Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1097: No confession of guilt or punishment, only willingness to accept defeat

It is surrounded by high walls and has electrified barbed wire fences inside.

There were some prisoners wearing orange prison uniforms and shackled, who came outside for fresh air under the supervision of prison guards.

For humane reasons, there is a table tennis table and simple park exercise equipment outdoors.

A middle-aged man with thick glasses, gray hair, and looking much older than his actual age, was twisting his waist on a disc machine.

The exercise equipment squeaked because it had not been oiled for a long time, and his waist seemed to be rusted, making a crackling sound as his bones rubbed against each other.

His name is Zhou Dongliang, 57 years old. He was once a famous professor of the Department of Chemistry at Linjiang University. He has been rated as a national outstanding scientific research talent many times, and the research papers he published in journals have also enjoyed a small reputation internationally.

But later, because he was involved in the production of new drugs, he was discovered and successfully captured while secretly fleeing to Jinshan Cape.

Taking into account the contributions he made in the first half of his life and his positive attitude of admitting his mistakes and confessing his guilt, he was not sentenced to death in the end but to life imprisonment.

Most of the prisoners in this prison are like him, criminals with high IQ and high technology; the people inside jokingly call this place the Tilanqiao Prison of the scientific research field.

Those who can enter here are all masters in the field of technology without exception, and none of the crimes they commit are small.

"Hey, Lao Zhou."

Across from him was a lean, middle-aged man: "We've been together for several years, and yet we still don't know what crime you committed to get you into prison?"

Zhou Dongliang shook his head: "I don't want to mention it, and I don't want to talk about it."

The lean middle-aged man, on the other hand, was quite relaxed: "What's there to be embarrassed about? Who here isn't a technical criminal? I'll be out in a few years. Do you want to make a fortune with me then?"

Zhou Dongliang pushed up his thick glasses and gave him a wry smile: "It's great that you can still go out."

The lean middle-aged man asked back, "Why, how many years have you been sentenced to? How many years do you have left?"

Zhou Dongliang looked up at the blue sky above him and the birds in the sky: "I will stay here and be locked up until I die."

The lean middle-aged man was surprised. "Did you break the law, or did you poke a hole in the sky? I heard that since this prison was founded, there have been very few life sentences. You, what crime did you commit to get you in here?"

Zhou Dongliang shook his head, and finally found it difficult to speak, and warned him: "Don't do evil, no matter how small it is, and don't fail to do good, no matter how small it is. When you get out, do something decent and live a stable life."

"If you were caught again, you would probably have to spend your old age here like me..."

The skinny middle-aged man also sighed: "I want to, but I'm already this old. Who would want me if I went out to find a job? My relatives are avoiding me, my children are also dissatisfied with me, and I've been to prison, ah..."

Zhou Dongliang didn't say anything else. Everyone must be responsible for their own wrongdoings. This is the price of doing evil.

At this time, the exercise period ended and the prison guard blew the whistle, notifying everyone to prepare to go to the cafeteria for breakfast.

The same old porridge, steamed buns, and pickled radish.

Only during festivals will each person be given an egg.

While he was eating, the prison guard suddenly walked up to Zhou Dongliang and said, "No. 043, there's a visitor. Follow me."

Zhou Dongliang was very surprised. He had been imprisoned for many years. Except for the Chinese New Year when his family would come, he had never had any visits at other times.

But what was puzzling was that he was not taken to the visiting room, but to the interrogation room and sat on the iron bench again.

"Professor Zhou, long time no see."

The door was pushed open, and Zhou Dongliang looked shocked as he saw the young man walking in.

"It's you!"

When he saw Qin Feng again, he showed some rare anger and excitement.

At the beginning, he used the excuse of climbing a mountain with the research team to make a deal in a covert way.

But in the end, they were caught by Qin Feng and his group of new recruits, which ruined the plan and caused the transaction to fail.

Later, Zhou Dongliang pretended to be kidnapped along with other tourists while traveling in Southeast Asia, hoping to take this opportunity to disappear from the world.

As a result, not only was he discovered by this guy, he was also successfully captured and brought back to the country, so that the original plan was completely ruined.

It can be said that Professor Zhou could have lived the rest of his life happily abroad.

It's all thanks to this guy that we are in this situation now!

Qin Feng walked across to him and said with a smile, "From your eyes, I can see that you hate me. If I hadn't caught you back, you would be living in a villa there, hugging beautiful women, driving a sports car, and enjoying life."

Zhou Dongliang let out a burst of resentment from his nose, and quickly suppressed his previous excitement.

He neither admitted nor denied it, using silence to counter Qin Feng's words.

Originally, before coming here, Qin Feng asked the warden and the prison guards about this guy's situation.

The answer I got was that he was law-abiding and well-behaved, had deeply realized his mistakes, and had a good attitude of admitting and correcting them.

But after just a moment of contact, Qin Feng knew that this old guy did not really realize his mistake. At most, he had no choice but to accept the defeat.

After a long while, Professor Zhou finally asked, "What's the matter with you coming to see me?"

Qin Feng: "Two things. The first one may not be clear to you, but it happened a while ago. A student named Gu Xiaolu and a student named Yu Feihang from your research group are both dead."

Professor Zhou had a blank expression on his face: "What does it have to do with me?"

Qin Feng: "Later, they all followed in your footsteps and were indirectly killed by you. In addition, your student named Yu Feihang enjoyed what you didn't enjoy, so their deaths were quite worthwhile."

Professor Zhou sneered: "Let me guess, you came to me because the drug is circulating on the market again, right?"

He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. If he could use it to help solve some problems, he might be able to get a reduced sentence.

Changing life imprisonment to a fixed-term sentence might give him the chance to regain his freedom one day.

But Qin Feng's answer disappointed him greatly: "I think you might have been born in the wrong place? If you were in Mexico or America, you might still have a chance, but this is Yan Country, the country with the most stringent drug control measures in the world, bar none."

"Do you think our drug enforcement police, border police, and soldiers are just there to eat and do nothing?"

Professor Zhou frowned. The message he got from this sentence was that the new drug did not become as popular as he had imagined, like the plague in the past.

Another point is that the domestic attitude is very tough, and it may even directly intervene in the chaos in the Jinshan Cape area.

"Then why did you come to see me?"

"Here's a set of equations. I want to see if you recognize them."

Qin Feng took out a notebook from his arms, opened it and showed it to the other party.

Professor Zhou's expression was filled with terror, as he kept repeating, "This is impossible! This, this is absolutely impossible! Where did you get this set of equations? How did you get it?"

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, as if he had grasped some key point...