bookrandom Chapter 499 They Are Not Human
Chapter 499 They Are Not Human
In the prison's slightly dim cafeteria, which was filled with the peculiar smell of food, the lights were dim and the water stains on the walls were like hideous ghost faces.
The prisoners sat in groups of three or five around the mottled dining table, leisurely eating their lunch. The simple and rough food on the plate was chewed slowly in their mouths.
Most people who were afraid of causing trouble kept their heads down, and were so quiet that only the faint sound of cutlery touching the plates could be heard. They were like frightened birds, not daring to make the slightest movement to attract attention.
Only a few brave ones would pretend to casually move their eyeballs slightly and secretly glance at the movements around them. There was vigilance and curiosity in their eyes. Once they noticed someone paying attention, they would quickly look away.
Nie Zhenhai was curled up alone in a corner of the cafeteria, quietly eating the bland food on his plate.
His hair was a little messy and his face showed the traces of prison life.
On the window side of the cafeteria, there were two tables put together. A middle-aged man with a hideous scar on his face was sitting around eating with a few of his younger brothers.
Their faces showed a kind of ferocity and violence that was unique to prison, which made people afraid to approach them.
At this time, Nie Lei walked carefully with the dinner plate in his hand, heading towards his father Nie Zhenhai in the corner.
But he tripped over something and lost his balance in an instant. With a scream, the plate fell directly on the scarred man.
There was an old man who was so skinny that his bones were visible. He opened his eyes wide and exclaimed, "Ah? This kid is finished." He covered his eyes and couldn't bear to look at it.
With a "bang", the dinner plate hit the ground with a harsh sound. The cafeteria instantly became quiet and everyone's eyes were focused on this scene.
Everyone had a different expression. Some looked happy and thought the matter was not a big deal; some were worried about Nie Lei; and some wanted to know how Scarface would deal with this kid.
Unexpectedly, Scarface did not react, but several of his younger brothers suddenly became furious, stood up suddenly, and strode towards Nie Lei.
One of the younger brothers cursed viciously: "Boy, are you fucking blind!" The voice rang in Nie Lei's ears like a thunderclap.
Nie Zhenhai subconsciously stopped what he was doing, slowly raised his head and looked towards the source of the sound.
Nie Lei was so frightened that his face turned pale, his legs went weak, and he could barely stand. He hurried over to wipe the food off Scarface's body.
I saw a burly prisoner with a fat face standing there, his eyes wide open and glaring.
He grabbed Nie Lei's head and pulled him back, his tone calm but every word venomous: "You little bastard, where are you pouring your blood? Are you looking for death?"
Nie Lei was trembling all over, and he apologized tremblingly: "Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
As he spoke, he knelt on the ground with a "thump" and kowtowed repeatedly, with his forehead making a dull sound as it hit the ground.
"Please forgive me this time, brother. I know I was wrong. I really didn't mean it." His voice was tearful, full of fear and despair.
Scarface didn't say a word from beginning to end, but he had a look of disdain on his face, as if Nie Lei in front of him was just an insignificant ant.
He continued to eat the food on the table slowly, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.
The younger brothers would not let Nie Lei go easily. They surrounded Nie Lei and started punching and kicking him.
Fists rained down on Nie Lei's body, and each blow was accompanied by a groan of pain from Nie Lei.
Nie Lei curled up on the ground, holding his head with his hands, trying to protect his vital parts, but the rain-like attacks left him nowhere to hide.
Nie Zhenhai watched this scene from the side, and his heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife. He was extremely anxious, but he also knew that in this prison, if he offended these people, the consequences would be disastrous.
But for the sake of his son, he gritted his teeth, took out the cigarettes he had prepared in advance from his pocket, and quickly approached the scarred man.
He smiled, but that smile hid endless helplessness and humiliation. He handed over a cigarette and said:
"Brother, this kid is blind and didn't mean to offend you. Please see that you are magnanimous and just treat him as a fart and let him go!" There was a hint of pleading in his voice.
When Scarface saw that it was a good cigarette, his eyes lit up slightly. He looked at Nie Zhenhai, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, reached out to take the cigarette and put it in his mouth.
Seeing this, Nie Zhenhai hurriedly took out his lighter. His hands trembled slightly due to nervousness, and he finally lit the cigarette for Scarface.
Scarface took a deep breath and then blew out a big smoke ring, looking leisurely and enjoying himself.
Nie Zhenhai secretly put a pack of cigarettes into Scarface's hand. Scarface took a sidelong glance and saw that there was something inside.
He narrowed his eyes and smiled, then said slowly, "Get out of here while I'm in a good mood."
