Shi Lan quickly figured out where the two had come from.
The human-trafficking case from before had already been closed. Of the two people in front of her, one had been sentenced to ten years, and the other to fifteen.
The one who had kept staring at Shi Lan was the wife of one of the two people who had died before.
Looking at the woman's resentful gaze, Shi Lan suddenly smiled. She walked to the iron-barred window by the door, rose on tiptoe to glance at the guard station not far away, and said softly:
"Teach them some rules."
Human traffickers were rats crossing the street no matter where they went. Even in a prison filled with all kinds of criminals, they were just as unwelcome.
Song Run and the other two old cellmates stood up, shoved the two newcomers into the corner, and began their military training.
"Squat properly against the wall!"
During the usual exercise period, Shi Lan saw that man with the number 7532 once again.
He still wore shackles on his hands and feet. His wrists and ankles were covered in rough, callused skin worn by the restraints.
He simply stood there, utterly motionless, calmly staring at her.
Shi Lan walked to the wire fence and looked at the man before her, whose aura was like that of a jackal. Suddenly, she felt puzzled.
"What are you looking at?"
The man did not answer. His deep gaze seemed to pass through Shi Lan's body and look toward the empty space behind her.
The sun blazing in the sky was dazzling. He raised his head and slightly widened his eyes. His cracked lips moved faintly, and he murmured as if in a dream.
"What?"
The man's voice was too low, and with the passageway between