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Don't talk to strangers. 

(I) This is a building devoid of imagination, yet from any angle, it appears utterly practical. High walls stand in awe, suffocating one; above them, a tight electric fence swirls, the sound of current cautiously moving through the wires audible from afar, like the first movement of Haydn's "Toy Symphony." Conversely, the trembling from the fence is a death knell. Prominent against the walls and fence are four regularly spaced guard towers diagonally opposite each other; their straight lines suggest they are awake, and it's impossible to predict when they will fall asleep. The walls, the fence, the guard towers—it's impossible to say whether they are a unified whole or separate entities. They share a common silence, so quiet you can hear the setting sun casting its rays upon them. Only silence belongs here, a silence that can emanate everything, a terrifying silence. A howling wind, brewing from the far reaches of the earth, carrying madness, crashes down upon this prison. The sky is instantly obscured by the dust swirling in the air. The wind seemed to be searching for something here, swirling above the prison, enveloping light and time. The night was deep. In one cell, six men slept soundly, each covered tightly except for a shiny bald head. Their snores, rising and falling, broke the silence of the night. Suddenly, the man on the upper bunk opened his eyes, his gaze blazing with anger and pain. He reached into a tattered patch of his bedding and pulled a dirty leather-bound notebook. From it, he took out a photograph of a vibrant young man. On the back of the photograph were a few lines of poetry by Gu Cheng: "The dream is too deep / You have no feathers / Life cannot measure the depth of death." By the occasional beam of a searchlight sweeping through the small window, he flipped through the disjointed sentences written in the diary: "You are my life's love and hate! I make love with you again and again in my dreams, can you feel it?" "I live only for revenge, revenge, revenge, revenge, revenge, revenge, revenge, revenge..." He clutched the diary to his chest, silently uttering a name: Mei Xiangnan. As the name escaped his lips, his body convulsed. He curled up, his eyes flashing with a mixture of emotions, love and hate shifting rapidly within them. He remembered the information he'd learned by chance yesterday: August 8th, the day of his birth.In that city, Dr. An Jiahe, an attending physician in the Department of Thoracic Surgery, and Ms. Mei Xiangnan, a teacher at the Municipal High School, were about to hold their wedding ceremony. Perhaps in other people's eyes, this was just an ordinary event, but in his heart, it felt as if a piece of him had been ripped out. His eyes widened, his hands flailing helplessly in the air, trying to tear something apart, but in the end, they fell back into the blankets. He pulled down his shorts, and his hands began to move rapidly. His eyes gradually narrowed, and he groaned the name of Mei Xiangnan. Then his legs kicked, his body trembled a few times, and he hurriedly wiped himself under the blankets, hid the diary again, and fell into a deep sleep. The next day, the weather remained gloomy. After morning exercises and a crowded breakfast, everyone rested briefly before heading off to work. Just then, the pretty female police officer from the prison infirmary ran over, stopped the captain, and handed him a slip of paper. The captain glanced at it, then walked to the front of the line and called out loudly, "Gao Bing!" "Here!" he hurriedly shouted in a loud voice. In fact, he had been suppressing his laughter ever since the female police officer arrived; it was a secret, a secret no one knew. "Step forward!" "The captain shouted, looking him up and down a few times before handing him over to the policewoman. The policewoman had short, shoulder-length hair, wore thin glasses, her lips were tightly pressed together, and she rarely smiled. A solemn peaked cap covered her head, making her, who was already petite, appear somewhat imposing. She wore a dark green police uniform with a large doctor's coat over it, obscuring her figure. Looking at her, Gao Bing felt a strange sense of hatred, a fire burning within him. He knew he disliked the white coat she wore. The policewoman glanced at Gao Bing and said coldly, "Come with me!" Gao Bing followed obediently behind her like a little lamb. As they passed the prison ward, some of the bolder ones whistled, but the policewoman seemed oblivious, continuing to walk ahead with her head held high. Reaching the infirmary, the policewoman went in first, then turned on the light. After Gao Bing entered and locked the door, the room was dimly lit with the curtains drawn. Before the policewoman could turn around, Gao Bing grabbed her from behind, his hands roughly squeezing her breasts, his lower body rubbing against her buttocks. The policewoman didn't seem surprised; instead, she moaned and fell into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, crying out, "My love, I've missed you so much!" Gao Bing held her between the legs, lifting her entirely to his chest. The policewoman's buttocks sagged, as if she were being held in his arms while urinating. She wrapped her arms around his neck, rested her head on his shoulder, and kissed his cheek. Gao Bing took a few steps to the small bed used for administering IV drips to patients, tossed the woman aside, and threw her heavily onto the bed. Then, grinning maliciously, he said, "You filthy bitch, what are you thinking about, brother?" The policewoman groaned heavily from the fall, but upon hearing his question, she hurriedly got up, knelt by the bed with a seductive smile, and pressed her hand against Gao Bing's bulge between his legs, saying in a coquettish voice, "My little sister's honey pot is longing for brother's big cock." As she spoke, she reached for his zipper. Gao Bing waved her away in disgust, pushing her body inwards, and sat on the edge of the bed, saying, "Come here and give me a massage first, let this old man loosen his muscles." The policewoman rushed forward, kneeling behind him and gently massaging his shoulders. Gao Bing sat there, recalling his dreamlike experience. That day, when he came for an injection, the policewoman had been cold and sarcastic, angering him. Seeing no one around, he became emboldened and pinned her down on the bed, thinking, "What's the big deal? I'll just have my way with this woman