Chapter 22: Prison of Death

The death prison was built on the outskirts of the city, with high walls, countless police dogs, even three guard towers, and an impenetrable gate, even the tanks could not help it.

Looking at this prison like a work of art, Tang Song couldn't help but appreciate,

"It's magnificent!"

The driver was a little more determined, if he wasn't insane, he would be insane.

The warden has already collected the money and has already confessed to the people below. Therefore, the prisoners in this death prison are all cheering wildly at this time.

Because, every time someone gives them a lecture, there will be nearly ten minutes of unattended time.

That is, in these ten minutes, all the prison guards will leave.

Then, they can do whatever they want.

All the prisoners who come to the death prison have the number one in the rivers and lakes, especially Shen San, who came in two years ago, with his strong combat effectiveness, he has become one of the three tyrants in this death prison.

In this death prison, it is really like a beast forest, a real law of the jungle. As long as your fists are hard, you are not so much going to prison, but actually living a luxurious and rich life, and even more so, you can use the telephone network to communicate with the outside world, and even as long as the money comes, you can get anything.

Women are no exception.

For all this, Tang Song didn't know at all. As soon as he entered the death prison, Tang Song first came into contact with several prison guards.

Looking at this, Tang Song couldn't help but feel like he wanted to criticize them for their parents.

Shirtless, wearing slippers, smoking cigarettes in his mouth, and full of yellow teeth, he looks at people like animals in a zoo.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Tang Song felt that these people must be fugitives, not prison guards.

Alas, the world is dying!

"The poor shirt is getting simpler, and I am worried about the cold!" Tang Song couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

When several prison guards heard this, they immediately sneered.

"What's the origin of this kid?"

"I don't know, it is said, it is a poet."

"Grass, Lao Tzu looks down on those dancing and ink people the most, damn, I'm bah!"

"There will be a good look at him for a while, but I hope he will still be a poet and not a dead man when he leaves!"

Tang Song originally thought that at least there had to be a decent person to receive him, but he didn't have it at all. The eyes of all those who saw him here were full of disdain and ridicule, and they were accompanied by the sound of discussion.

Soon, he was taken to the propaganda scene.

It was an empty space with only an old table and chairs. There is no other place to go.

Soon, after a police whistle, the object of Tang and Song preaching appeared.

Five minutes later, it was full, at least a hundred. These people are young and old, but what they have in common is that their eyes are full of resentment and injustice, like that of the hungry wolf.

Although it is said that there are prison guards present, the order is not good at all.

"This kid looks pretty good, what do you think will happen?"

"In my opinion, I must be blown up in the chrysanthemum!"

"Well, it would be nice if there was a woman."

"I heard that this kid is a poet. Damn, Lao Tzu hates those who study well the most, and when he goes to school, he is not less discriminated against by them. ”

"Damn, grandson, since you're here, don't think about leaving alive."

"Look at him like that, he still laughs, damn it, he won't be able to laugh for a while."

"Damn, Lao Tzu's spear is already hungry and thirsty."

“……”

Listening to the discussion below, Tang Song smiled at the prison guard next to him and asked, "Can you start?" ”

The prison guard looked at Tang Song with the eyes of an idiot, and then picked his nostrils with his left hand.

Clearing his throat, Tang Song did not sit on the broken chair, but jumped directly onto the old table.

He was agile in his movements.

Standing on the table, Tang Song said with a smile: "Oh, I didn't expect it, I haven't moved for many years, this time I saw you, what waist disc and leg cramps, it's all right!" ”

There was an uproar below.

"Grandson, it's scared."

"Damn, pretend to be something."

"Believe it or not, Lao Tzu will kill you with one punch!"

“……”

Tang Song cleared his throat, stood on the table, bowed deeply to these special people in the audience, and then said:

If life deceives you,

Don't be sad, don't be anxious!

The need for calmness on a melancholy day:

Believe it, happy days will come!

The heart is always yearning for the future;

Now it's often melancholy.

Everything is instantaneous, everything will pass.

And what has passed will become a cordial remembrance.

This poem "If Life Deceives You" is a poem written by the Russian poet Pushkin during his exile and solitary confinement, expressing a positive, optimistic and self-reliant attitude towards life.

Tang Song recited very emotionally, and although a few of the prisoners below wanted to give a thumbs up, more people shouted.

"Damn, whatever, god-nagged!"

"Damn, get your chrysanthemums ready, my spear can't be controlled!"

"Little one, do you really think you're a poet?"

“……”

Tang Song didn't say anything, but continued to recite again.

"Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms"

From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables

……

Asian Copper

Asian copper, Asian copper

Grandfather died here

My father died here

I'm going to die here, too

You're the only place to bury people

……

Asian copper, Asian copper

After the drumming

We call the heart that dances in the darkness the moon

This moon is made up of you chiefly

Spring, Ten Seas

In the spring, all ten Haizi were resurrected

In the midst of a bright view

Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi

What is it about you that you have been asleep for so long?