Nie Zhenhai was as if he had been pardoned, with a grateful smile on his face, and he hurriedly said, "Thank you, thank you, big brother, for your generosity."
As he spoke, he hurriedly helped up the bruised and battered Nie Lei, and the two of them stumbled towards the door.
I thought the matter was over, but who could have imagined that from then on, Scarface would find Nie Lei and abuse him whenever he was unhappy.
In the dark and damp cell, several people pinned Nie Lei to the ground. Nie Lei struggled desperately but could not break free from their restraints.
Scarface, holding a belt he had found from somewhere, walked towards Nie Lei step by step with a twisted smile on his face, which was full of evil and cruelty.
With a "snap" sound, the belt hit Nie Lei's back fiercely, and a blood mark appeared immediately. Nie Lei let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the sound echoed in the cell, making people shudder...
In the dark, damp, and decaying prison cell, the small space was like an iron cage that imprisoned the soul. Nie Zhenhai curled up in a corner, his washed-out, patched prison uniform highlighting his desolation and helplessness at the moment.
At this moment, a shrill scream, like a sharp blade, cut through the silence of the cell and went straight into Nie Zhenhai's ears. His body shook violently, and his eyes were instantly filled with fear and worry. That familiar voice was his son's. He clenched the corners of his clothes with both hands, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and his body couldn't stop shaking slightly. Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes. He bit his lips, trying hard to suppress his tears, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and he could only cry secretly in this dark corner. His heart was full of self-blame and pain, and he hated himself for being so powerless now and unable to protect his son from harm.
Finally, it was time for the exercise. Nie Zhenhai pulled himself together, carefully put the cigarette containing the "goods" in his arms, and walked slowly to the playground with heavy steps. The sun shone on the playground, but it could not dispel the haze that permeated the prison.
In a corner of the playground, the burly prisoner, with a sly smile on his face, looked around with a sly look, then whispered to the scarred man beside him: "Brother, that old guy is here again." There was a malicious light flashing in his eyes.
Scarface had a faint sneer on his lips, and the hideous scar on his face looked even more terrifying in the sun. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a hint of disdain: "This person came in because he embezzled the company's finances, and he has some money. He knows how to show respect, and he's quite capable." His voice was not loud, but it revealed an unquestionable majesty.
At this time, Nie Zhenhai walked towards this side step by step, and each step seemed so heavy and difficult. When he walked not far away, he was blocked by two ferocious brothers like two small mountains. The two brothers crossed their arms and looked cold, as if warning Nie Zhenhai not to act rashly.
Scarface raised his chin slightly, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes, and ordered: "Qiangzi, call him over!"
The burly prisoner named Qiangzi waved his hand carelessly, and the two younger brothers reluctantly made way.
Nie Zhenhai had a flattering smile on his face and walked towards the scarred man in a hurried and somewhat flustered manner.
He bent slightly, held the cigarette respectfully in both hands, handed it over and said:
"Brother, that boy is ignorant. Please be magnanimous and spare him the physical pain." His voice trembled a little and his eyes were full of pleading.
Scarface glanced at the cigarette in Nie Zhenhai's hand with contempt, slowly reached out to take it, put it to his nose and sniffed it, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth:
"You are much more sensible than that boy. Because of your filial piety, I can give you a chance.
Go back and ask that kid what he saw that he shouldn't have seen. Let him think carefully about whether to keep his mouth shut or shut up forever. "
Scarface's voice was icy cold, like a cold wind in winter, making Nie Zhenhai tremble all over.
When Nie Zhenhai heard this, he felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. The sweat flowed down his wrinkled cheeks and dripped onto the ground.
His legs couldn't help but go weak, his heart was filled with fear and despair, but he had to pretend to be calm and nodded repeatedly...
After negotiating with Scarface, Nie Zhenhai, filled with worry and fear, staggered back to his cell with his body hunched over by the pressure of life and prison.
The cell was filled with a pungent, sour smell mixed with the stench of sweat and blood. The lights were dim and made every dark corner even more eerie.
As soon as he stepped into the cell, Nie Zhenhai's eyes were fixed on the figure curled up in the corner.
His son Nie Lei was like a dead dog that had been brutally tortured and abandoned, huddled in a mess on the cold and damp ground next to the toilet.
His clothes were tattered, and the skin exposed under the rags was covered with bruises and scars from being whipped with belts. Blood was oozing from the torn flesh, which was a shocking sight.
Nie Lei's eyes were closed, his consciousness was blurred, and his weak breathing seemed like it would stop at any time, which made Nie Zhenhai's heart tighten. He gently picked up his son and held him in his arms, feeling heartbroken.