Early the next morning, as soon as the sky was dark, the black bull head rushed to Yan Jiucheng's room, holding the radio in his hand and being so excited that he put the radio on the bed.

"Brother, listen to my pronunciation, right? ”

The black bull head stood up, stood still, pinched his neck and began to sing, not to mention, such a tall black man sang the female dan of Peking Opera, it was really disobedient. Yan Jiucheng's singing voice is not good, and this bull's head is even worse.

However, black people can't speak Chinese, completely rely on the pronunciation so hard to memorize, actually the pronunciation is okay, which makes Yan Jiucheng very surprised, it seems that this bull head really likes this very much, I'm afraid I have been practicing.

"Does it sound good?" After singing the song, the black bull head sat on the bed and looked at Yan Jiucheng excitedly, as if a primary school student was waiting for the teacher's praise: "I practiced all night, and my voice was going to be hoarse." ”

was so obsessed with Peking Opera, Yan Jiucheng didn't sleep all night, and Niutou's obsession made him laugh from the bottom of his heart.

"You like Peking Opera so much. Yan Jiucheng sat up: "I'm quite surprised." ”

"Don't there be people in your country who don't like it?!! It's so beautiful!" Niu Tou was surprised by Yan Jiucheng's surprise, and his eyes widened: "This is the best tune I've heard at the gates of hell, men sing women's voices, the tune is good, although the words don't know what they mean, but ...... All in all the best!"

The Gates of Hell gathered people from all over the world, and indeed there were different tunes, and it was clear that Peking Opera had the upper hand in the minds of black bull heads, who were already very musical.

"We old people have a saying that there are only two kinds of people in the world, one likes Peking Opera, and the other doesn't know that they will like Peking Opera. Yan Jiucheng nodded, although he knew in his heart that many Chinese people didn't like Peking Opera, he was still very proud to say this.

The pride that one's own country's quintessence can break through language and make people of another race like it dilute the impact of the death of madmen and agents.

Thinking that he would leave early tomorrow morning, Yan Jiucheng was with Niutou throughout the day, and he sang all the Peking Opera he could sing, wrote sentence by sentence to Niutou, and translated the lyrics.

It's a pity that he can only sing three songs.

The madman and the agent were pulled out early in the morning, and the wind blew, and I don't know if there were their ashes in the wind, and no matter how magnificent and firm their faith was, it was gone with the wind.

Yan Jiucheng listened to the bull head in the room reading the lyrics of the three songs, a person who did not understand Chinese completely imitated the reading, in fact, the pronunciation was very funny, but his face was full of happiness.

Sometimes, if there is a hobby, it can really make a lonely person get through the loneliness.

"When I learn these three songs, you teach me two more songs, and I'll go to my room, it's a little noisy here. The black bull head was completely immersed in it, and patted Yan Jiucheng on the shoulder: "I'll look for you tomorrow." ”

According to the agreement, the day after the announcement of the success of the operation, in the middle of the night, he would be transported out in the form of fake death with the person who died that day, and the prison guard who transported the person would be bought, and the body that was originally transported at six o'clock would be changed to four o'clock at night to hide people's eyes.

Tomorrow, Niu Tou will never see Yan Jiucheng again, and there will be no teaching him Peking Opera.

"Hey, buddy, it's great that you're here, I'm finally having some fun at the gates of hell. The bull head came back again, and patted him on the shoulder with brotherhood in his eyes.

Yan Jiucheng didn't nod, just pulled his mouth away and smiled, then stretched out his hand and patted Niu Tou's shoulder and hugged it.

"What's wrong with you?" asked the bullhead, feeling a little sudden.

"Nothing. ”

"Tell me if anything, we are brothers who worshipped the master, and I will take care of it for you. Niu Tou patted Yan Jiucheng's shoulder again and said sincerely.

Yan Jiucheng didn't speak, and he couldn't laugh, only nodded.

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The next day, at night, an older man died on the first floor, and there have been many infectious diseases recently, and the mortality rate of poor health is relatively high, and the people at the gates of hell have long been saturated, and this saturation has also increased the mortality rate, and everyone is not surprised.

