Haley went to the cell block. His leather shoes made a creaking sound on the corridor floor, and he glanced into each cell as he passed.
Others thought he was inspecting the cells, but no one knew he was looking for the right person to do the job.
In one cell, a few guys were chatting. Haley listened to the voices and looked over, spotting a guy nad Damon boasting to others. Damon was a murderer who had taken several lives and was a small boss in the prison, with a group of followers.
Haley thought for a mont.
He called a few prison guards and opened the door of the cell.
"Everyone stand at attention~!"
With a shout from the guards, Everyone jumped out of bed and stood on the ground.
"Search for contraband. Anyone caught hiding contraband will face punishnt," Haley said coldly.
Many inmates faces turned ugly.
In a short ti, the guards found a lot of contraband in the room, almost too many to count.
Cigarettes, marijuana, lighters, ropes, files, chunks of cheese, candy, and even a guy who had made a cage out of wood sticks, inside of which was a pet mouse.
"Five strokes for each person as punishnt," Haley said coldly.
Soon, the room echoed with cries of pain.
Haley stood beside Damon, looked at him, and then said, "Your situation is the most serious. You were caught hiding a file, enough to get you in solitary confinent for a few days."
"Take him to my office first," Haley told one of his subordinates.
In Haley's office.
Damon stood in the middle of the room, wondering why Haley, the prison's grim reaper, had called him to his office.
To discipline him?
That could be done in the cell block, there was no need to call him out separately.
"I rember you were sentenced to life without parole, right?" Haley said casually.
"Yes," Damon replied.
"Unless sothing unexpected happens, you'll spend the rest of your life in this prison until you die of old age. I have sothing for you to do. If you help complete this task, I'll give you special treatnt in the future. For example, you will be given a lighter punishnt for hiding contraband items."
"Think about it, won't your future life in prison be easier?" Haley continued. "On the other hand If you get on my bad side, life will be very difficult."
"What do you want to do?" Damon asked.
"Think about it carefully, Once you hear what it is, you can't back out," Haley said.
Damon was silent for a while.
He knew that whatever Haley wanted him to do, it wouldn't be good. He could already guess what it is.
It was nothing more than killing soone.
Bribing a guard to help take out a prisoner—soone wanting revenge or soone wanting to silence soone else—this kind of thing wasn't uncommon in prison.
"I agree," Damon said.
Haley smiled lightly, things were going smoothly.
"During recreation, you'll get into a fight with soone and accidentally kill him," Haley said.
"Who am I killing?"
"A prisoner nad Andy."
Damon's body paused slightly, then he nodded.
"I understand."
Haley picked up a box of cigarettes from the table and tossed it to Damon, who quickly caught it. "Alright, you can go back now. Don't hide contraband items anymore."
Damon left Haley's office.
The next day.
All the prisoners ca out to bask in the sun.
Andy chatted with Old Red and Old Brooks for a while, then found a shady corner by the wall to lie down, watching people run around the yard, burning off energy.
anwhile, other groups of prisoners stuck together. Almost everyone in prison ford cliques, and the various gangs from outside had long extended their influence into the prison.
Damon sat in a corner of the yard, surrounded by a circle of underlings. He spotted Andy. Speaking of which, Andy was sowhat of a legend in Shawshank Prison.
At first, many people bullied him, but sohow, Andy got connected with the warden, and no one dared to ss with him after that.
The prison library, which used to have only a few dozen old books, already worn out, now had hundreds of new books and so records. Andy had kept writing letters to the state governnt, and eventually, they sent new books and even so records, changing the songs played in the prison.
Damon called over his most loyal subordinate and whispered a few words in his ear. The subordinate nodded and walked away slowly.
He wandered around for about half an hour before approaching Andy and whispering, "Want a cigarette?"
Andy shook his head, a little surprised. He had been in prison for quite a few years, these people should know he didn't smoke.
At that mont, the subordinate quickly said in Andy's ear, "Soone wants to kill you, be careful."
Andy was startled.
Soone wanted to kill him. Why?
A few days ago, a lawyer had co to the prison, bringing Andy hope. He had been excited ever since.
Now suddenly, soone was telling him that soone wanted to kill him.
He didn't know what was going on.
Before Andy could react, the guy offering cigarettes got up and left, continuing to sell cigarettes to others.
Andy's mind was in turmoil.
Who wanted to kill him? And why? Who thought it was necessary to kill him?
Suddenly. A flash of realization hit Andy. He looked up at a distant building, at one of the windows, which was the warden's office.
Recreation ti ended.
Everyone returned to their cells.
As Damon walked into the corridor, Haley stood at the door, glaring at Damon fiercely. The aning was clear: Why hadn't he acted?
Damon shrugged, showing a helpless expression, indicating he hadn't had the chance.
Whether Haley understood what he ant was unknown.
That afternoon.
Lawyer Bob and Henry ca to visit Andy again.
In the visiting room, Bob took out a newspaper and smiled at Andy, "Mr. Andy, take a look at this first."
Andy, puzzled, took the newspaper. After reading the news, he was shocked, and his eyes turned red.
"Is this true? Is this true?" Andy asked Bob excitedly.
Henry smiled.
"Of course, it's true. Don't worry, the thief has confessed to everything. The gun used in the murder back then has been found and sent for examination. Results will co soon," Henry said.
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