After staying alive and leaning against the door all night, I opened my eyes in the morning with a sore back.

The one who brought me in yesterday walked into the cell with a bunch of breakfast to eat.

"Good morning, Zhang Jingtian! How was your rest last night? I just came to see if you were dead! Wild dog, didn't you teach your new brother how to behave?" the burly executive put breakfast on the ground and kicked me, his face full of mockery.

"Surnamed Gao, don't talk to me! If I have the chance, I want to kill you the most!" After a night's rest, the wild dog's complexion eased a lot, but his face was still a little pale, and his eyes exuded a wolf-like fierce gaze, and he casually grabbed a steaming bun from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I want to see Chu Fei!" I said, standing up from the ground and glaring at the executive.

"The warden is very busy, he said when you can get out of the trumpet to become the trumpeter, and when will I take you to see him again!

"I don't believe he's going to put me in the death penalty! you fucking play with me!" I clenched my fists, trying to smash them right on top of his foul-smelling mouth.

"Yes, I just played with you, and the warden didn't tell me where I should put you! Didn't I arrange it properly for you! How comfortable it is to stay here from here, without arguing or arguing, as long as you don't mess with people, no one will definitely mess with you! Comfortable?" The executive professor smiled with a conspiracy on his face, patted me on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the room, and laughed insolently through the iron door, "I look forward to the captain of the No. 1 prison cell to be born as soon as possible!"

"Surnamed Gao, I'll fuck your grandma!" I kicked on the iron door in annoyance, forgetting that I was barefoot, and my toenails instantly knocked over the cover, and blood came straight out.

"Little ghost, I didn't say it yesterday, let you be quiet!" The wild dog, which was crouching on the ground and feasting, suddenly raised his head and slashed at me.

I hurriedly closed my mouth in fear, just as he had said last night, everyone in this room except me probably had a human life lawsuit in their hands, and they didn't care about life or death, whether it was their own or someone else's.

"Let's eat something, little friend!" Xie Ding, a middle-aged man nicknamed "Bureau", who was not afraid of wild dogs at all, grabbed two buns from the plastic bag and sent them to me, reaching out and gently touching the back of my hand.

"Thank you, uncle!" I hurriedly took the buns, avoiding his palms like dead trees, I really felt a little hungry at the moment, grabbed two buns and devoured them, and then hurriedly raised my head to look at the director and asked, "Uncle, are we going to go out to work in labor camp later?"

"What kind of work? Have you ever seen a death row prisoner still work hard to earn centimeters in exchange for an early release from prison? From this number, we will do one thing a day, and wait for death! After enough days, we will be completely liberated..."The director explained to me kindly.

"Huh?" I was completely at the bottom, thinking that if I went out to work, I might be able to see other discipline or create some chaos, so that the knife face could notice me, and the director's words shattered all my hopes.

"I heard the surname Gao just now, what does it mean to be a long number? Brother, if it's convenient to say, just tell me, after all, I have eaten dumplings more than you for decades, maybe I can think of some good way for you!" the director asked enthusiastically squatting next to me.

After thinking for a few seconds, I nodded, and shook out all my affairs with him, "My name is Zhang Jingtian, and I actually entered the prison once some time ago..."

After listening to my words, the wild dog squatting on the ground eating buns was the first to laugh, stretched out his hand to me, and spat with disdain on his face: "Just like you, you still want to be the captain in our prison, cell No. 1? Dream on, Lao Tzu won't let you succeed, you are ready to die here, and when we are all shot, maybe you still have a chance..."

"Tut, little dog! I don't know if it's nonsense, I've heard that executions are euthanasia now, maybe this kid can really be a trumpet commander before you die! What I'm best at is touching my bones, let me check for you, do you have the talent to learn martial arts!" The middle-aged man with a hideous scar on his face walked towards me with a smile, nervous as if he was reaching out to grab my wrist.

Frightened, I jumped two steps to the side, dodging his palms, and I felt that this guy was more of a threat to me than a wild dog.

"You should meditate calmly in the morning!Doctor, you are very upsetting to shout so much, you know?" The monk meditated for a whole night last night, and at this time he slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the doctor lightly, the doctor stopped talking, covered his mouth with a dry smile and said, "Monk, why don't you let me study your body?" Actually, what I am most interested in is the structure of your body, one person killed nine gangsters with his bare hands, and I heard that one of them was torn alive by you?"

"Okay, then can you tell us what it was like when you dissected a living person? I heard that girl seems to be your girlfriend, right?" said the monk lightly, almost making me vomit.

The doctor's face turned red and white for a while, and then he laughed nervously, "I said no 10,000 times, it was a medical error, but no one believed me, how could it feel? I didn't feel anything, my heart hurt a lot, but now it doesn't hurt!"

"Oh, I always thought you were cold-blooded! Wild dogs followed from the side, "Jie Ji.." The weird laugh.

"Puppy, do you want me to get you checked?" the doctor approached the wild dog without being annoyed.

"Do you dare, I'm afraid I'll accidentally break your neck!" the wild dog looked at the doctor with the same fearless expression.

"Okay, what's there to be noisy about! Monk, you are a monk, you should know how to be compassionate to the heavens and compassion, right? This little brother is obviously given a yin by the surname Gao, otherwise we will collectively choose him as the commander and let him go! Saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, what do you say?" The director took a deep breath, interrupted the confrontation between the wild dog and the doctor, and looked at the monk and said.

"What does it matter to me whether others live or die, the Buddha has long ceased to be me!" the monk gave me an evil look, got up, grabbed two buns from the plastic bag on the ground and put them in his mouth.

"Fake monk, you also eat meat-stuffed buns? Don't you claim that you have six pure roots? hypocrisy..."The wild dog was beaten by the monk yesterday, and today he is still unconvinced and provocative.

"When people's life and death are not guaranteed, what can faith count?" the monk did not get angry, still chewing on the bun in his hand.

I looked at the four people in the room, a moody monk, a psychopathic doctor, and a wild dog who regarded human life like a mustard, plus the seemingly kind, but actually always manipulative and tampering with me, I couldn't help but feel a chill, can I still leave this ghost place in this life.

There were also two corpses lying silently on the mat in the corner, and they had remained that way since I came in yesterday, and they still hadn't moved a minute today, and if it weren't for the heaving chest, I would have almost thought they were dead.

The iron door opened again, and several heavily armed military policemen broke in, dragging the two guys out of the door as if they were dogs, "I don't want to die..."

The door closed again, and my heart was slightly relieved, and the wild dogs and monks who were eating breakfast in the room were still "chirping" their mouths, and the atmosphere was particularly depressing and dull, and after a long time, the bureau chief sighed, "They are finally relieved..."

"Yes, breathing can be a really heavy thing for us!" the wild dog nodded rarely, with a solemn and sad expression.

"Little friend, your plate is very unstable, if I were you, let's start with Zamabu!" The monk did not listen to the conversation between the two of them, sighed the oil stains on his fingers, glanced at me indifferently, and then walked back to the mat and began to meditate.

Everything is calm, if it weren't for the messy mat, maybe no one would remember the two people who were lying there ten minutes ago, and now they may have really disappeared, my back was suddenly soaked in cold sweat...