"Give me your clothes, and your hat. Yan Jiucheng came to his room and accepted a person's clothes, but the person didn't dare to ask anything, so he hurriedly gave it.

At one o'clock in the morning, Yan Jiucheng took the dagger and sharpened it on the skin of his feet, grinding off a layer of fake skin.

This is the disguised fake skin that Gu Miqing gave him, the advantage of this fake skin is that it can be adhered to the body for about five days, but the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, it is one-time, not very real.

Yan Jiucheng pasted it on his face in the mirror, this thing looked at it suddenly, it seemed to be a different person, if you look closely, it is still very rough, but at night, no one usually looks closely.

Yan Jiucheng changed into the clothes and hat that he had changed from his younger brother, this dress was far from being as clean as the one on his body, after all, he had been wearing it for several years, and there were holes in many places, and there was a bad smell of rancidity, but relying on this dress and the fake skin on his face, he went down from the fourth floor to the first floor very smoothly.

Going downstairs is not like going upstairs, the management is not strict, the two guarding the door are so sleepy that they hardly look at Yan Jiucheng.

Everything went very smoothly, Yan Jiucheng looked around, and while there was no one, he lay down next to the dead person, and George also cooperated, and closed the electric gate on the first floor, and there was originally a street lamp in the corridor, but now it was dark.

From lying on his stomach at one o'clock to about three o'clock, the ground was full of dew, so cold that people's bones were hard, and several times Yan Jiucheng wanted to cough, but he carried it stiffly, and his face was frozen black.

It's okay that way, it looks more like death.

At three o'clock, some people got up one after another, most of them were older ones who got up to urinate at night, but they didn't pay much attention to Yan Jiucheng's side, but walked around.

Yan Jiucheng closed his eyes tightly, and in one hour, the prison guards would come in and transport him, and everything would be fine.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

It's hard to give up on being beautiful

Long hatred is a song for eternity

Long hatred for a thousand years

The hum is not in tune, the pronunciation is not standard, the singing is "Ode to Pear Blossom", you don't need to open your eyes to know, this is a cow's head, there is a urinal on the fourth floor, but there is no place to poop, it seems that the time is not in a hurry, he wants to go to the tuba in the middle of the night.

Listen to the footsteps, there is another person next to him.

"Boss, you've been enjoying this recently...... Is it called Peking Opera?" the man said, walking past Yan Jiucheng, a distance of about ten meters.

"Hmm. Niu Tou didn't pay much attention: "Guard the door, I poop." ”

"Come out, get out!" The little brother walked in, glanced at it, and saw that there was no fourth-floor level leader, and everyone was blown out. When you poop, you are the most likely to be attacked, and often the boss will blast people out to ensure their safety.

A few older ones came out, and they obediently returned to their rooms.

Yan Jiucheng's eyelids were motionless, his face was facing the wall, just waiting for the bull head to walk over, and he would be safe.

The bull head pooped for a long time, and he sang while pulling, he was really obsessed with Peking Opera, listening to the singing of the bull head out of tune and out of tune, Yan Jiucheng's body didn't seem to be so cold.

There's a hobby.,It's a little bit of a taste to be alive at the gates of hell.,Unfortunately,Except for these three.,There's no more.。

At least half an hour later, the bull head came out of the toilet, it seemed that his feet were numb, and he stomped hard: "Let's go." ”

Yan Jiucheng breathed a sigh of relief slightly.

"Wait, sir. That person's shoes are good, I'll ......" Suddenly, the little brother came to say this, Yan Jiucheng closed his eyes and thought to himself, it's not good. At that time, I was afraid that my little brother would be suspicious, and I didn't ask for shoes, after all, the yardage was not right, but I didn't expect this black light to be blind, and it actually made people worry about their shoes.

Compared to the shoes of other people at the Gate of Hell, Yan Jiucheng has just been imprisoned, and the shoes are still very new, although they have become dirty with a lot of blood, but there are no holes after all.

