"Brother Qiang! Brother Qiang! ”

The remaining few subordinates rushed over as if they were dead fathers, as if they were loyally protecting Hei Qiang, but in the face of Li Mengnan, who was close at hand, no one dared to step forward.

Just kidding, the "Five King Kongs" in the cell were all wiped out in one shot, and their own boss was smashed and lying down in less than half a minute, what can they do if they go up? Isn't it for nothing?

Guo Debiao and the others on the other side were also dumbfounded, they just vaguely felt that Li Mengnan should be very capable of fighting, but they didn't expect that this combat power would be directly supernatural, in the face of the siege of six people, they actually solved the battle without injury in less than a minute, where is this fighting, it is completely bullying primary school students!

"I'm rubbing! Hugh hurts my boss, Guo Debiao is here, see which of you dares to move! ”

At this time, if you don't show loyalty, Guo Debiao hurriedly rushed up with ribs and iron heads, and blocked Li Mengnan in front of him, stripped naked to reveal a black and shiny fat body, and a wolf head tattoo with a big bowl mouth on his chest was imposing.

It's that this wolf's head seems to be a little fatter, and his eyes that should have been hideous are supported by the fat body with a sense of obscenity.

At this moment, Hei Qiang, who was surrounded by all his men, slowly opened his eyes.

"Ahh Brother Qiang is awake! Brother Qiang is awake! ”

Several subordinates were pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly surrounded Hei Qiang to help him up, but as soon as he didn't want to let go, Hei Qiang's strong body suddenly fell to the ground again.

"Brother Qiang!"

This can frighten these people, the strength of Hei Qiang's physique is obvious to all, the last time he fought with Lei Ge, another prison bully in the detention center, the two fought against each other without any defense and never fell down after more than a hundred punches, how could they not even stand up after being beaten?

"Alright, stop putting on a show, pack up and go to bed."

Looking at Guo Debiao, who was pretending to be a fox and a fake tiger under his nose, Li Mengnan smiled and scolded and kicked over.

"Boss, he ...... that black power" Guo Debiao was obviously still a little worried.

"It's okay, sleep on yours."

Li Mengnan is not afraid that Hei Qiang will suddenly fight back, and the mental damage is not as simple as the ** injury.

In the case of extreme exhaustion or pain, a person may be able to burst out with incredible strength again through a strong will, but if the spirit is damaged, the body will experience a different loss of performance like a car with low-quality gasoline, or even break down.

Just now, although Hei Qiang's coma lasted only a few dozen seconds, he spent almost a whole day in the world of consciousness, and the first half of the time became a woman who was beaten by a few strong men, and the second half was hung on the gallows to die and live again and again.

This kind of mental injury, even if a strictly trained agent is hit, he has to lose half his life, not to mention Hei Qiang, who is only ** strong, and his will is so weak that he is not as good as an otaku, if there is no professional mental treatment for him, it is estimated that he will not be able to recover in three or five years.

This is the terrible thing about illusionists, they don't bother to inflict any serious damage on their opponents, but constantly abuse the spirit of the opponent and destroy the opponent's will until they completely turn the opponent into a walking corpse with an empty body.

For illusionists, killing the enemy is actually a form of mercy, and letting the enemy live forever is the greatest cruelty.

……

After Hei Qiangyan was frustrated, his original subordinates immediately set up another hill and divided into three small gangs, fighting all day long for the position of the boss.

But no matter how hard these people fought, they all chose to maintain enough awe for Li Mengnan, and even Guo Debiao, who was Li Mengnan's follower, also shook solemnly.

It is impossible for the monitoring equipment in the detention center to be "broken" all the time, Li Mengnan believes that the person behind it has also known the failure of the conspiracy, and before he finds out what happened to Hei Qiang, it is estimated that the other party should not have any small actions against him in a short period of time.

According to the inmates in the same cell, in order to prevent collusion, suspects in detention centers are generally not allowed to contact anyone other than their lawyers, let alone their families, before they appear in court.

Li Mengnan waited for a whole week and didn't wait for any news from outside, and even his request to hire a lawyer was rejected.

At this moment, the old farmer who he had always cared about took the initiative to talk to him during an outdoor wind.

"Young man, can you talk?"

"Oh, Uncle Tian, sit down!" Li Mengnan took the initiative to give up a position to the side, although he had nothing to do with this jealous old man, he still always had a lot of respect, "You actually took the initiative to talk to me, boy, I am really flattered......"

Tian Laogen, the old man, is probably also used to being on the kang, as soon as he sat on his buttocks, he crossed his legs, squinted his eyes and basked in the scattered sunlight cut by barbed wire, smiled plainly, and said: "As the old saying goes, when you meet people, you need to say three points, and you can't throw all of your hearts away...... There can be a few good people locked up in this place, and I have to observe, old man. ”

"Heh, you're always cautious." Li Mengnan didn't care, in fact, he had already noticed that the old man had been staring at him these days, "Then what did you observe?" ”

"Although you kid has a murderous aura, you shouldn't be a bad person." Tian Laogen twisted his beard and affirmed.

