When Yang Fan woke up again, it was already slightly dark, and Yang Fan found that he had been carried to the lower bunk, and the other prisoners didn't dare to sleep at all since that happened, they were afraid that Yang Fan would go crazy and kill him again.

Yang Fan raised his head and looked, but as a result, the prisoners who had just calmed down from the panic shrank together again, and they all looked at Yang Fan with frightened eyes, trying to judge Yang Fan's intentions.

Yang Fan sighed, all normal people would be scared when they saw what he had just done, let alone people in such an environment.

So Yang Fan didn't pay attention to them, and sat on the lower bunk by himself and crossed his legs to cultivate.

That night, the inmates of Cell No. 9 felt that the night was particularly long, and finally, in the anticipation of a group of inmates, the sky brightened, and the correctional staff began to patrol the room early in the morning.

Li Yiyuan is the supervisor of cell No. 9 in the first prison district, and it is obvious that he did not sleep well last night, with a cigarette in his mouth and yawning from time to time.

Li Yiyuan wiped away the tears that flowed down the corners of his eyes with his right hand, and slowly opened the door of the cell.

To his surprise, the usually lazy and lazy prisoners rushed out as if they were going to the supermarket to buy something.

"Fuck, die. Li Yiyuan picked up the baton in his hand and kept beating the unruly prisoners, but the cells were like monsters living in them, and the prisoners would rather be beaten twice than squeezed out early.

"What's going on, what's wrong with you?" asked Li Yiyuan, grabbing a prisoner who was squeezing outward.

The prisoner did not dare to speak, but pointed his hand into the cell.

"What's wrong with these people?" Li Yiyuan put his head into the cell and was startled.

I saw a person lying on the cement floor, his face on the ground, and where his head hit the ground, he could see a pool of blood, and even more excessively, his brain also flowed to the ground, obviously dead, and there was a person lying softly in the corner of the wall, not knowing life and death.

"Damn, this group of bastards, Zhao Wentao, this guy, I don't know how serious it is, and the new prisoner who just came was killed like this. Li Yiyuan scolded angrily in his heart.

Li Yiyuan hated Zhao Wentao to death in his heart, but since there was a dead incident, he didn't dare to hide it, so Li Yiyuan picked up the whistle in his hand as soon as possible, blew it, and summoned other policemen to come over.

The other policemen were opening the doors of their cells when they suddenly heard a terrible whistle, "Go back, go back." So the police drove the prisoners who had just come out in, and then hurriedly locked the door and rushed to cell No. 9.

"What about Zhao Wentao? Zhao Wentao? Where did this bastard run away? There was such a big thing, he was still hiding aside, you thought you would avoid this level, and if you don't come out, see how Lao Tzu cleans you up. Li Yiyuan yelled at a group of prisoners. , but Li Yiyuan felt that a group of prisoners were looking at him like idiots.

Li Yiyuan saw that the bamboo pole was hiding in the crowd, and he stepped forward and pulled the bamboo pole out.

"What about Zhao Wentao? Where did he hide? With such a big incident, he thought he would be done if he hid?" Li Yiyuan asked sharply.

"Zhao Wentao, he... He's dead. The bamboo pole replied with a sad face.

"What? He died? How did he die. Li Yiyuan's mouth opened wide in surprise.

"Officer Li, you didn't see the corpse in the corner of the house, it was Zhao Wentao's. The bamboo pole pointed to the dead body in the cell.

To tell the truth, Li Yiyuan only saw someone dead on the ground, and he hadn't yet identified who it was, but according to the usual practice, it was all new prisoners who were beaten to death by old prisoners, and they were turned over today.

"Who did it?" asked Li Yiyuan, grabbing the collar of the bamboo pole.

"Officer Li, did you see the new prisoner in the house, Zhao Wentao was killed by him. I almost didn't die too, it scared me to death. The bamboo pole snorted at Yang Fan in the cell.

When Li Yiyuan was asking about the bamboo pole, other policemen also rushed over one after another.

Zhao Shanghang is the section chief of the Lingnan No. 1 Prison and the person in charge of the No. 1 Prison District, he is the policeman who lectured Yang Fan and them yesterday, and when he heard Li Yiyuan's whistle, he hurriedly rushed in from outside the gate of the prison area.

"What happened? How did the whistle blow. Zhao Shanghang asked breathlessly.

"Team Zhao, look at it, it's dead. Li Yiyuan felt a little frustrated that something had happened in his cell.

"Don't panic just yet, speak slowly. Zhao Shanghang comforted Li Yiyuan and calmed him down.

Li Yiyuan settled down and focused on reporting what happened.

"What about that person?" Zhao Shanghang asked.

"Still inside?" Li Yiyuan pointed to the inside of the cell.

Zhao Shanghang led the other policemen in, and Yang Fan was sitting on the bed in a daze at this time.

"Whoa," a policeman tossed the shackles and leg irons. "Bring it yourself, don't let us do it. ”

Yang Fan understood that it was pointless to resist at this time, so he honestly brought the shackles and shackles to his hands and feet.

