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Chapter 005 The Unquiet Women¡¯s Prison

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    Bored, I looked at the rules and regulations again. As I looked at them, there was a chaotic noise at the door, and there were shouts. Is there going to be a riot?

    I immediately threw aside the rules and regulations and rushed out. When I was about to open the door, the door was pushed in with a bang.

    The first one who came in was the female prison guard who looked like a man and was talking to me while eating. Behind him were two female prison guards, escorting a female prisoner.

    The female prisoner was twitching manically and shouting: "Let me go, let me go! Let me go!"

    The female prisoner, with her hair disheveled, looked like an angry lioness, shouting and trying to push away the female prison guard.

    Three female prison guards pulled her in and held her down tightly. They put handcuffs on her hands and one end on the stool. Only then did I realize that the legs of the stool were welded to the floor.

    The female prisoner also yelled crazily and incoherently: "Let me go! Let me out, get out! I want to get out!"

    ¡°If you still fucking move around, I¡¯ll beat you to death later!¡± the female prison guard who looked like a man yelled.

    Damn it, you really don¡¯t treat prisoners as human beings.

    The female prisoner was still shaking around and shouting at the top of her lungs. The female prison guard cursed again: "Okay! Let you shout! Shout as hard as you can! It's best to break your throat!"

    I asked the female prison guard: ¡°What¡¯s wrong with this man?¡±

    The female prison guard answered me: ¡°I don¡¯t know why I¡¯m crazy.¡±

    ¡°Did you suffer any stimulation?¡± I asked.

    She said angrily: "I just didn't know, so I brought her to you! You cure her, and we will take her away later when she calms down."

    After saying that, the three of them went out.

    "Leave this furious female lion to me."

    The woman was crying or laughing, and then she yelled a few times to let me out, and then she burst into tears.

    Although psychology instructors teach us how to deal with patients with various mental illnesses, they do not teach us how to deal with crazy mentally ill female prisoners.

    I decided to wait until she calmed down before talking to her.

    After crying loudly for a long time, she slowly lowered her voice and turned into sobs.

    I greeted her: "Hello, comrade."

    She slowly raised her head, and saw a very honest-looking woman in her thirties, with a very old look on her face, tears in her eyes, and a look of despair.

    "Excuse me, has someone bullied you?" I asked her.

    She stopped crying but said nothing. She lowered her head, sighed, and wiped the tears from her face with one hand.

    "What's wrong with you? You can tell me, maybe I can help you." I said.

    "Really!? Can you really help me!? I want to go out! See my child!" She became excited and leaned forward.

    It seems that I did not express my words clearly, I said: "I am referring to psychological problems. I am a psychological counselor here."

    Her expression changed from excitement to despair, and she slumped back into her seat, her head lowered again.

    "How old is your child?" I asked.

    Three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes later, she still didn¡¯t speak.

    I had no choice but to say: "Sister, if you don't mind, you can tell me. If conditions permit, I can visit him on your behalf."

    When she heard this, she slowly raised her head, her face full of gratitude, and said slowly: "Thank you, thank you. But, he is not here."

    "What a shame. How old is he?" I asked.

    "Five years old." When talking about the child, her voice gradually became emotional.

    "It's very cute. Can you tell me about your child?"

    The eldest sister went from being manic and crazy, to yelling, to crying, to sobbing, to asking questions and answering questions, and now she has taken the initiative to talk with me.

    The eldest sister¡¯s surname is Qu, from Qu Yuan. She is a village girl in the countryside. Her parents died early, and she had no relatives and no one to rely on. She married a divorced man in the village.  Her husband was very kind to her in the first few years. Although the family farmed, raised pigs and made tofu, they were doing well. However, after their son was born, her husband became addicted to gambling and got deeper and deeper into it. Later, he took possession of the family fields.  After the land was sold, the real estate was to be sold. After the house was sold, after a night of drunkenness and red eyes, she came home and said that she wanted to take the child to sell. Of course, Sister Qu refused to give it to her. The two fought over the child.  When she got up and saw the child being dragged out by her husband, the hot-headed Sister Qu picked up the scissors and chased after her and stabbed her.

    The man is dead.

    Although Sister Qu was exempted from the death penalty due to the efforts of good people in the village, she could not escape a severe sentence. She was sentenced toAll mean obscenity.

    I saw some books on her table and said, I will take some books and read them.

    They are all books read by little girls, entertainment gossip, youth campus and the like.

    It¡¯s better than nothing. I took it back and flipped through a few pages. I fell asleep while flipping through it.

    Early the next morning, I got up and washed up, then went to work and reported to Instructor Kang. Instructor Kang looked like a good woman, gave me a few instructions, and asked me to go to his office, where I just sat there, no one was there.  He ignored me and no one bothered me.

    At noon, Li Qiqi came to me to have a meal, and then came back and continued to sit. In the evening, Li Qiqi came to me to have a meal, and then returned to the dormitory to sleep.

    It has been like this for several days in a row. No female prisoners have come, nor any other female prison guards. Even Sister Ma has disappeared. The only one I can talk to every day is Li Qiqi. Oh my god, what if in this environment?  I will go crazy if I do this all my life. I have never felt that time is so sad.

    The deathly silence here makes me really want to run to the rooftop and shout loudly: I¡¯m going to fucking die of suffocation!

    Damn it, no wonder the first few psychological counselors stopped working. The terrible thought of quitting suddenly flashed through my mind, but I quickly suppressed it.

    My family has been farmers for generations. Farmers were a very glorious term in the past, but now, it seems to have become synonymous with backwardness, poverty and poverty.  The mountains and rivers at home are beautiful, without any industrial atmosphere or pollution. City people regard our primitive and undeveloped places as places for leisure and enjoyment. However, we have long been tired of them, longing for the splendor of the outside world, and longing to walk among the bright lights of high-rise buildings.  On the blooming street, take a car to play in the amusement park.

    The reason why I was eager to find a job after graduation was because my family was too poor and needed the support of my salary. We have three children. I came to this wonderful world without a plan. I have two sisters. The eldest sister is the eldest.  I am eight years old, and my second sister is five years older than me. You know the patriarchal mentality in rural areas.  My parents are both honest farmers with no business acumen. They work on an acre of land all day long, work from sunrise to sunset, and raise a few pigs. The family's economy is supported by farming and pig raising. In order to produce more  In order to provide food, our parents often went to work in the fields before dawn, so they did not have much time to take care of us. The education of our three siblings was put on the back burner.

    Of course, at this time, my two sisters are my protectors.

    In my memory, my family was always very poor when I was a child. We ate corn porridge and vegetables every day, and only had some meat during the holidays. The pigs raised at home were sold. Chickens and ducks would not be eaten easily unless it was during major festivals such as the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Spring Festival.  Kill for food.  When people now say that polenta is delicious, I am indifferent because I have already been injured from eating it.

    When the two sisters were less than ten years old, they would get up every morning before dawn to help their parents work. They had to herd cattle and cut grass. After washing, they would drink some porridge and eat sweet potatoes, and then go  Go to school and do farm work again when you come back.  But the situation at home has not gotten better because of the hard work of the family, because my two sisters want to study, and I also want to study. I am still in high school, and my parents have already turned gray.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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