Gu Lang was not in his room at this time, but in the infirmary on the south side of the barracks.

This was confessed by Zhang Jianming before leaving, or rather requested.

After all, Gu Laosan is only a suspect at the moment, not a prisoner. Since the colonel decided to take it for nowhere, isn't it too much to be in charge of simple physical recovery and healing?

So, after arranging someone's temporary guard room, Gu Laosan didn't even eat, so he was taken to the infirmary, and at the doctor's request, he stripped off all his clothes and posed in various poses in great shame to facilitate the examination of the wound and the application of medicine.

However, it may be that the soldiers are always used to medicating, and the doctor's movements are not gentle, and from time to time there will be a scream of someone in the infirmary.

I don't know, I thought it was interrogating the prisoner.

Of course, prisoners are also to be tried. In the class room on the west side of the camp, Dawei was working overtime.

Opposite him, Edith was handcuffed to a chair fixed to the ground, her shoes removed, and her legs high on a table in front of her.

Scarface and the two are now so swollen that they don't even have their necks, let alone expect to be able to speak. So the only thing to hope for now is that Edith can explain something related. For example, has anyone in this gang ever stolen an off-road vehicle to break through or something.

At this time, Edit, who had been crying until he was about to lose his breath, twitched his body and muttered, "I don't know...... I don't know, I didn't steal a car...... Finally.. Who the is Gu Lang...... Gu Lang, I'm fake, you're xx, ......"

"I can't tell, you're still a tough guy!" Davey shrugged his shoulders, picked up a small hammer from the table, reversed the direction, and stabbed the handle of the hammer against the center of Edit's foot standing on the table.

"Ahhh~~~"

Wang Ping took advantage of the vehicles in the barracks and the cover of green plants, and followed someone's scent all the way to find the temporary residence arranged for Gu Lang.

The guard at the door followed him to the infirmary, so Wang Ping swaggered through the window with the iron grille.

The condition in the room, if you compare it with the living standard of the local residents, is not bad. It can be seen that the other party is not perfunctory Zhang Jianming.

Inside there is a double bed, emmm... The kind of bunk bed. There was also a desk, on which Gu Lang's backpack with clothes and wallet was placed. However, the two boxes containing the tablets and satellite signal receivers were not there, and they were probably confiscated temporarily.

There was also a small cubicle in the room, and Wang Ping went in to take a look, it was a small bathroom with a shower head. But there is no toilet, but a squatting pit. There is also a bucket next to it.

Of course, it can't compare to a hotel, but compared to the zoo and the wild, it's already a paradise.

I didn't bother to think that Gu Laosan would stay here for Mao, holding the bumper all the way, his limbs were about to cramp, and Wang Ping at the moment couldn't wait to take a shower and then sleep well.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps at the door.

Wang Ping hid in the bathroom and looked out through the crack in the door.

There was a knock at the door, and a soldier in a camouflage training uniform walked in with a food box. He placed the food box on the table and turned to leave.

When the footsteps were far away, Wang Ping ran out of the bathroom and climbed up along the table leg.

The food box is the kind of army-green insulated box, and it is still warm on it.

"I can't see it, this kid still has something to do with the military? Why don't you eat first?"

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Ping suddenly felt a little hungry. His stomach knows better than he what it means to make a move, and what it means to strike when it's time to strike. A certain badger only had just moved the thought of eating, and his stomach screamed wildly, one more rapid and louder than the other.

"Okay, let's eat!"

Wang Ping sat on the table, coiled the cylindrical lunch box with his legs, and lifted the lunch box lid up with his two front paws for a long time before opening the tightly covered lunch box.

If you make a ranking of the daily food of civilians in countries all over the world, then Huaxia must be the one who stands at the top of the pyramid and smiles proudly.

After all, whether it's an English refreshment or a French meal, it's not the kind of food you often see on the daily dinner table. Chinese food is different, no matter how simple the ingredients are, you can play with flowers in Chinese food.

There are probably only Chinese people in the world, who will travel several blocks to buy them because there are no green onions when stir-frying.

As for TSNY, where this level of food hovers under the pyramid, unless you go to a star-rated hotel, it is just a stomach.

Sure enough, there were three corn flour cakes in the compartment above the lunch box, which made Wang Ping wonder if the cooking master was hungry for sand inside, and his appearance was so black that people doubted his life.

At the bottom of the lunch box, there was a small half box of soup, and a few slices of mutton and a large lump of some unknown vegetables floated in it told Wang Ping that this was actually a box of broth.

The look of longing instantly turned into disgust, but it's good to be in Africa, so let's just do it. It's better than eating the kind of barbecue without spices in the wild.

While comforting himself, Wang Ping grabbed a piece of corn tortilla and ate it, and did not forget to pick up the entire lunch box from time to time and pour some broth into his mouth.

When Gu Lang came out of the infirmary, the lights were already on in the camp.

Because many small wounds on the body have signs of inflammation in the past two days, it takes a lot of time for doctors to disinfect alone, and they have to find someone to kill Gu Lang like a pig.

So as soon as it was finished, the doctor couldn't wait to take off his white coat and ran all the way to the cafeteria in a rapping way.

In the entire camp, it is estimated that at present, except for the prisoners in the number room, only Gu Lang has the treatment of having people deliver food.

was told that dinner had been delivered to his room, and Gu Lang, who had spent a lot of physical strength, walked back to the room tremblingly with his two legs that were irritated by the disinfectant. And the soldiers who guarded him sent him to the door and stood outside again.

Groping around and turning on the light, Gu Lang first leaned on the door and secretly glanced outside. After discovering that the soldier did not leave, but was watching from outside the door, he couldn't help but sigh.

Although he didn't have the idea of running away, he was always apprehensive when he was watched like this.

Turning around and looking into the room, there was indeed a lunch box on the table.

There was a thick layer of bandages on his body, and he couldn't take a bath. Gu Lang ran to the bathroom, washed his face indiscriminately, touched the messy beard on his face in the mirror, turned around and ran to the room to find a razor.

But as soon as he turned around, someone was stunned for a moment.

Behind him, under the shower head, a clear water stain flashed with a reflected light. There was still a lot of black hair on the ground.

Gu Lang: ......

Didn't you say that there was a single room? Could it be that this bathroom is actually shared?

Thinking that he was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, but Uncle Hei opened his door and ran to the bathroom inside to dig out the guys, Gu Laosan felt furious.

Hurriedly ran to the door, Gu Lang pinned the bolt on the door, and then lifted the desk inside and pressed the door up, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking down at the lunch box on the table, Gu Lang thought about it and bent down to open it. Then he was stunned again.

Because of the preciousness of food in the wild, Wang Ping rarely has the habit of wasting food. Even if it's unpalatable.

Besides, this is made in the kitchen after all, and for Wang Ping, who has eaten hot rice again, it is already a supreme delicacy.

So not to mention the tortillas, Wang Ping didn't even have a drop of soup left, and the silver metal layer on the inside of the lunch box reflected someone's blackened face, shining.

"Spicy next door, it's too bullying..."

Gu Laosan's face was sad and indignant.

If you don't give me food, forget it, and actually use an empty lunch box to humiliate me?

Moving the table away again, Gu Lang opened the door and shouted angrily to the guards outside the door in English: "You guys are too much! I'm not a prisoner, why do you treat me like this? I'm hungry! I want to eat!"