Seeing that Yang Fan had locked himself, Li Yiyuan was the first to rush up, picked up the baton and stabbed Yang Fan in the stomach. "Damn, the first day you came in, you made trouble, and Lao Tzu beat you to death. ”

The baton hit Yang Fan's stomach hard, Yang Fan squatted heavily on the ground with his stomach covered, Li Yiyuan still didn't understand his hatred, he raised the baton in his hand and hit his head and face.

After a while, Zhao Shanghang felt that it was almost over, so he said slowly and leisurely: "Okay, stop fighting, take him to the interrogation room for me." ”

Several policemen stepped forward and dragged Yang Fan out of the cell.

"What's the matter?" a prisoner in another cell leaned down on the iron gate and looked out at the fence, which was usually supposed to open the door for them to take a roll call and then eat, but at this time there was no policeman to take care of them, and the policemen all rushed to cell nine.

"Is there something wrong?" asked another.

"Is it possible? a new prisoner came in yesterday?" said a well-informed prisoner. "Didn't you hear someone screaming in the middle of the night?"

"Haha, this Zhao Wentao is a miserable bastard, he killed someone as soon as he came in. A man sitting on the top bunk with a toothpick in his mouth laughed, and behind him was a flattering prisoner beating him on the shoulder.

"Brother Yi, now Zhao Wentao is going to eat guns. A prisoner leaned over and asked.

"Not necessarily. Brother Yi thought for a while and said, "Zhao Wentao is Brother Hu's person, it is estimated that this matter will be a big deal, but internal education is indispensable, at least let this kid suffer." ”

As soon as they heard that Zhao Wentao was going to suffer, the prisoners here laughed together as if they couldn't see others having a better time.

"Eat, eat. "A prisoner came up pushing a food cart.

Brother Yi was sitting on the top bunk enjoying someone else's massage, and when he saw the prisoner coming, his eyes lit up, and he jumped down from the top bunk and walked quickly to the iron gate.

Brother Yi's left and right hands separated the other people standing in front of the door, and the other prisoners who were at the door saw that it was Brother Yi, and they all hurriedly hid to the side to avoid it.

"Slipper, tell me, who killed this guy Zhao Wentao?" Brother Yi asked from inside the fence.

"This?" "Slipper's eyes swept and saw that there were no police nearby, so he stretched out his right index and middle fingers, and then put them to his mouth, making a smoking motion, "Is there this?"

"Yes. Brother Yi hurriedly took out a cigarette and stuffed it into the slipper's hand.

"Just one, you're really picky, so you still want to inquire about the news. The slipper scoffed. He ignored Brother Gao Yi, and then shouted loudly: "It's time to eat, get the bowl quickly." ”

"Okay, okay, it's all for you. Brother Yi gritted his teeth and slapped a pack of cigarettes into the slipper's hand.

The slipper opened the cigarette and saw that it was good, there were more than half a pack, so he said with a smile: "It's not Zhao Wentao who killed someone." ”

"It's not Zhao Wentao, who is that?" Brother Yi became even more curious.

"Saying it scared you to death, it wasn't that Zhao Wentao killed someone, but that Zhao Wentao was beaten to death. Haha, I can't think of it. The slipper laughed.

"No!" Brother Yi opened his mouth in surprise. This aroused the curiosity of Brother Yi, "Tell me, who killed Zhao Wentao?"

"It's not in the scope of your question, want to know, get a pack of cigarettes out. "The slipper took the opportunity to start blackmailing.

"This," Brother Yi hesitated for a moment, and finally his curiosity overcame the cigarette, "Okay, I'll give you another whole pack." ”

After speaking, Brother Yi took out another pack of cigarettes from his pocket and put it in the hand of the slipper.

"The absolute value of this pack of cigarettes, tell you, yesterday there was a new prisoner in cell No. 9, called Yang Fan, Zhao Wentao, this kid wanted to clean up Yang Fan, but was beaten by Yang Fan, but Zhao Wentao couldn't swallow this breath, so he went to find trouble with Yang Fan in the middle of the night, and was sunk by Yang Fan, not only Zhao Wentao, but also the winter melon in cell No. 9, who was also killed by Yang Fan. He put the cigarette to his nose and sniffed it.

"No, this Yang Fan is so powerful, he killed two at once. Brother Yi was even more surprised.

"Not only that, but yesterday there were fat three and bamboo poles to shoot, but none of the four of them had beaten Yang Fan, and in the end, Yang Fan didn't know which tendon was missing, so he easily let go of the fat three and the bamboo pole. Slipper continued.

"Four people?" Brother Yi's mouth was open enough to stuff an egg, and he touched the back of his head, "Fortunately, this Yang Fan was not assigned to our cell, otherwise maybe it was me who carried him out today." ”

"Let's go!" he pushed the cart and began to walk forward, feeling the bag under the cart as he went; "It's a good day, I have gained a lot of cigarettes." ”