初秋,深圳的清晨有几分凉意,一辆囚车拉着警笛尖叫着向某监狱驶去。陈剑飞蓬头垢面,戴着镣铐坐在两个持枪的狱警中间,默默地闭着眼睛,一言不发。 随着囚车嚓地一声停稳,陈剑飞被押向牢房,囚犯们骚动起来,“又进来一个嘿!”、“瞧他那样儿吧,还满不在乎呢!”、“是铁打的还是泥捏的,呆会儿就知道了。”牢霸模样的落腮胡说。 In the early autumn, there was a bit of coolness in the early morning in Shenzhen, a prison van driving a siren and driving to a prison. Chen Jianfei unkempt, wearing shackles sitting in the middle of two gun guards, silently closed his eyes, without saying a word. As the prisoners snapped, Chen Jian-fei was detained in prison, and the prisoners stirred up. “Hey again!” “Look at him like that, but do not care!” “ I’ll know in a moment, ”said the flat-bottomed beard.