Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 791 - 38 Are They Really Willing to Go Back?
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The world only knows Tilanqiao, but not the Tianmen Learning Institute.
The Tianmen Learning Institute is the country’s first modernized prison... that’s right, in the past, such places weren’t called prisons, but jails. The environment inside wasn’t as spacious or bright as portrayed in TV dramas, and there was essentially no concept of humanitarianism.
There were many measures in place to minimize overturn rates in the jails back then—things like directly beheading inmates, exiling them to Lingnan or Ningguta, sentencing them to forced labor, or beating them with dozens of paddles and then releasing them immediately...
Rarely did anyone actually stay long enough to face execution after autumn.
Later, during the time President oversaw Tianmen, he emulated the societal systems of Western civilization and established this modern prison. From its name, "Learning Institute," it was clear that its main purpose wasn’t to punish criminals but to provide those with lesser offenses an opportunity to learn life skills, rebuild themselves, and reintegrate into society.
But in practice, the results were less than satisfactory.
The old-timers in Tianmen weren’t accustomed to this sort of "Western dish," and, after being reformed and released, most resumed their old trades, leaving little face for the advocates of complete Westernization.
Since the institute’s establishment, its biggest contribution wasn’t reforming many criminals but providing the new government with an abundance of case studies for revising laws, as well as creating plenty of jobs for lawyers.
Ignoring everyone else’s face is one thing, but not giving face to the President? That leaves only one option: elimination.
Within two years, four major crackdowns swept away all gang-related forces from the streets, leaving the Learning Institute practically empty.
If they didn’t want to live there, then fine—handle them harshly and severely.
They would rather have smoking gun barrels than deprive the people of Tianmen City of their bright skies.
Of course, there were always those who found the sunny skies too blinding, who spoke out to defend certain people. Such occurrences were inevitable.
Ordinary folks didn’t need to worry about this; you, with your cabbage for breakfast and turnips for lunch, as a mere cog in the societal wheel, wouldn’t qualify to be on the crackdown list, would you?
Back to the point, for one reason or another, the Learning Institute, as a prison, hasn’t been effective; inside, it’s clean and tidy and doesn’t resemble the jails of yesteryear at all.
This eased the fear in the hearts of the new batch of inmates sent there.
Under the premise of smooth communication and information integration, the efficiency of focusing resources on casework was terrifying. In just one night, the enormous prison was crammed to the brim; even the cells couldn’t hold all the detainees.
"Over three hundred people... and this is just less than a day. If you keep sending more, we really won’t be able to handle it."
The warden stared at the courtyard filled with living, breathing people, his face pale, nearly on the verge of cardiac arrest.
This isn’t even summer—now the outdoor temperature is below minus ten degrees. When the cells can’t accommodate everyone, leaving them out in the cold overnight would mean hauling out half of them by morning.
Still, some silver linings exist. Compared to hardened criminals, most of this batch of transmigrators were just ordinary civilians. They seemed accustomed to accepting their fates, their minds and bodies numbed, docile and obedient, unlikely to cause major trouble in the short term.
But is that really good news?
Wang Yunxiao looked at the dense sea of heads before him, and his vision started to blur.
Updates from the Astronomy Bureau continued to stream in, painting a picture where, at least during the first few days of this month—when dimensional barriers were weak—the influx of transmigrators would only increase.
The Special Service Bureau was already coordinating other locations, but it wasn’t clear when those arrangements would be finalized.
This isn’t some backwater ghost town. Tianmen City has been developing for years; land here is practically gold. Other than the prison, where else could so many people be housed?
Send them to the outskirts? What if they escape? Who’s going to catch them?
Don’t be fooled by their current defeated, slumped appearances. God knows how many of them harbor individuals capable of trekking mountains and crossing valleys on foot.
And this wasn’t even the biggest headache.
The real trouble was to send this many people back—and to track down those who had transmigrated away and bring them back.
Just imagining the workload made Wang Yunxiao feel utterly hopeless.
It was enough to make one want to die.
"Honey..."
"What are you doing out here? Where’s the child?"
He Lan, as one of the transmigrators, wasn’t offered any special treatment by Wang Yunxiao and had been sent here with the others. However, women like her, with children—alongside quite a few kids—had been concentrated and temporarily housed in the prison’s administrative building.
"He’s already asleep. I asked the elder lady next door to keep an eye on him."
He Lan clutched a bowl of water, looking timid and terrified.
"I thought you might be tired after the whole day, so I brought you some water."
"I’m not thirsty. It’s freezing out here—go back inside."
Wang Yunxiao’s head felt like it was about to combust; he had no appetite for water.
"Honey..."
"What now?"
"I was just thinking... could I not go back?"
Wang Yunxiao stared at He Lan, unsure how to respond to her question.
Up to this point, most transmigrators’ cognitive barriers hadn’t shattered yet. Their brains couldn’t process these changes or comprehend what was happening.
Someone like Li Mingshen, who was clear-headed and quickly understood his predicament upon transmigration, was a rare exception.
He Lan was another exception.
She wasn’t stupid at all.
"I can endure anything, but the child... sending him back means no path to survival."
He Lan pleaded softly, "Honey, I’m begging you to show mercy and let the eldest stay. Even if he’s treated as a servant, as long as he’s given enough to eat to stay alive... that’s all I ask..."
"Don’t say that just yet..."
With a thump, He Lan knelt before him, clutching Wang Yunxiao’s clothes tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably.
"Stop it!"
Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help but scold her in anger, "What does this look like if others see? I’ll sort it out—go back inside and behave!"
Her outburst wasn’t the issue. If the other transmigrators saw and panic spread collectively, it would be disastrous.
He pulled her up and glanced around.
The brothers around him kept their gazes forward, acting as if they didn’t know him at all.
Just then, another vehicle stopped at the gate, and Shen Qingxi stepped out clutching her cane, under the watchful eyes of two Special Service Bureau soldiers.
Their gazes met from across dozens of meters.
What the hell—did Eldest Miss Shen get switched out too?
This was the second person of status Wang Yunxiao had encountered after Li Mingshen, though he hadn’t yet grasped the gravity of the situation.
Holy crap—was that who I think it is?
Shen Qingxi looked calm on the surface, but inside, her mind was a chaotic storm.
I knew it—Reddy is an undercover agent! Your husband’s definitely with the Special Service Bureau! I’d recognize him even if he were reduced to ashes!
If you weren’t some higher-up’s family in the bureau, how else could you be coming and going freely in the Containment Department?
Then her gaze landed on the pregnant woman leaning close to Wang Yunxiao.
Holy shit!
Reddy—are you the first wife, or the mistress? If you’re the mistress, fine. But if you’re the first wife, then isn’t the grass on your head growing wild and lush?
No way—I need to write an essay right now! I’m going to write a five-hundred-word essay and slap it to her face!
