"Hate Mountain Prison?" Something seemed to stir in Gao Ming's mind. He looked up at Tang Qing, who happened to turn toward him at that very moment.
Their eyes met, and Tang Qing gave him a polite smile. "You seem quite familiar with Hate Mountain Prison, my friend."
Only two kinds of people knew Hate Mountain Prison well: prison staff and serious offenders. And Tang Qing happened to know the vast majority of the staff.
"That place seems important to me." Gao Ming spoke very softly, but the people around him still heard him. Everyone instinctively edged a little farther away.
Noticing their reaction, Gao Ming gave a rueful laugh. "I'm a teacher at Xinhu No. 1 High School. Just call me Gao Ming."
"What a strange name." A woman who looked old enough to be retired sized Gao Ming up. She was the oldest person there.
Twenty minutes passed quickly. A rolling door on one side of the warehouse slowly opened, revealing a modified coach parked in the garage.
"Everyone, take the seat corresponding to the number on your communicator and fasten your seat belt. We're preparing to depart."
Everyone started moving except Gao Ming, who stood beside the coach. His breathing grew rapid, and his pupils gradually contracted, as though he suffered from some kind of "coach syndrome."
"You all right, brother?" A young man with brown-dyed hair patted Gao Ming on the shoulder. "I'm Xu Deyi. I used to run with a gang in Haishakou. Our boss was executed by lethal injection at Hate Mountain Prison."
"Why are you telling me this? I really am a teacher." Gao Ming shook his head without explaining further, then boarded the coach and found his seat.
The doors closed, and a voice began announcing the precautions. The voice from the