Through the city gate, there is a towering city wall in front of it, and a city gate stands again, just like the city within the city in the ancient city government building, although the style is strange, which makes people feel less comfortable, but the structure of the city gate and the city gate can prevent both the inside and the outside, which is an extremely tight construction method.

Through the second city gate, the appearance of Chixiang Prison was truly displayed in front of Di Cheng and others. First of all, it is a large* field with an area of nearly three football fields, but there is nothing on it except for broken cement slabs and messy grass, and it looks empty, desolate and deserted. Looking ahead, there is a gravel road directly in front of the field and on the edges of the left and right sides, leading to three red iron gates that are three meters high and five meters wide.

It's just that the iron gate is too tight, and the stone wall that surrounds it is too tall to see the scene.

"It's so heavily guarded, no wonder you dare to call yourself a penal colony." Di Cheng looked at the dense sniper points, watchtowers, and heavy machine gun firing pads on the towering city wall with emotion. The tall walls are as smooth as a knife and stand straight upright, and to climb out of these ten meters high walls is tantamount to a fool's dream.

What's more, there are also teams of running and patrolling soldiers on the edge of the field, these guys are all loaded with ammunition, and if something goes wrong, they have the right to shoot immediately without asking for instructions.

"After entering their respective prison areas, first maintain restraint, don't act rashly, and don't deliberately ask for the news of Monk Hua, and wait for us to stabilize before acting in unison." Di Cheng reminded Yang Jing in a low voice.

"But if someone provokes, I can't restrain myself?" After Yang Jing nodded, he lowered his voice again.

"Simple, deterred by force." The corners of Di Cheng's mouth hooked obliquely.

"Hey, hey, understood." Yang Jing twisted his neck, and his smile was a little hideous.

The group slowly separated, the decadent man Jin Xuan and the two men walked straight forward, the only woman Yu Fengxia walked to the right, and Di Cheng and most of the others walked to the left.

"These people are very honest." The sergeant in front of the iron gate looked at the documents and said casually.

"Honest? Can an honest man come here? The officer in charge of the escort glanced at Di Cheng and the others, and sneered.

"Hehe, that's right. Okay, let's go in, let them slowly understand the rules of the iron prison by themselves, and I don't bother to say it. The man nodded to the rest of the guards, and the five-locked iron door was slowly pushed open.

Looking at the door that was pushed open with great difficulty, many people grinned secretly, this thickness must be at least twenty centimeters! TMD safes are not so closed as yours!

Through the thick wall and entering this so-called "iron prison", the scene in front of him made everyone, including Di Cheng, stunned.

Is this called a prison? There were no prison buildings, no ropeway, and there were one after another ...... appeared in front of them. Yard.

As far as the eye can see, there are thirteen courtyards built side by side in the huge open space, and each courtyard is about four or five meters apart. The courtyard is the same size, all of them are fifty or sixty meters square, built in the open air, on three sides are towering stone walls crawling with hideous wires, and on one side is a large iron fence two fingers thick, thick and hideous, like the hideous huge mouth of an ancient beast, quietly waiting for one prisoner after another to go to the mouth.

Standing outside, you can clearly see the scene inside, there is no hideous rage, no roaring and scolding, and no blood and gloom. As the sun shone down, more than 100 ragged prisoners huddled in the corners of the courtyard with their knees huddled. Iron cables poked out of the walls, one end connected to the courtyard wall, the other wrapped around their limbs and necks, chaining the prisoners who were hovering on the verge of death like dogs.

Every courtyard was silent, not even breathing, and there was no green such as weeds, which contrasted sharply with the emerald green scene outside the city walls. The people in the courtyard were all huddled there like dead bodies, almost all in the same position, motionless, not even Di Cheng and their arrival, not even one of them raised their heads to look at them.

"Zhou Fanshan, the third compound from the left, follow me." A sergeant shoved the big man at the front and led him to the left.

"Gong Fengbing, the fourth compound, follow me."

"Dahan, Iron Supervisor, Fifth Compound."

"Yaya, Iron Prison, Sixth Compound."

"Di Cheng, Iron Supervisor, Seventh Compound."

