At night, the door of the cage was not opened, and the food was brought by the scribes.

According to Gao Shankui, in this prison, the doors of the cages are open at different times, and the prisoners can move freely in a limited area and freely access the toilets in the corridors.

With limited time to do and a prison guard on the side, nothing happens in the near future.

Although it is more troublesome for the prisoners to move in groups, it can relieve a lot of pressure on the management of the prison tattoos.

Zhao Guangli was a man of his word, and gave all his food to Tang Yulan.

Tang Yulan accepted it politely at all, and stuffed all the bland meals into his stomach in three or two.

In addition to a small amount of water, steamed buns and pickle gnocchi are distributed at night in prison. There is no nutrition at all, and I still feel a little unfulfilled after eating. He couldn't help but curse in his heart, this little thing was not enough to stuff his teeth.

Gao Shankui saw Zhao Guangli sitting alone in front of the bed, drooping his face and not speaking, leaned over and said, "Come, Lao Zhao, eat together!" I just happened to return your three steamed buns. ”

"I'm not hungry!" Zhao Guangli held his breath and didn't eat a mouthful of food.

After turning off the lights at night, although there was no wind, the prison was damp, and the cold air penetrated directly through the skin and flesh and penetrated deep into the bone marrow, which was very uncomfortable.

Tang Yulan's single cage was quite clean, with two quilts on the narrow and low wooden planks on the floor, but the quilt was damp and had a strong musty smell, and after covering the body, the quilt stuck to the skin, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

This kind of environment is not the most difficult for Tang Yulan, he naturally lies on the bed and does not feel uncomfortable.

Gao Shankui looked at Tang Yulan a lot in his heart, thinking that when he came in, he couldn't sleep at all for the first three days.

Tang Yulan asked Gao Shankui and the others about the situation here, and chatted for an hour unconsciously.

As for the base of hell, Tang Yulan Tongguò's own observations and inquiries can be regarded as having a preliminary understanding.

Hell is held separately according to the identity of the prisoner. The status is different, and the level of detention is also different.

When Tang Yulan first came in, the prisoners he saw were the most ordinary, they were arrested to do low-grade tattoos or drugs, and nine times out of ten they died in the real yàn.

Even after death, these people do not rest in peace, and their tattooed skin is stripped off and placed on a vessel or test bench for re-study.

The place where Tang Yulan is now is the highest level of prison, and the prisoners in it are all famous masters in the outside world, and they all have kung fu that is not weak.

These people are also very cautious when they do real things to them in hell. Tattoos are much more complicated than those of ordinary tattooers.

Quite a few people were taken into practice and never returned. Takayama deduced that they had either been successfully brainwashed by Hell or had died.

From the first day they were caught, they were sued. There are only two ways out, one is death, which is very easy. The other is that you can successfully adapt to tattoos in the real yàn, and after being brainwashed by the hell organization, you are willing to work for hell for the rest of your life, and you may become a tattoo chief or a ghost.

However, it is very difficult to pretend to take refuge and deceive hell. The consequences are equally terrifying.

As they chatted, several beams of light shot out.

The Prison Tattoo Warrior took a flashlight and began his patrol.

Gao Shankui made a silent gesture at Tang Yulan, and the others also stopped talking.

Several prison guards stood in front of Tang Yulan's cell door and whispered a few words before turning to leave.

Tang Yulan's sense of hearing was very keen, and he heard the words of several prison tattoo soldiers clearly.

The prison tattoo priest received an order from his superiors to take him to the real yàn room tomorrow, and his words were gloating. Today, Tang Yulan made them suffer, and what made the prison tattoo man very proud was to wait for Tang Yulan to come back from the real room, and take this opportunity to take revenge on him.

After the prison tattoo soldier left, Tang Yulan turned his head to see that Gao Shankui and the others were already asleep. He heard a small voice coming from the other side.

Sit up and listen. It was the faint moan that came out of Yoo Tai Nam in the cage opposite. During the day, he gritted his teeth and was reluctant to make any sound. But at night, the cold air hit people, and finally I couldn't stand it anymore.

Even so, the voice still sounded very slight, and if it weren't for Tang Yulan's amazing ear power, he would never have noticed it.

"Is it cold?" Tang Yulan asked softly.

The moaning suddenly stopped.

After a few seconds, the weak voice in the darkness came intermittently: "I'm sorry...... Disturb to, to...... You're resting...... Tattoos are good...... Sizzle...... It's uncomfortable! ”

"How are you feeling right now?"

"Sizzle...... Ice skates...... Cutting, cutting the skin, flesh...... Sizzle......"

"It could be caused by the tattoo and your muscles and veins." Tang Yulan kept rubbing his chin with his right hand, changing from a sitting position to a standing position, and then pacing back and forth in the narrow cage.

There was no sound on the other side, but Tang Yulan felt that Liu Tainan was holding himself patient. He closed his eyes and struggled to remember. It's a pity that the sloppy old man didn't tell him how to solve the problem of tattoos and physical conflicts. His tattoo was sloppy and sloppy after careful preparation, and it took a lot of energy to tattoo it, of course, there are no such problems.

"Is there really no way to solve it?" Tang Yulan stopped, rubbed his forehead, and said, "Yes, you try to rub the big vertebral acupoint, this acupuncture point is used to balance nutrition and regulate yin and yang." There are also Hegu Cave and Zusanli. These two acupuncture points play a key role in the smooth flow of meridians, and the most important thing is that they can also improve the ability to withstand cold and reconcile qi and blood. "Tattoos are originally meant to stimulate the body's acupuncture points to stimulate their potential, and rubbing the acupuncture points to dredge the meridians must have helped somewhat.

Liu Tainan immediately replied, "Thank you...... I'll try ......" He is proficient in Bajiquan, Wuxing Boxing and Wing Chun, and he also has some understanding of the body's acupuncture points, and it is easy to touch the position of the acupuncture points.

Liu Tainan pressed the big vertebral acupoint, and suddenly felt a steel needle pierced into the spine, the pain was unbearable, and he couldn't help but let out an "ah".

"Does it hurt more? You try other acupuncture points. Tang Yulan asked.

"It hurts...... Friend...... Thank you so much...... Rest early...... I'm fine! Liu Tainan gritted his teeth and said.

Tang Yulan continued: "If it hurts, it doesn't work, and if it hurts, it doesn't work." Just keep kneading! ”

"Good...... I'll give it a try......" Yoo Tai-nam said, and gradually lost his voice.

Tang Yulan lay back on the bed, and as soon as he closed his eyes, there was a sudden commotion in the distance. Many prisoners woke up from their dreams.

Tang Yulan heard it, the prison tattoo soldier reprimanded and scolded angrily, and the prisoner's painful wail!