Jiang Hao sat in the vehicle and looked through the window covered in iron bars at the black-on-white sign hanging beside the massive iron gate.
"Binhai Detention Center."
It seemed detention centers and prisons across the country all followed the same design: huge iron gates, high walls, barbed-wire fencing. Ordinary people could not get into a place like this. Jiang Hao was honored to be receiving the special treatment of a private ride.
He stored his personal belongings—his phone, keys, wallet, and documents—and received a wristband. Binhai's prison used modern management. Every suspect got a wristband containing their personal information, and money could also be deposited into it.
This was the first time in his life he had entered a detention center, and it left a bitter taste in his heart.
A guard led Jiang Hao to the cell.
Jiang Hao found that everyone inside was working.
They were gluing paper boxes.
The cell boss looked Jiang Hao over and pointed to a corner of the communal sleeping platform. "You're new. You'll sleep there from now on."
"The cell rules are on the wall. Memorize them. You'll be tested later. Oh, right—what are you in for?"
"Intentional injury. Minor injury," Jiang Hao said.
"A small case. Follow the rules from now on. Don't cause trouble. Do your assigned work properly every day, understand?" the cell boss said.
Jiang Hao nodded.
As soon as Jiang Hao sat down, the cell boss carried over a stack of boxes and placed them in front of him. "Old Liu Tou, teach the newcomer how to glue them."
An old man in his fifties beside Jiang Hao nodded.
Jiang Hao looked at the old man. He was in his fifties, with graying hair and a thin frame.
"Hello, Uncle Liu."
"Gluing paper boxes isn't hard.