Strange prison cells

"Do you want to become stronger? Okay, let's mix up the number one first, and then I'll teach you personally, how about it?" The knife scratched his brains and smiled at my salty evil smile...

"Okay!" I nodded, and if I talked to him about unnecessary words, I would only be ridiculed, so I simply agreed.

"Little Tibetan mastiff, it seems that you don't mix well from the outside, your eyes are full of bloodshots, go to my office to sleep first, and I'll help you go through the formalities!" Knife Face parked the car in the office building, took out a key from his pocket and handed it to me.

"What formalities?" I asked warily.

"Of course it's your prison formalities, is it possible that you use me here as a bathing center? Come as soon as you want, and leave when you're done?" Say, kid! How long are you going to stay?" The knife face was unusual, and the tone of his voice to me was surprisingly kind, and the sun shone obliquely on his face, and for a moment, I actually had a special feeling of familiarity with him, and I always felt that he was very similar to someone I had seen, but I couldn't remember who he was like.

"How long do you think I'll be able to learn?" I shook my head, leaving all my thoughts behind.

The knife stroked his face, and after thinking for a few seconds, he slowly spoke, "This learning is not easy to define, if you want to kill three or five street gangsters, you can get out in about half a year, if you want to be a veteran, two years is about the same, if you want to participate in a world-class fighting competition, then I will send you to a mental hospital, I can't cure you here!"

"Is there a quick way, I'm afraid that the relatives outside won't be able to wait!" Listening to his slightly ridiculous tone, I couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Do you think it's a martial arts drama? If you fall into an abyss, you can become a peerless master by eating a Neidan or fairy grass or something? If you want to be stronger than others, you have to keep fighting, and see which wolf king in the wolf pack is not covered in bruises! If you want to be strong, you will bleed more, be beaten more, and experience more experiences between life and death!" The knife face glanced at me with an idiotic look, "I'll do it for you for three years first, and if you think you can do it, I'll help you reduce your sentence!"

"Okay!" I stood up the stairs with the key to his office.

Back here, I breathed a sigh of mixed feelings, the last time was the longing to leave, but this time I was forced to come back helplessly, it's really special that the plan can't catch up with the change.

Ten minutes later, the knife face came back with a brown paper file bag, looked at me calmly, sat back at the desk, and tapped his fingers on the table with his fingers, "You can sleep, I'll have someone send you to the number later!"

"What do I need to do?" I curled up in the corner and stared at him, hoping that he would teach me a trick and a half in advance.

"Don't die inside!" Knife Face stared at the computer screen without even looking at me.

"Oh, got it!" I lay down on the cold floor and closed my eyes, I was so tired these days, and I didn't have much rest, and I fell asleep in a few moments, and I slept very peacefully.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes anyway, it was completely dark outside, and Knife Face was still sitting behind the computer and clicking the mouse intently.

"Awake?" he looked up at me, then turned his gaze back to the computer screen.

"When are you going to send me in?" I slowly got up from the ground, yawned pleasantly, and walked over to him, realizing that he was playing Resident Evil, the oldest version of the shooter that not many people can play anymore.

"Wait until I'm done with this game!" Knife Face replied softly, I looked at the game screen, Knife Face's technique is very good, it can almost be said that the gun gun is a headshot, and the most important thing is that this guy seems to have found a bug in the game, especially good at dodging...

A few minutes later, he finished the game, picked up a cigarette and smiled at me, "Playing a game is the same as mixing life, you can only continue a level if you are alive! The difference is that if you lose the game, you can play another game, and if you are wrong, you will really be gameover! This world is too realistic, no one cares about passing by, most people only care about the result!"

"Until the end, who knows if it's right or wrong!" I took a deep breath and nodded my head.

"That's right, I wish you success in advance!" Knife dialed the landline phone on the table playfully, and after a while, someone knocked on the door with a "report".

A sturdy disciplinarian walked in with his body in his labor uniform, first saluted the knife face with a standard military salute, and then looked at me back and forth with suspicious eyes, and asked, "Is that him?"

"Well, you don't need any care, unless he's killed or he's killed someone, how should you treat it in normal times!"

"Okay!" are all big men, there is nothing to be ashamed of, I directly removed the clothes on my body, and after changing into a gray labor reform uniform, the tiger-backed discipline stretched out his hand and pointed to my neck, and Chen Xue asked for the "Guanyin Jade Plate" in a rough voice "This can't be brought in!"

"This must be carried!" I shook my head when I thought of Chen Xue wearing the "amulet" around my neck with tears on her face.

"I said no!" the strong disciplinarian shouted.

"I'll tell you the same no!" Originally, I wanted to put up with it, but looking at his domineering appearance, I instantly became angry!

"What's the noise? Step back, you take off the necklace and put it on your wrist!" The knife stood up with a frown, first stretched out his finger and pointed at me, and then commanded at the man's tall discipline, "Xiao Gao, you don't see it, isn't this matter resolved?"

"Got it, Warden!" the warden nodded unconvinced.

After changing my clothes, the knife face let the discipline take me away, and he didn't say when he would see me, just muttered about the discipline, when did I get mixed up with the number commander, and when did he bring me back, I don't know because I quarreled with the number commander just now, and the days that followed completely turned into a nightmare.

After I got out of the knife-faced office, the discipline officer surnamed Gao put handcuffs and leg irons on me, and pushed me forward impatiently with a black face.

But this time he wore my prison area, obviously not the last time, I couldn't help but stop and asked suspiciously, "Aren't you going back to the fourth prison area?"

"What nonsense? You have the final say?" the executive taught me a slap in the face, glared at the two goldfish eyes, picked up the baton pinned to his waist and slapped me violently, I had handcuffs on my hands, shackles on my feet, there was no way to dodge, after a few sticks, he grabbed my collar with a cruel smile and sneered, "Wasn't it crazy in the warden's room just now? Don't worry, young man! This is just the beginning, and there will be a good life for you in the future..."

Originally, I wanted to curse a few words, but considering the situation in front of me that I couldn't go to the village and didn't rely on the store, I held back my words, and I forced the burning pain in my back and face, and I lowered my head.

He pushed me all the way to the door of the cell, and the discipline surnamed Gao opened the handcuffs and shackles for me, pushed me in, and then said with a grim smile, "Enjoy your happy time!"

Before I could react, the iron door behind me closed with a bang, and I immediately looked into the cell vigilantly, for fear that I would be beaten by the crowd as soon as I entered.

Surprisingly, the people in the house did not seem to be interested in my presence at all, and by the dim light bulb on the roof, I could see the general scene of the house.

It was about the same as the cell I lived in last time, it was also more than 20 square meters, there were six people in the room, all lying lifeless on their respective mats, and there was a particularly bad smell in the room, a bit like the smell of a public toilet.

For me, the extra person, the six people lying on the chair all just opened their eyes and looked at what they should do, lukewarm, and even had a feeling of turning a blind eye.

"Rub, what's going on... Isn't there a trumpet commander? There are no rules for bullying newcomers here?" I thought to myself, this situation is a bit too weird, I was ready to be beaten up before I came in, but this situation in front of me is indeed a bit dumbfounded, but I still cautiously shrank into the corner near the door to prevent these guys from suddenly making a move.