As he spoke, the man ran to Yan Jiucheng's side, stretched out his hand and began to pull his shoes, if he was taken off, the other party would immediately find out that he was not dead, after all, the shoes brought body temperature, and they were warm.

"Huh?" The man's hand felt something abnormal as soon as it touched the shoe, the high-top shoe, and as soon as the hand passed, he felt the warmth, and his face changed and he looked at the bull's head.

Niu Tou, who had lived in the Gate of Hell for so long, naturally knew what it meant for his little brother's face to change, even in the dark, Niu Tou immediately sensed that something was wrong, and the dagger was instantly pulled out of his waist.

The little brother stared at Yan Jiucheng's side face facing the wall, and the rough fake skin couldn't help people to look at it so closely.

The younger brother made a gesture to wipe his neck, Niu Tou gritted his teeth, and walked quickly to Yan Jiucheng's side, and when he saw it, he was stunned.

It looks a little familiar, the bull thought to himself.

The younger brother stretched out his hand and tore off a piece of fake skin on Yan Jiucheng's face, and gasped: "This ...... It's not ......"

Yan Jiucheng still closed his eyes, one hand pressed under him, holding the dagger tightly, only the last half an hour, if someone finds out that he is fake dead, he will not be able to get out today, as long as someone dies for a while, I am afraid that there will be people who get up at night to observe curiously, after all, fake death and release from prison will definitely be big news.

That's trouble.

The bull head poked his head over and looked, his eyes widened in surprise, although there was only half of his side face, and there were some fake skins on his face, but he recognized Yan Jiucheng at a glance without any suspense.

fake skin, fake death, Niu Tou immediately realized that Yan Jiucheng's identity was not simple.

"Nine...... Nine ......" The little brother thought that his eyes were wrong, he once again leaned into Yan Jiucheng's face, and then stepped back in shock, and in the distance, two people who got up in the night looked at it curiously.

Yan Jiucheng opened his eyes slightly, he couldn't hide his fake death, let's see how to get out, when the news of fake death and fake skin spread, I am afraid that his identity will be exposed.

"Boss, this is the ...... of the nine"

Multiply......

Before he finished speaking, the dagger of the bull head was instantly inserted into his heart, and the force was so great that it pushed him against the wall in one fell swoop, and then the dagger was pulled out, and it was a few more slashes.

The younger brother died so much that he couldn't die anymore, and fell to Yan Jiucheng's side.

"Fuck, you still dare to grab shoes from Lao Tzu?!" Niu Tou smacked on the ground, bent down and took off his shoes from Yan Jiucheng's feet, the warm inside of the shoes made Niu Tou's hands tremble slightly.

He sat on the ground, slowly putting on his shoes, with some confusion on his face, then curiosity, then loneliness.

"Brother, we worshipped, I treat you as a friend, I didn't expect you to ......," Niu Tou said softly, and then said no more, after putting on his shoes, he stood up, his nose a little sore.

I thought I had found a real brother, but I didn't expect the other party to not tell the truth, and I kept using myself.

"I*&......*&%......" Niu Tou scolded loudly, raised his dagger and pointed at the few people who looked over: "Whoever dares to save him, whoever is against me!"

He pointed his dagger at his younger brother, who had just been stabbed to death.

In this way, other people will not be close, and they will not find that it is Nine Eyes who has been torn off their fake skin lying on the ground.

"Although you don't treat me as a brother, but my bull head worships the brother of the handle, I admit everything, since you fake your death, then help you. In the future, the bridge will return to the bridge, the road will return to the road, of course, I will not see it in the future, and in the future, I will not have you as a brother. ”

Niu Tou pretended to touch something on Yan Jiucheng's body, and after saying the last words, he took out the paper full of lyrics in his pocket, tore it up, and threw it on Yan Jiucheng's body.

Then he stood up and left without looking back.

Pear blossoms bloom in spring with rain.

Pear blossoms fall into the mud in spring.

The song "Ode to Pear Blossoms", I'm afraid I will never sing it again.