In the spring, ten seas roared lowly

……

The wind blows from east to west,

Blowing from the north to the south,

Ignore the night and the dawn

What exactly do you mean by the dawn?

"Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms", "Asian Copper", "Spring, Ten Haizi", these three poems are all works of Haizi, and the Tang and Song dynasties completed them in one go, at this time the hustle and bustle of those prisoners has disappeared, as if they were all brought to a poetic world by the Tang and Song dynasties.

And at this moment, suddenly someone applauded.

Everyone was stunned, and their hearts said, who is this?

Have you lived enough?

Could it be that he is not afraid of the weapons in the hands of the prison guards?

What's the situation?

The crowd turned their heads, and then they were surprised.

"It's the third master!"

"What's the situation?"

"Could it be that the third master also likes poetry?"

"It's troublesome now, it seems that the third master is a little interested in this kid!"

The third master in everyone's mouth is Shen San, one of the three tyrants in this death prison.

He walked towards Tang and Song step by step.

Tang Song was still standing on the table, looking down at the man below who was full of muscles, and couldn't help but swallow and spit at the mouth.

"Hello, I'm Shen San!"

Under everyone's gaze, Shen San actually took the initiative to stretch out his hand to Tang Song, and there was a smile on his face.

The prisoners were stunned.

"What's going on?"

"Third Master, what's wrong?"

"This legendary third master, is he interested in men?"

"This ......"

"Tang Song!" Tang Song jumped down from the table and shook hands with Shen San with a smile.

The prison guards on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and were about to remind Shen San of a few words, but they didn't think that they were looked at by Shen San fiercely, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

"Thirsty, let's go, go to my place and have some coffee to moisten my throat!" Shen San sent out a sincere invitation.

Tang Song shrugged his shoulders and said, "When you say that, I'm really a little thirsty!" ”

So, under the eyes of everyone, Tang Song followed Shen San and left.

"I'm a god, this can go to the third master to drink coffee, and the entire death prison can't exceed five people, it is said that last time there was a kid who went to the wrong place, and was directly punched by the third master, and became a vegetative person!"

"Let's go, let's take a look!"

"See? I have a mother-in-law, what kind of temper this third master has, you don't know, be careful of your two legs, you go, I don't dare to go anyway. ”

"I'm not going either, curiosity kills the cat!"

Tang Song never imagined that there would be such a cave-like place in this death prison. Leather sofas, bookshelves, computers, assorted flowers......

How do he think it's not a prison, but a hotel.

"Here, try this freshly ground coffee!"

Shen San handed Tang Song a cup of coffee, which was very polite.

Tang Song had already had countless questions in his heart, this-could it be that he was defeated by his talent?

Not like!

Is that?

"Do you have a lot of questions in your mind, like why I asked you for coffee?"

Shen San spoke again.

Tang Song nodded, "It's the so-called reactive power." Otherwise, I won't be able to drink steadily! ”

He said in his heart, if you take medicine in the coffee, and then Lao Tzu drinks it, wouldn't it be undisciplined!!

Shen San smiled, and then handed a pink notebook to Tang Song.

"Look at this!"

Tang Song opened the notebook with questions.

He thought that there would be some kind of kung fu secrets recorded in it, or a treasure map or something.

But I never thought that this was not the case!

Silent Night Thoughts

"Near Wine"

……

On this notebook, it turned out to be the works of the Tang and Song dynasties. And it is also purely handwritten, the words are as beautiful as water, and the pen can be seen that the person who writes is extremely serious and full of deep emotions.

"Huh? This- could it be that you are also a Tang fan? Tang Song understands now, no wonder he will make a move, it turns out to be his fan.

Well, there's a response in this. However, how does this word look like it was written by a girl?

Whatever!

Shen San smiled, "Do you think I can write this kind of words?" ”

"You didn't write it?" Tang Song was stunned.

Shen San smiled, "It was my niece who wrote it." ”

"Your niece? Who is it? ”

Tang Song was stunned.

At this moment, there was a commotion, and it was clear that someone was coming.

"Third master, the earth wolf and the northern tiger are here with people. Do you want to call the brothers? ”

Shen San waved his hand, "No, these two things that don't know whether they are dead or alive, just right, they have cleaned them up today!" ”

The three tyrants of the death prison are the Earth Wolf, the Northern Tiger, and Shen San!

Whoa!

The ground wolf and the northern tiger appeared with people.

"Shen San, you don't know the rules of this death prison, right?" The ground wolf said viciously.

He and Beihu have been instructed by the prison warden to cripple this kid, and preferably become mentally ill again.

But he never thought that his own people hadn't made a move yet, so Shen San intervened.

So, the ground wolf and the northern tiger came with men and horses.

Shen San smiled coldly, "The rules are set by people. It's time to change it! ”

Even amateurs like Tang and Song who fought also felt the killing opportunity at this time. However, this is not what he cares about, what he cares more about is who is this Shen San's niece?

Shen San, surnamed Shen?

Could it be that she?

Tang Song's mind saw the figure of a girl appear.