In an extremely depressing atmosphere, we walked the way to the underground, especially when I stepped on the last step, I felt like I was going to vomit. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I suppressed the discomfort and stared at the scene in front of me.

This is supposed to be a dungeon left over from the early days, and now it has been rebuilt by Kitayama Prison and continues to be put into use. There were dim yellow light bulbs lit on the left and right sides of me, one next to each other, with the same kind of iron barred door, and further in, thirty or fifty meters away, there was a cell in the center with a thick steel plate door.

It is clear that this cell is the top priority of the entire Cell S. Zhao Prison warned the two of us, our destination this time is there. Then he instructed us not to be afraid, just follow along.

If you want me to say, this Zhao prison guard is what he said, he himself looked very nervous, and secretly touched his waist, took out the electric baton, and squeezed it tightly in his hand.

Beard and I looked at each other, and Beard also felt his way back and tried to take out the stick, but I stopped him and shook his head slightly.

I mean, we're informants after all, especially since we're exempt wires from prison. Don't look at the two of us now going back to prison with a mission, but if we really want to take out the throwing stick, it's not like that.

Beard figured this out, and he hummed softly, which was a response to me.

The two of us followed the guards of Prison Zhao and walked in step by step. I also took a look at the cells on both sides.

It's very simple, even the wooden tables and chairs, and even the toilet for are wooden, which has a very ancient taste, and there is only one prisoner in each cell. Our arrival woke them all up.

While some prisoners were lying down, they raised their heads slightly to look out of the prison, and some simply sat up. Don't look at them not shouting, scolding, or acting violently, but I can't say why, I can feel the strong and banditry exuded from them.

Speaking of the beard, he looked at one of the sitting felons. The beard immediately shook his body, and he muttered, "Long, gibbon?"

This must be the nickname of this felon. My heart fluctuated a little when I heard the beard finish speaking, because this name was definitely not the first time I had heard it.

I racked my brains to remember what this gibbon was up to.

The gibbon stared at the beard, angry for no reason, but soon he laughed again and muttered, "Boy, it turns out that you still know Lao Tzu." Before we could answer, he jumped out of bed.

He was very fast, and when he ran to the cell door, he stretched out his arm through the wooden fence.

This felon's arm is longer than the average person's. Afraid of being caught by him, the beard took a half step back, but it was useless, and the gibbon snorted again, and his arm, which had been stretched to the limit, reached out again with a click.

This time, the beard was grabbed squarely, and the gibbon was tightly pulled by the collar.

The gibbon retracted his arm sharply again, and his beard was so big that it slammed into the cell door like an ornament.

The gibbon stretched out his thumb and pressed it tightly against the neck of the beard. This is a very classic trick in the grappling, and the position of his card is also very accurate, which is where the carotid artery is located.

I didn't expect this kind of change, and I was stimulated by this, and I remembered it all, this gibbon used to be a very famous robber, riding a motorcycle, specializing in the night, plus his arms were long and powerful, and his methods were cruel, I heard that he was robbed and killed, and finally carried a full five lives.

I wanted to get my beard back, and I took a step forward regardless of the danger. The gibbon was clever and immediately shouted at me, "Don't come here, grandson!"

He also increased the strength of his hand, his beard was flushed, and he couldn't help coughing. My ape brother is long and the ape brother is short, and while handing him good words, I also told him, "Don't be embarrassed by the beard, everyone is 'from a bitter background', why bother." ”

The gibbon seemed to listen, and the strength of his hand loosened. But at this time, the Zhao prison guard held an electric baton, pointed at the gibbon and shouted, "Let him know each other and release him quickly!"

I said bad things in my heart. And as soon as the gibbon was attracted by Prison Guard Zhao's words, he laughed viciously again, not only increased his strength again, but also stared at the beard for a few seconds, and said a few times, "Aren't you kid also in prison? Why was he released so quickly? He must have been an informant, right? Hey, you......" Then he glared at Prison Guard Zhao, and said with a gloomy face, "Lao Tzu also wants to be an informant!" Let me release this rabbit cub It's no problem, but let me go out immediately. ”

I was afraid of the occasion, and I couldn't refute him directly, and I said in my heart that with his evil spirit, he didn't have the posture of being educated at all, and wouldn't it harm society if he was released?

Prison Guard Zhao's face also sank greatly, he ignored the gibbon's words at all, raised his voice again, and said If you make trouble again, I will lock you up.

The gibbon looked around and asked, "What is the difference between this ghost place where Lao Tzu lives now and confinement?"

I found that the "negotiation" skills of this Zhao prison guard were too ordinary, and he yelled a few words with the gibbon, but he only scared the gibbon over and over again, and did not say anything to the point.

The beard is miserable, he has been picked by the gibbon, he really can't bear it, it is estimated that he is seriously deprived of oxygen, his legs are weak, and the whole person slid to the ground along the wooden fence of the prison door. The gibbon also followed his beard and squatted down.

I didn't expect things to turn out like this tonight, and I was thinking about whether to persuade Prison Guard Zhao to leave, let me talk to the gibbon alone, or ask Prison Guard Zhao to call Yang Qianqian and them for support.

Suddenly, from the innermost cell came a whistling sound, and it was very high-pitched and piercing. I listened so much that I couldn't help but cover my ears.