"Murderous?" Tian Laogen's words made Li Mengnan a little surprised, "You keep looking away, right?" I've never killed anyone before, so how can I be murderous? ”

"Hehe, I believe you should also see that the old man is a person who practices martial arts, maybe I will be wrong when I look at others, and I will never be wrong when I look at the murderous aura in people......" Seeing that Li Mengnan was about to explain, Tian Laogen waved his hand and interrupted him: "Forget it, everyone has a past that they don't want to mention, and there are indeed some people in this world who should be killed...... That is, now that this society is legal, if it was put in the past, which old and young master would not give a thumbs up and shout if a few scum were killed? ”

Tian Laogen's words made Li Mengnan muttered in his heart.

Murderous aura may sound like a mystery, but in fact, no one knows the essence of this thing better than an illusionist.

The length of the human brain has never been a fixed value, but it is constantly changing with the fluctuation of emotions.

If the brainwave is set to 0 in a state of absolute calm, then the happier and joyful the person, the more positive the brainwave, and the more sad and fearful, the negative the brainwave.

If you want to describe it more vividly, it is the positive energy and negative energy that people often mention nowadays.

Human brainwaves will interfere with each other and assimilate, just like when the people around you are happy, you will be happy, and when the people around you are sad, you will also be depressed.

However, this interference assimilation is temporary, and when it is out of the range of the other person's brain waves, it will gradually return to normal.

However, there is a special situation, that is, when a person dies unnaturally, that is, the so-called "horizontal death".

When a person dies, the unwillingness and resentment in his heart will cause the brain to cast a brain wave that is hundreds of times higher than usual, and the strong negative energy contained in it will change the brain wave of a specific target at a certain time, so that the brain wave will permanently carry a trace of chaotic noise.

This murmur cannot be detected with any instrument, but a person with a keen intuition can detect it in the way of the subconscious sixth sense.

The warriors who often wander between life and death are the best among them, and it is said that the keen ones can even judge the specific number of killings of the opponent based on their murderous aura alone.

Therefore, if Tian Laogen said that the number of people killed by mistake is still excusable, but such a simple judgment as to whether there is murderous energy on his body, Li Mengnan still believes in the other party's statement.

Li Mengnan had already noticed that something seemed to be sealed in his mind by his own old man, so that he would be surprised and surprised, but he had lost the feeling of fear, if what Tian Laogen said was true, then the reason for this faint murderous aura on his body was probably in this seal in his mind.

It's a pity that sealing things is like Li Mengnan's current situation, it is easy to be opened from the outside, but it is wishful thinking to open the door from the inside.

"Okay, let's not talk about that." Tian Laogen knocked the soil on the upper of his shoes and looked at Li Mengnan meaningfully, "I see your method of dealing with Hei Qiang that day, if you guess correctly, you should be a person in the line of illusionists, right?" ”

"Old man, you are really well-informed, but you are wrong about one thing, although the people of the rivers and lakes used to call us illusionists, we generally call ourselves tricksters."

Since this Tian Laogen is the kind of inheritance martial artist, it is not surprising to know the illusionist's existence, even now, before any lineage descendant comes out to walk the rivers and lakes, he must be familiar with the characteristics and rules of each lineage, just in case he encounters any taboo of the other party.

Although in the modern society, where many sects have broken their inheritance, the probability of meeting people in the traditional rivers and lakes is very low, but some things are still well prepared.

"I really don't know that...... I've only seen it in the family's miscellaneous records, saying that you illusionists are the best at punishing the heart, and those who are tricked are not injured all over their bodies, but their hearts are difficult to heal.

Moreover, the elders of the family also specially told him that if he formed a bond with someone in the same vein as you illusionists, if he couldn't kill you as soon as possible, it was best to poke himself in both eyes and ears, otherwise life would be better than death. ”

"Hehe, this is said as if all the people in our vein have become rats crossing the street......"

Li Mengnan had heard the old man say that the people of their lineage had a very bad reputation in the rivers and lakes, but when he heard Tian Laogen's description, he suddenly had a sense of déjà vu of the evil devil in martial arts novels.

"Hehe, although the words don't listen, but it's almost there...... Among our inheritance martial artists, in terms of notoriety, Xiangxi's corpse chasing vein ranks first, the Miao family's Gu poison vein ranks second, and your illusionist vacancie ranks third.

Of course, it's not the same as it used to be, otherwise, according to the rules of the older generation, demons like you will be punished by everyone......"

Tian Laogen pinched his beard and joked, smiling like a chrysanthemum with a wrinkled face.

"Alas, this is all a problem left over from history, a rat poop spoils a pot of soup......"

Li Mengnan sighed helplessly, he also knew that what Tian Laogen said was the truth, don't look at their tricksters have always been low-key, and they basically don't participate in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, but they have always been notorious in the rivers and lakes.

Rebellion is mentioned throughout the ages...... Or now it should be called a peasant revolt, and almost six or seven times out of ten there is the shadow of a trickster, and when it comes to miracles and tricks, there is no one who can play more smoothly than the trickster.

