Except for the chubby middle-aged man, the others were from residential areas and slums. Their crimes mostly included murder, imprisonment, and so on. The main reason they were imprisoned in this top prison was that the targets of their crimes either involved the nobility or the Holy Light Church, or the incidents leaked out, spread too widely, and had a bad influence.
On the fifth day after Dudian was imprisoned.
More than a dozen prison guards suddenly came to the prison cells, opened one cell after another, and shouted at everyone to come out.
Dudian knew that their weekly work was about to start.
Although nearly a hundred prisoners came out of their cells, there was no collective riot or resistance. There were mainly two reasons for this. First, the piercing of the steel nails had a great effect. Even a hunter like Dudian would find his arms weak after being pierced by the steel nails. Once he exerted too much force, he would tear the wounds caused by the steel nails. Moreover, with weak hands, many ordinary people who were initially pierced by the steel nails couldn't even hold their private parts to urinate.
The second reason was that the security force outside the prison was too strong. Once a riot occurred, people would be immediately sent to suppress it.
This also made Dudian's idea of taking this opportunity to kill the prison guards and escape from prison come to nothing.
Under the leadership of the prison guards, everyone came to the second floor of the prison. This floor was not a place for detaining prisoners awaiting execution, but a huge processing factory. No one knew exactly how many floors the entire prison had.
When Dudian saw the things piled up on the workbench, he was slightly stunned.
These were actually the limbs of various demonic beasts, cut very skillfully, with the fur intact and the horns complete.
"Get to work, you scum," the prison guard closed the thick iron door, held a torture stick, and shouted at the crowd.
Everyone went to their respective workbenches as usual. The people in each prison cell formed a small team, occupying one workbench, picking through the corpses of the demonic beasts on it, skinning them, classifying them, cutting the horns, and so on.
Dudian changed into his work clothes in front of the nearby locker and put on protective gloves. Although the gloves were made of treated fabric fibers, their protective effect was far from that of gloves made of plastic and nylon materials.
Fortunately, these limbs of demonic beasts were brought back from outside the wall and then transported here. The blood on them had long since dried up, and the fur was also dry and hard. Most of the viruses, other germs, and parasites on the fur had basically died.
Considering the poor protection of the gloves, Dudian didn't start working. Instead, he quietly watched the chubby middle-aged man and the others busying themselves at the workbench, peeling the fur off the limbs of the demonic beasts and piling it up neatly on one side. They used a guillotine and a dagger to cut off the horns, sharp teeth, claws, and other parts of the demonic beasts. Their skills were proficient, obviously they had done such things more than once or twice.
At the other workbenches, the leaders of each prison cell also didn't take action and just stood by and watched.
Dudian played with an extremely thin knife, thinking to himself.
Several hours passed.
Everyone's work was over, and they queued up to return.
However, before leaving, under the arrangement of the prison guards, everyone took off their clothes and went to the nearby bathhouse to wash their bodies.
Dudian saw the hands of the chubby middle-aged man and the other people. After being washed with clean water, there were little red spots on their hands, just like being bitten by mosquitoes, with a slight swelling. But the few of them were used to it.
Before leaving, everyone walked naked through a strict inspection by the prison guards. Their mouths, ears, nostrils, and even their private parts were all pried open and examined. Only after confirming that they were not carrying any items were they allowed to leave.
When the food was distributed in the evening, four pieces were thrown in. Dudian picked them all up, kept two pieces for himself, and threw the remaining two pieces to the others to divide equally.
Time passed day by day.
The days in the prison were extremely boring. Day after day, especially two weeks after the new arrival Dudian was imprisoned, the prison returned to peace again, and few people had the interest to talk.
In each prison cell, crying and moaning sounds would be heard from time to time during the day and in the middle of the night, echoing in the prison.
These moans led to more restlessness.
In Dudian's prison cell, except for Dudian who had no interest in this, when the others heard the moaning sounds from other prison cells, they would secretly look at Dudian. In the dark, they would stare quietly. Some who couldn't bear it anymore would help each other.
Since the chubby middle-aged man's private parts were severely injured, his desire in this regard had completely disappeared. Occasionally, he would feel envious, but he could hold back.
Dudian noticed that many people, while doing such things, would look at him with eyes full of desire and greed. Needless to say, he knew what was on their minds.
