lead guard a black package. It was heavy, but I couldn't tell what it was.
Curious, I moved closer to take a look.
The woman turned her head and gave me a fierce glare. She looked like a younger, crueler version of Empress Dowager Cixi. Her eyes were like venomous snakes, so sharp that just one glance made my skin crawl.
I quickly retreated, returning to my original position.
The transport vehicles departed, and the guards took the prisoners to the inspection room, where every inmate had to undergo a body check to ensure they weren't bringing in dangerous items like knives or drugs.
Once they were done, Sister Kang called me over. As I approached, I noticed that the "Empress" was still eyeing me, her gaze cold and calculating. Then, with a metallic edge to her voice, she said, "Go check the inmates."
Check the inmates? But I'm a man.
Sister Kang spoke to her, "Warden, this is Xiao Zhang, the psychological counselor. He's a male."
The woman was none other than the prison warden—the highest authority here. No wonder she acted so high and mighty.
The warden's voice was sharp, "Go quickly!"
Her tone wasn't intentionally menacing, but it naturally had that effect.
I mumbled, "Okay…" and hurried off to the inspection room, unsure why she was angry at me.
I couldn't help but feel confused. I hadn't done anything wrong. Why was she so hostile?
It was clear that in this place, power was everything.