first." To his surprise, the policewoman initially pretended to struggle, but later she kept moaning with pleasure, as if she were raping Gao Bing. Especially after that, every few days she would find an excuse to bring Gao Bing to the clinic, forcing him to have sex regardless of his wishes. And the more violently Gao Bing treated her, the more she moaned with pleasure. At first, Gao Bing felt disgusted, but later he realized that venting his anger on her wasn't so bad, but he also missed the pure and innocent Mei Xiangnan even more. Seeing Gao Bing sitting still, the female police doctor's hand, which had been massaging his shoulders, moved down his arm and began to undress him. Gao Bing remained seated, arms outstretched, letting her remove his clothes. After removing Gao Bing's shirt, the female doctor pushed his shoulder, and Gao Bing lay down on the bed with his hands behind his head. The female doctor stripped herself completely naked, then pulled down Gao Bing's pants. She leaned over him, cupping her large breasts and gently massaging his body. Gao Bing felt a burning desire rising within him, a fire he didn't know where it came from, but an urge to destroy something. He looked at the female doctor pressed against his chest, her breasts flattened. The female doctor's skin was very white, while his was dark; the contrast was striking. He couldn't help but curse her inwardly, "You filthy bitch." The policewoman looked up at him, smiling seductively, her large eyes gleaming with lust behind her glasses, and asked, "My dear lover, did I serve you well?" Gao Bing said viciously, "You little slut, it's such a waste that you're a policeman instead of a prostitute." The policewoman laughed lasciviously and said, "Being a prostitute is like living in constant fear; nothing beats the freedom I have now. My dear lover, will you only be my prostitute?" Gao Bing felt nauseous. He thought to himself, "Who knows how many men you've been with behind my back?" He thought of Mei Xiangnan again. He wondered why women in this world were so different—some so pure, others so lewd. Yet they all shared one thing in common: they were all devils who hurt men. Thinking of Mei Xiangnan, Gao Bing felt a surge of irritation. He sat up, grabbed the policewoman's hair, and yanked her head to the side, her mouth twitching in pain. Gao Bing kneed her in the stomach, grabbed her hair, and yanked her to the edge of the bed. He sat on the edge and said coldly, "Damn it, you filthy bitch, get down there and suck my cock." The policewoman's face contorted in pain as she rolled to the ground and crawled between Gao Bing's legs. Gao Bing's hand still gripped her hair. For some reason, the policewoman enjoyed being humiliated like this. Normally, she was always serious and cold, and no one had ever dared to treat her like this. She never dared to ask for anything herself. Only with Gao Bing could she achieve the greatest pleasure, both psychologically and physically. People only knew her cold exterior; who knew the lewdness within her? She opened her mouth and lowered her head. A pungent, foul stench assaulted her nostrils. The conditions in the prison cell were nothing compared to outside; she hadn't showered for days, and her pubic hair was matted and black. The policewoman closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the foul air, seemingly intoxicated. She truly loved this smell. The men she had encountered were always clean, with only a faint odor, but with Gao Bing, she was captivated. Her face flushed, and she felt an itch down there. She used her hand to pull back the foreskin of his penis, exposing the glans. The foreskin was dirty, full of white, sticky stuff, but she seemed to have discovered the most delicious treat, carefully licking the white stuff with the tip of her tongue, then pulling it back and savoring it in her mouth. Gao Bing, however, was very impatient, pressing her head down forcefully. The policewoman had no choice but to give up on tasting it, opening her mouth wide and swallowing Gao Bing's penis whole. She swallowed very carefully, but Gao Bing's penis still hardened and pushed against the back of her throat, making her face turn red. Gao Bing released his hand, taking a few deep breaths of satisfaction. The policewoman's mouth was small and very comfortable. He couldn't help but think of Mei Xiangnan, whose mouth was also small and cherry-like. It was a pity that he had never tried it in her mouth. It must be even more comfortable in her mouth. The policewoman doctor diligently sucked on Gao Bing's penis, making smacking sounds. As she sucked, she looked at Gao Bing's cold, stern face with a fawning gaze, hoping her efforts would elicit a smile. Gao Bing looked up and met her pleading gaze. A wave of disgust washed over him, and he instinctively reached out and slapped the policewoman hard across the face. Startled by the sudden blow, the policewoman's face twisted to one side, and she gasped, spitting out his penis. Gao Bing was stunned; he hadn't expected to slap the policewoman so suddenly and without provocation. But then the policewoman turned back, hissing, and said, "Brother, did I do something wrong? Did I upset you?" As she spoke, she grasped Gao Bing's penis, wanting to take it into her mouth again. Five finger marks were clearly visible on her delicate face, and her glasses, knocked askew and perched precariously on her nose, were ignored.*** Postscript: When I first watched this TV series, it deeply moved me, but I never intended to write it as an erotic story. Now, I'm taking a break and borrowing its plot and characters. I originally planned to start writing after finishing "Home," but today, having some time, I finally couldn't resist the urge to write. I don't know if everyone will like it; I'll consider your opinions before deciding whether to continue. Also, because "Big Brother" didn't do very well after I wrote it, I'm considering stopping writing it. Alas, I can't bear to. Hehe, I've dug a hole, so no one will complain, right? Right now, I just want to finish "Home," and I'll think about the rest later. As for why I haven't written "Home" yet, hehe, it's a personal preference. I like to save it for the weekend, watch a game, and then slowly write it. srd//boo.bx/fhdms> srd//boo.bx/fhdms> srd//boo.bx/fhdms> srd//boo.bx/fhdms> srd//boo.bx/fhdms> srd//boo.bx/fhdms> srd//boo.bx/fhdms> srd//boo.bx/fhdms> srd//boo.bx/fhdms> srd//boo.bx/fhdms> srd//boo.bx/fhdms>

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