The gibbon and Prison Guard Zhao's faces all changed, and even the gibbon was distracted and let go of his beard.

The beard jerked and threw himself forward. Seeing this, I hurried forward, dragging him to safety like a dead dog.

I looked closely, and one of the eyes of the beard became red. I was afraid that he had a problem with his eyesight, so I quickly stretched out a finger and shook it in front of his eyes and asked, "Brother Huzi, can you see what time this is?"

The whole beard was a little confused, but he still muttered, "Don't, don't shake, I can see it, it's two!"

I don't know if it's because I'm shaking it and I can't see my beard. At this time, there was still someone shouting in the innermost cell, and his tone was so cold that he couldn't even hear any emotion. He said, "Whoever makes trouble again in the middle of the night, Lao Tzu will skin him and cramp!"

The gibbon was sweating in his head, which was definitely scared out. He took a few steps back and obediently lay down on the bed.

My heart was shocked, and I said that even such a ruthless character as a gibbon can be scared like this, so you can imagine how horizontal the master in it is. And I also believed the words of Prison Officer Zhao, don't look at the beard is also a big oil, compared to others, it is really a doll.

Prison Guard Zhao didn't want to waste any more time, so he helped me pick up my beard and led the two of us inside.

I felt a sense of resistance in my heart, and when I got closer, I felt the urge to turn around and run away.

We finally came to the door of this cell, and there was a small window in the steel door, but there was no glass in the window, it was full of small holes.

We looked through the hole, where the light was also dim, and a man sat cross-legged on an iron bed in the corner.

This man was wearing a very old-fashioned military uniform, and the uniform was rotten, and there were big holes in many places. He was chained, had a foot-long hair, and probably hadn't had a haircut in years.

He lowered his head and was eating with a click. I was wondering, why did he treat him so well, and he had a supper so late?

On the bed in front of him lay a dead rat that had been eaten about the same. In front of us, he proceeded to tear a bloody piece of flesh from the rat, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

The beard couldn't help but stammer, and asked the prison guard Zhao, "Zhao, Zhao, Brother Zhao, are we going to persuade him later?"

Prison Guard Zhao's face was not good-looking, but he immediately lowered his voice to encourage the two of us, saying that this prisoner is very easy to talk to, so that the two of us have no psychological burden, and after this mission is completed, the police will definitely give us a great credit.

He also took out the key and opened the cell door. Beard and I both took a step back and took a very resistant stance.

But Prison Guard Zhao lacks morality, don't look at the gibbon's inability, but now he is ruthless, forcibly dragging me and my beard, pushing us in one after another, and locking the cell door again.

I slammed the door with my beard, and I fed and screamed. Prison Guard Zhao ignored the two of us, but leaned against the cell door and wiped a handful of sweat from his head.

The two of us made such a fuss that once again aroused the dissatisfaction of this felon. He roared like a beast, and jerked his head to look at us.

I saw his true face this time, and I can't describe how he felt at this moment. In fact, he is not ugly, and he is very standard, but he is white and crazy, just like a dead man, and from him, there is a faint evil spirit, and his eyes are too fierce, just like a sharp sword, directly poking into my heart.

My beard and I were clinging to the prison door. I didn't say anything about the sweat in my head, and I was rusty for a while, and my mind was full of one thought, this must be the "living dead". The beard squeezed and laughed, chanting, "Tonight, it's a good day." ”

The living dead didn't speak for a long time, as if he hadn't heard what the beard had said. He observed the two of us, then grinned, pointed at me with a mocking look, and said, "Your name is Zhang Chao, and your nickname is Xiao Bo, right?" I replied mechanically.

He pointed to the beard again, "Your name is Li Jinzhe, nicknamed Beard?" The beard looked surprised, as if asking again, how do you know what my name is?

The living dead shook his head again and again with a dissatisfied look, and said, "No wonder the police asked me to go out and partner with you two, these dead men are really right, you two are really cowardly!"

I tasted another meaning from these words, and my heart said that the mysterious woman was so powerful, and said a few days ago that she wanted to find the living dead to come out and help us both, but it was only a few days, and she did it.

During this time, his beard was still leaning towards me with the door sticking to him, and he whispered, "You want to make some moves, we are lobbyists, we can't keep being so stuffy, right?"

The ears of the living dead are too sharp, and he hears the words of the beard. He sneered with disdain, picked up the remaining dead mouse, threw it at the two of us, and said, "Don't say anything about it, it's a guest!

He threw his head quite accurately, and the dead rat clicked and landed at our feet.

Both I and Beard immediately shut our mouths and stared at the mouse. The felon's brow furrowed, and at first glance he was dissatisfied with the two of us, but also waited for our next attitude.

At this moment, I regretted that my intestines were blue, and I said in my heart that I was stupid? I had to agree to Yang Qianqian to come here, and I ended up in such trouble.

I kept secretly knocking on the cell door with my hands behind my back, hoping that Prison Guard Yang would not give us two problems and let us out a moment earlier. But there was no movement outside the cell door.

The bearded man was relatively straight, and after he struggled for a while, he finally squatted down, tore off the mouse's head, and chewed it vigorously in his mouth.

The living dead looked at the beard and smiled, saying that you are a man. Then he and Beard looked at me, especially Beard still winked at me, which meant that it didn't matter if the mouse was dead or not, eat it quickly!