Chapter 314

Pretending to take a casual look at the prison guards in the distance, I saw that the two prison guards were chatting and didn't pay attention here; He glanced at his camera with the remaining light from the corner of his eye to make sure that the camera would not capture the complete screen. Zhao Pengcheng was relieved.

He suddenly felt a little funny. He felt like a thief. He seemed to be a candidate cheating in the examination room. Even when he killed with a scalpel, he was not so nervous.

The automatic input text on the document has a large section, and the cursor stops, but the text is obviously not expressed in context.

Zhao Pengcheng is curious. How on earth did he do this? Can Aoki's mental power control a remote computer through the network?

No, no way!

Zhao Pengcheng soon denied this idea. In that case, Aoki would not be human at all, but God. God wouldn't contact him in such a boring way. God doesn't like anyone. He can throw them into the big dog vy star. Maybe he can catch up with the supernova explosion and bake them with gamma rays, which is just in line with God's taste.

Thinking of this, Zhao Pengcheng couldn't help thinking of his life when he experienced another parallel world, the freezing Laboratory of the underground resistance organization. He couldn't help thinking, can the pure consciousness bear the extreme environment of the material world? For example, near absolute zero or the high temperature inside a star.

Since Aoki is not God, the only possibility is that he used some special means such as computer viruses to invade the prison system. This is a reasonable explanation, which also makes Zhao Pengcheng a little calmer. Otherwise, no matter how calm he is, it is difficult to imagine that he is cooperating with a guy as strong as God.

The document on the screen remains unchanged.

Why did you stop? Did the guy across the street go to the bathroom?

Zhao Pengcheng had an idea and immediately started typing in:

Are you waiting for me to answer?

The cursor moves again, and WPS automatically jumps out two words when no one operates:

yes.

Zhao Pengcheng got excited and continued typing:

"You hacked into the system here?"

"No, strictly speaking, it's not an invasion. I'm just visiting."

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered by them? The control here is very strict and the system is very advanced."

"Don't worry, they don't have the ability."

"How did you know I would be on the plane today? To tell you the truth, I didn't even know."

"My brother told me."

"Your brother?" Zhao Pengcheng looked up at the prison guard not far away, remembered his discipline, and finally shook his head.

"I told my brother to let me know as soon as I heard from you. I wasn't sure if it was you until you wrote such a long repentance material. It's well written, brother. It has a bright future!"

"..." Zhao Pengcheng has a black face. This guy is joking at this time! It doesn't sound like Aoki at all!

Is it not Aoki, but someone else testing themselves? He suddenly burst into a cold sweat.

"Why are you looking for me?" he entered the question carefully.

"Nothing. Just help my teacher bring you a few words."

……

This conversation lasted about ten minutes. To be cautious, Zhao Pengcheng deleted it while typing. Ten minutes later, he began to write his own letter of repentance.

When he came back from his discipline, Zhao Pengcheng had already written the application and the letter of repentance. The discipline asked him to upload it to the designated location on the system, and asked the prison guard in the computer room to help print it out.

With the printed manuscript, discipline took Zhao Pengcheng back to the prison. The shackles clattered in the long, narrow and cold corridor. The sun shone from the square hole at the height of the wall and slanted on the opposite wall. A bunch of bright light bridges were pulled up in the air, adding a little warmth to the cold and humid corridor.

Zhao Pengcheng looked up. From the direction of the sun, he roughly judged the direction of the aisle and the location of the prison machine room. Several square holes cast shadows in the light, showing silhouettes of branches and barbed wire on the wall. He smiled and silently counted the steps under his feet.

Repentance is written very seriously. Zhao Pengcheng is a little confident in his writing. He was good at writing compositions since childhood. If it hadn't been for his sister's illness, he might have applied for literature in the college entrance examination.

A former senior intellectual, a promising surgeon, a current murderer, and a sinner who passed by the God of death. The letter of repentance written with a very pious heart of repentance and an infectious writing style will certainly touch the nerves of some people. After reading it, the leaders of the prison will certainly regard him as a typical model and publicize it, which is of great benefit to the ideological transformation of prisoners and the promotion of the prison image.

In the days waiting for news, Zhao Pengcheng got up, washed, performed exercises and worked as usual. His life was very regular.

Although felons are in tight custody, their work is relatively stable because of the long prison term. They won't do this today and that tomorrow.

People like Zhao Pengcheng who have certain cultural knowledge or technical level will be assigned jobs with relatively high technical content. Zhao Pengcheng was assigned to solder PCB circuit boards, which are common green plastic boards like computer motherboards. His task is to solder resistors, capacitors, transistors and other components to the printed circuit board according to the drawing.

In prison, the division of labor of this kind of work is very clear, and the management is much stricter than that of ordinary small workshops.

A circuit board is usually completed by many people. Firstly, someone arranges all the required components according to the requirements of the drawing, and then divides the work according to different components. Someone is responsible for resistance, capacitance, diode, etc. insert these components into the corresponding holes on the PCB as shown in the drawing. After all are inserted, the board will be transferred to the person in charge of welding, and the components will be welded by electric welding.

Then, someone will check the welded board again according to the drawing to see if there is any error. If there is no error, the board will be transferred to the test group. The tester will test the circuit board with installed components, and package those that have no problem after testing. If there is a problem, it will return to the previous process to find out which link the problem is in. The prison guard in charge of management will record it and deduct points for the whole group and individuals respectively.

Such a strict division of labor and quality control will greatly increase the labor cost of products, but in prison, the most worthless is people, so things that small factories outside can't do can be done in prison.

The prisoners are also very serious and rarely make mistakes, because once they make mistakes, they will be severely punished, such as transferring you to make shoes or even go to the mine.

Although Zhao Pengcheng studied medicine, he did well in mathematics, chemistry and computers. He can see the drawings of this simple circuit board at a glance, and some can even guess where they are used.

The prison soon discovered his talent and asked him to be the quality inspection team leader to check the last pass. Sometimes he also needs to deal with the people who come to the factory for acceptance.

A few days later, the winter clothes he applied for were distributed, a thickened cotton padded jacket and a pair of thin cotton trousers. The cotton trousers are very thin. It's not that the prison is stingy, but because Zhao Pengcheng is in shackles. His trousers are too thick to wear through the shackles. The C.O. won't open the shackles for you to change your pants.

The problem of clothes was solved, but there was no news about Zhao Pengcheng's eloquent letter of repentance.