Let's say that Kong Changyi just arrived at the door.

A strong man stopped in front of him, five big and three rough, and said viciously: "Your damn X, what do you want to do?"

Kong Changyi now thinks that he reacted quickly at the time, and hurriedly said: "Go to the toilet."

The strong man said rudely, "Baba or urine?"

Kong Changyi hurriedly lied: "Urine".

The strong man didn't have a good face and scolded: "Pee your fucking X, go back".

At that time, Kong Changyi was completely dizzy, and this is also a prison, why don't people urinate?

The strong man said viciously: "Big your mother's X, it's a poop, it's big, bear with it, the time hasn't come."

The time has not come, how can there be time?

Could it be a black social private prison.

In Kong Changyi's mind, this word suddenly came to mind.

Of course he knew that these people could do anything.

In particular, in the face of these barbaric and boring people, cultural people had to return to the bed they had just slept in.

At this time, I regretted that I shouldn't have gotten out of bed just now.

Because when he came back here, he couldn't find the place where he had just slept, there were people sleeping everywhere, and there was no place to sleep at all, even if he was on his side.

The indescribable smell is indescribable, and the smell is incomparable.

But he couldn't think about it anymore, because he wanted to sleep in this strange and ugly place now.

Apparently someone had taken over his temporary territory since he left.

He looked for a while, roughly judged the place where he had just slept, and was about to wake up this person, and immediately realized that he could not act recklessly, so let's find out the situation here first!

He had to look around for an empty space.

Although the light was dim, he found a place where he could sleep.

On the left is a young man sleeping with his head down, and on the right is an old man with a bearded face.

Kong Changyi just lay down reluctantly, and sat up, because he found that the black mattress under him was actually wet, as if sleeping in water.

He stood up and looked around, ready to find another place to sleep.

"Don't look for it anymore, look for it again, I don't even sleep in a place like this. ”

The old man on the right lay next to him and sighed.

Kong Changyi looked up and found that there was indeed no place to stay except here, even if he slept on his side, it was impossible, and there were black people everywhere.

The grievances in his heart are only known to himself, and he has no choice but to sleep, so he can only sleep on his side, trying to make his body as little as possible next to the soaked mattress.

The old man heard Kong Changyi's conversation with those people outside the door, obviously saw Kong Changyi's embarrassment just now, and said in a low voice: "The time of Baba is before the start of work every morning, there is a fixed time, and other times are not allowed."

If you want to pee, just pee on the bed, that's how we solve it."

"That's how we all work out."

Kong Changyi couldn't believe his ears, everyone lived here.

He looked at it again, this was the place to live, the bed boards were all close to the ground, how could he urinate?

How can you urinate in the place where you sleep?

The old man sighed, seemingly very helpless, and sighed: "This is also a technical ......"

"Technical work?"

Kong Changyi was so surprised, for a normal person, urinating is still a technical job, I'm afraid someone will spit on your face, after all, everyone is born with something.

"That's right, that's technical work.

Don't underestimate such a simple thing as peeing, you have to find the gap between the bed boards yourself, and then stuff your thing into it, don't just pee on your own bed. If you pee on the bed again, you really won't be able to sleep."

Man is a high-level animal, how can he be like a pig or a dog, eating, drinking, and lazing in bed?

I didn't pay attention, and I was wet under me again.

Could it be that the bed was wet, and it was a guy who had urinated on the mattress, so he couldn't sleep.

Could it be the man who slept on his own bed?

I also blamed myself for walking away just now.

No, I'm going to sleep where I was.

Thinking about it, he stood up.

"Why are you going?"

The old man asked worriedly, ready to hold him, but he didn't.

Kong Changyi doesn't care about those!

But the person under his feet must consider.

Slowly bypassing the person under his feet, he didn't want to step on the person who was sleeping, naturally he didn't want to make too many enemies.

He pushed the man sleeping in his bed and whispered, "Please go back to your own bed?"

The man opened his eyes, glared at Kong Changyi, ignored him and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.

It was so unreasonable, Kong Changyi forgot about the environment here, pushed it again, and said, "Please return to ......."

"Fuck you!

The man was full of swearing, but his voice was very low.

actually scolded, Kong Changyi's suppressed anger suddenly exploded, and he said loudly: "Why are you scolding?"

But the man seemed to be dead, ignoring him and still sleeping.

"Who doesn't want to live anymore and shout and beg?"

I saw a light behind me, it turned out to be the door curtain was connected, and a strong man stood at the door, scolding loudly.

"He slept in my bed and ......"

Before Kong Changyi finished speaking, the leather whip in the strong man's hand had already turned over, and with a "snap", it hit him and began to abuse him again.

"X your mother, if you don't sleep, I'll kill you!"

Kong Changyi was unreasonable at all, he knew that there were still a few strong men outside the door, and he was not an opponent at all, so he had to make compromises and slowly walked back to the old man's side.

What is the way of the world, completely blinded, how can there be such a place.

After the strong man went out, Kong Changyi fell asleep.

"How can you go and scream?"

The old man spoke in a concerned tone.

Although Kong Changyi was angry, he knew in his heart that he had to find out the situation, so he asked puzzledly: "What kind of place is this? What are these people doing?"

The old man looked at him in surprise, as if he didn't know that it was a shame here, and he didn't know what it was or what it was for.

"You don't know what this place is?"

"Well, I got into a fight, I was knocked unconscious, and I woke up and I was here. ”

Kong Changyi replied with a sigh.

"It's a black brick kiln. ”

The old man whispered quietly, for fear that the sound would be heard by the flies flying around.

There are too many flies here to count, flying around them so freely that they can almost eat people, and the "buzzing" sound is connected, like the workshop of a factory.

"Black brick kiln?"

Kong Changyi was the first to hear about the black brick kiln, he had heard of the brick kiln, but it was the first time to add a black word.