Dudian gradually became indifferent, from the initial disgust and faint anger at the beginning to no longer being angered by these things later.
He talked less and less and became quieter and quieter. He would only occasionally ask everyone some strange questions, which involved astrology, business, the Great Wall, the radiation area, and so on.
Many people were happy to answer Dudian's questions. Besides because of Dudian's strength, it was also because the prison life was so boring that finding one or two topics would attract many people to participate in the discussion.
However, when it came to matters related to their own privacy, many people would be alert and ignore them. But there were still a few people who were willing to share their families, hobbies, and their once glorious... crimes.
Three months after Dudian was imprisoned.
A new partner was brought into the prison and joined this "happy little family".
This was a young man with a gentlemanly demeanor, having Milan-colored hair. Although he was wearing the prison uniform for prisoners awaiting execution, his shoulders were still held level. He had thick eyebrows and bright eyes, and his appearance was handsome. As soon as he was dragged in by the prison guards, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. One by one, they stretched out their hands from the prison cells, eager to have him assigned to their own cells.
The prison guards naturally wouldn't listen to the instructions of these criminals. They threw the young man into a prison cell behind Dudian.
As soon as the young man was thrown into the prison cell, he groaned and got up, turned around, and shouted, "I was wrongly accused,I'm wronged. I want to appeal, I want to appeal!!"
In response to him was the prison guard's sneer and a back view.
After the prison guards left, laughter full of interest came from behind the young man.
Just like when all the new arrivals joined before, the "welcome ceremony" was held not far in front of Dudian. He watched silently as the young man was knocked down to the ground by several people in that prison cell. His violent struggle was of no use at all, and finally, his crying echoed throughout the prison.
This sound made the people in other prison cells excited as well. For a while, there were moans and laughter in many prison cells.
Dudian watched quietly as the young man was pressed to the ground and brutally treated in turn about three meters away from him. He found that his mood was completely calm. Although the other person's screams made him feel as if he was seeing himself three months ago, he didn't speak out to stop it.
The young man's screams lasted for several days. In the end, he finally became like a dead fish, allowing the few people in the prison cell to play with him at will.
A week later, the young man had already recognized the situation. When the prison guards came, he no longer cried out "I'm wronged".
Two weeks later, the young man had already adapted to his role. He silently endured the attacks of the other people and no longer screamed or cried.
Half a month later, the young man had completely integrated in. Occasionally, when he had the strength, he would also chat and laugh with the people in other prison cells. The first person he tried to get on good terms with was Dudian in the nearby prison cell. However, Dudian ignored him.
Naturally, the young man was unhappy that a little kid dared to ignore him like this. He was immediately enraged and cursed Dudian with vicious words that even a resentful woman might not be able to say.
But after just a few curses, he was cursed back by the chubby middle-aged man and the others. After a round of threats, the leader of this prison cell slapped the young man twice on the spot and made him kneel down and apologize to Dudian.
The leader of this prison cell had witnessed that in the second month after Dudian was imprisoned, Dudian was selected by the prison guards to "perform" with the leader of another prison cell. Since the two of them had no previous interaction, the leader of that prison cell immediately used all his strength on Dudian at the beginning. As a result, Dudian broke his rib with one punch, and he almost died from internal bleeding.
Since then, all the leaders of the prison cells clearly realized that although Dudian was young, his strength was far more terrifying than they had imagined.
After being slapped twice, the young man also understood that this seemingly thin and weak kid had a completely different status from him in this prison.
A month later.
"Another one shouting he's wronged. He even raped a seven-year-old child and still dares to claim he's innocent," Black Scar in the prison cell on the other side heard the young man's conversation with others, couldn't help but shake his head and smile. He said to Dudian, "I told you, nine out of ten people who come here are guilty, and the remaining one is extremely heinous. At your young age, with such abilities, the things you've done must be quite serious, right?"
Hearing that he was trying to get information out of him again, Dudian said indifferently, "I said, I'm different from you trash."
Black Scar smiled and said, "You've been here for so long, and you're still so arrogant. Now you're eating the same bread and drinking the same water as us trash. Except that you haven't been violated yet, there doesn't seem to be any difference."
Dudian glanced at him and said, "If I had committed a crime, I would never have been caught. So, I'm really different from you trash."