Therefore, if other sects do it again, at most, they will engage in the slaughter of sects in the rivers and lakes, and as long as the trickster starts, it will be the rhythm of the blood of the living beings.

The style of "hidden in the city" of the trickster is also mostly implicated by the scum of these same lines.

"Old man, you've asked me for so long, and I haven't asked you yet...... Which clan do you come from? Li Mengnan asked rhetorically.

"The Yun family of Zhejiang Province, have you heard of it?" Tian Laogen has no intention of concealing it, unless the two sides have a grudge against their families, otherwise it is an unspoken rule for people in the rivers and lakes to report their families when they meet.

Li Mengnan shook his head, there used to be the most martial artists like Tian Laogen in the rivers and lakes, it can be said that in the past, the so-called "rivers and lakes" had at least seven or eight layers supported by this kind of people, it is said that in the heyday, many large and small sect families entered the carp of the river, and it was obviously unrealistic to want to hear all of them.

"The Yun family is a hermit family, and the family style is very traditional, and it can even be said to be old-fashioned and feudal...... I am a member of the Yun family, but I passed away many years ago, and I learned these two crop skills in the Yun family, but I was already a little old when I practiced martial arts, so I only learned some superficial self-defense skills, and the real clan master of the Yun family can beat me ten with one hand. ”

As he spoke, Tian Laogen groped out a yellowed black-and-white photo from his arms, and his eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.

It was a group photo of the three of them, and Tian Laogen looked much younger than he is now, probably only in his forties, and on either side of him were two women with similar faces and beautiful flowers.

This should be Tian Laogen's wife and daughter, right? But is the wife too young, or the daughter too precocious? Why do they look like sisters?

Wait, why do you say it again? Is it really Wu Xia's ageless goblin who harmed it......

Li Mengnan wanted to ask Tian Laogen which one was his wife and which one was his daughter in this photo, but seeing that this old man was crying so sadly, he was embarrassed to poke at the sore spot of others again, so he had to hold back the question that had already reached his lips.

At this moment, the detention center's radio suddenly notified everyone in cell 28, that is, Li Mengnan's cell, to gather in the conversation room, Li Mengnan and Tian Laogen glanced at each other, and each saw a trace of confusion in each other's eyes.

In detention centers, it is common for prison guards to talk to inmates, but such conversations are often one-on-one, and I have never seen such a call to a cell.

After the whole team assembled on the playground, all fifteen people in cell 28 went to the interview room under the supervision of several prison guards.

Two rows of folding chairs were added to the conversation room, which had only two chairs, filling the small room, and a chair was placed directly in front of them, which obviously meant that someone was going to meet them face to face.

"Boss, what did you say would happen if you recruited so many of us this time?" Guo Debiao squeezed around Li Mengnan and asked.

In the past short time, he has adapted well to the role of the dog, and the two words of the boss are becoming more and more smooth.

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be a notice to clean."

For some reason, Li Mengnan suddenly had a hunch that this abnormal group conversation might have something to do with him.

Li Mengnan quickly confirmed this conjecture, because the person who opened the door and walked into the conversation room was none other than the otaku uncle of the HX Research Institute who had recruited him not long ago, Euonymus.

This strange uncle's dress is still like that, and he has no consciousness of wearing formal clothes on Yan Sù occasions at all, and the cartoon pattern jacket with bells and whistles dresses himself like a red envelope for the New Year, which attracted the attention of everyone present as soon as he came in.

"When I was a student, what I hated the most was that the school leaders on the stage would chatter endlessly as soon as they had a meeting, and they could talk for hours on both useful and useless ...... You people don't have much time left, so I won't waste your time. ”

After a rather direct and harsh opening sentence with a strong sense of sarcasm, Euonymus took out fifteen copies of the text from his briefcase, handed them to a prisoner in the front row, and motioned for him to pass them on one by one.

"Let's get straight to the point, I'm a researcher affiliated with a scientific research institution, and now our institute has a very important research project, and I want to recruit a group of volunteers from you."

Everyone present did not say a word, but read the thin explanatory text in their hands intently.

Li Mengnan also read the entire article from beginning to end, word by word, and the content was actually like what Wei Mao said, the HX Research Institute wanted to recruit a group of volunteers for a certain scientific research project, but the specific project was not mentioned.

After a while, someone finally started to ask, and one of the prisoners raised his hand and said, "I want to ask, is it true that the sentence will be commuted according to the contribution of volunteers in the research, and even the death penalty can be turned into immediate release?" How can you guarantee that? ”

The corners of his mouth curled up, smiled disdainfully, and said, "You just need to sign this document and see if I can take you out, don't you know?" ”

There was immediately a slight commotion among the prisoners below.

As said, the fact that the other side can now sit here and talk nonsense about them is a testament in itself.

"Then can I ask, this article says that the research project is dangerous, and it cannot be ruled out that there will be the death of volunteers, what is the probability of this death?" Some of the prisoners raised their hands to ask questions.

"Fifty percent." Euonymus smiled and slapped it.

Many of the prisoners present already had eager expressions on their faces, and half of the chance of survival was enough for them to gamble.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm talking about fifty percent -- either survive or die, there's no in-between."