"Yang Jing, Iron Supervisor, Eighth Compound."

The soldiers around them took Di Cheng and they walked towards the courtyard like creeping beasts, crunch, the iron door opened, without waiting for the sergeant to urge, Di Cheng stepped in, but before entering, the corner of his eye glanced to the right, just as the long-haired man and the glasses man also turned to him, and the dim eyes flashed at the same time, especially the long-haired man, two cold eyes revealed in his long hair, as if the beast was prying before predation.

"This is where you live, usually be obedient to me, be honest." The sergeant pulled out an idle * chain from the wall, and there were five sections of chains at the end, which were tied to Di Cheng's hands, feet and neck. Perhaps seeing that Di Cheng was honest and handsome, the sergeant did not disobey him too much, but simply reprimanded him a few words and left the compound.

Shaking the chain on his body, Di Cheng also sat in the corner of the wall like the prisoners around, a chain, a piece of land, it turned out to be a residence, no bed, no quilt, and the top of the head was empty, if there was wind and rain or heavy snow, the situation could be imagined.

looked at the prisoners on the left and right, their clothes were tattered, dirty, their hair was long and yellow, like a bunch of weeds buckled on their heads, how miserable and miserable they looked, but Di Cheng had no mercy. First, he was not a good man who was merciful to the people, and his hands were full of blood; Second, whoever can come here is not a poor and evil person, and the suffering he suffers now can be regarded as atonement for his original sins.

But looking at it, Di Cheng suddenly found that there were adobe houses of about thirty or forty square meters in the left and right corners of the compound, the house had no windows, only a doorway without a door panel in front of it, and the dim light was faintly flickering inside.

To Di Cheng's surprise, he actually heard it from the adobe house on the left...... Suppressed woman moaning?!

Although he hasn't been in contact with many women, let alone had any passionate nights, this kind of voice can be clear to a man, it's the voice of *!

Hey, Di Chengle is happy, just now I was feeling the misery of the life of these death row inmates, just locked by the wall so miserably, let the wind and rain blow, but there was ...... in there Still playing a passionate scene?

This is a bit too big a gap, Chixiang Prison's trick is really amazing, men have needs, they can't vent for several years, they are all uncomfortable, but the passion is being staged inside the wall!

Elbowing against the prisoner on his right, Di Cheng asked, "Who lives there?" How can there still be women to serve. ”

The prisoner didn't raise his eyelids, but said in a soft voice: "Give me a nest head, and I'll tell you everything you want to know." ”

"Wotou? But I didn't bring anything. ”

"Someone will come tomorrow to share the meal, and when the time comes, you just have to give me a nest head, and I will tell you everything you want to know." The prisoner spoke very simply, as if it would be a waste of energy to say one more word.

"Yes, it's easy, you can give both." Di Cheng did not doubt that he had him, and readily agreed. After all, in this kind of prison, everyone will tell strangers things for no reason, and the exchange of interests is normal.

"No, one will do." The prisoner's tone was still neither light nor serious.

"Is that something about now?"

"When to give me a nest head, when to tell you what you want to know, fair exchange. Wait, I'll tell you tomorrow. ”

Frowning slightly, Di Cheng said: "I am a talker, just a nest, and I will tell you tomorrow." ”

"Talking? It's been a long time since I've heard such a funny joke. The prisoner sneered.

The bodies of many prisoners nearby shook slightly, and although they didn't make a sound, they were sneering. Here, the truth is only two words, survival!

Good faith? Talking counts? What a joke indeed!

His gaze swept over these chain-torn prisoners, Di Cheng's brows gradually relaxed, and he understood the meaning behind this sneer, survival, only survival, is the only melody here!

sighed in his heart, he no longer insisted on it, tomorrow will be tomorrow, and he is not in a hurry.

However, the relatively sturdy prisoner on his left raised his eyes, looked Di Cheng's "thin" body and "delicate" appearance up and down through his messy hair, and slowly sat up straight. "Little one, I can tell you right now, but you have to give me two things."

"What?" Di Cheng raised his eyes and looked at him.

"Give me a nest tomorrow when you divide the meal, and give me this dress of yours."