Liu Ming woke up very early and woke up on time at this point every day. His life has always been like this, very regular.

In the morning, a tattoo brought a nutritious and hearty breakfast, and a copy of "Tattoo Interpretation", which is not thick, but the contents are completely handwritten.

Wen Shi told Liu Ming that this book was written by Lord Zongbai himself, and it is very helpful to him now.

Liu Ming's tattoo is very different from the tattoo of the tattooer, which also determines that he still has a lot of room to rise. If you want to become a real prison envoy, strength is indispensable, and it is a necessary basic condition.

Although he received the prison envoy precept and became a deputy prison envoy. But Liu Ming's heart was not so happy and excited, on the contrary, he was a little lost.

Traditionally, every newly promoted prison envoy would be given a precept or something else by the Emperor himself. As the protector of the prison emperor, the prison envoy has the right to meet the prison emperor directly.

But this time, he was not received by the Prison Emperor. Moreover, even Lord Zongbai was not guarding the Prison Emperor's side, which made him puzzled in his heart, and he had a strange feeling.

Soon after breakfast, Liu Ming began the day's prayers.

Now that he has become a veritable deputy prison envoy, he feels that his responsibilities are greater and his burden is heavier. He waited until the prayer was over before he followed the car out of the base. As for the tattoo on Tang Yulan's body, he had already handed it over to the prison envoy, so naturally he didn't have to think about it himself.

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Tang Yulan ate two more breakfasts, one was what he deserved, and the other was a bet to win Zhao Guangli.

"Before you make a decision, you must think about the losses you will bear." Tang Yulan stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth.

"Hmph." Zhao Guang parted too much, ignoring Tang Yulan, but his stomach couldn't help but gurgle.

"Lao Zhao, do you want to eat some?" Gao Shan Kui handed over a steamed bun.

"Don't eat it." Zhao Guangli said stubbornly.

"Old Zhao Wow! Look how old you are, and you're still stubborn like a child! Gao Shankui threw an extra steamed bun to Tang Yulan and said, "Brother, you have a lot of food, eat more!" Don't look at Lao Zhao's stubborn temper and a bit of a petty family, in fact, he is quite good. ”

Zhao Guangli shouted: "You are only a little child, and you will give me three steamed buns yesterday." ”

Gao Shankui patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Look, I was right just now." ”

The laughter of several people around them, and watching the two of them fight every day has become the most enjoyable thing for them in prison.

Tang Yulan chewed on the steamed buns, but his eyes were looking around, and he was still calculating the time of the prison tattoo soldier's patrol in his heart, from the time he woke up to the present, the prison tattoo soldier patrolled three times in an hour, the first trip had three prison tattoos, the second trip had two, and the third trip had four. There are also intervals in time.

If you want to thoroughly find out whether there is any pattern in their patrols, it will take a while to observe slowly.

As they walked by, Tang Yulan lowered his head and quietly observed the soles of their shoes, some of the soles of the prison tattoos were clean, while the soles of some of the prison tattoos were wet. This means that they have been to different places, and it is difficult to guess what exactly they are.

"Hey, why did he fall asleep today?" Gao Shankui leaned over to the fence, pointed to the cage opposite, and whispered, "Since he was tattooed, he hasn't slept for several days. ”

"Really?" Tang Yulan looked at Liu Tainan opposite, only to see that his eyes were closed, and his eyebrows were still a little furrowed, but he was indeed asleep.

Gao Shankui looked left and right and said, "Brother, you don't know this." When he first arrived, he was carefully guarded by the prison guards, and he still had a large chain on his body, and his eyes were like angry lions, which was very intimidating. If an ordinary person was injured like him, he would probably have died a long time ago! ”

Tang Yulan looked at Liu Tainan carefully, originally, he thought that kneading the acupuncture points would not help much to alleviate the conflict between the tattoo and himself, after all, kneading is not acupuncture. Now this Liu Tainan may be because of the long-term practice of martial arts, the finger power can reach the acupuncture points, so those acupuncture points are kneaded, is it helpful to rub the acupoints to alleviate the conflict between the tattoo and himself? Or, was Yoo Tai-nam too tired to fall asleep? Tang Yulan was thinking.

A man with short hair and a flat nose came over, smiled at Tang Yulan kindly, and said, "Brother Tang, you said that you would escape with us, do you have any plans now?" ”

"Shhhh Whisper. Gao Shankui knocked him on the head, glared and said, "Didn't you see the prison tattoo soldier coming over, you idiot, you want to kill everyone?" ”

Flat-nosed innocently touched his head, shrunk his neck, and said, "Hug ...... Sorry, I didn't see that. ”

There were cage prisoners being released over there, and the prison tattoo was so close to them that the man didn't notice.

Several people sat together, and even Zhao Guangli turned his head to look at Tang Yulan, revealing an inquiring look.

Tang Yulan whispered: "It's not time yet, wait until I take a good look." ”

"It's very strange today, why is it this time, those tattoo men outside haven't come to arrest people yet!" Gao Shan Kui scratched his head.

Tang Yulan asked, "They often arrest people to study in the past?" ”

As soon as the words fell, only a "bang" was heard, and the door of the prison was opened from the outside.

A middle-aged man in a white lab coat with thick spectacle lenses walked in slowly. Several Prison Scribes followed.

The middle-aged man held the computer book in his hand, lifted the frame of his glasses, walked down the stairs with vague steps, and walked towards the place where Tang Yulan was.

"These abominable scientists!" Zhao Guangli gritted his teeth and scolded: "They are all minions of hell, how could we be tortured like this without them doing random experiments!" ”

The middle-aged man walked in slowly, and there was no sound in the cage.

The middle-aged man had a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and white hair on his temples, when he walked over, he glanced at Tang Yulan, and then came to the cage next to him, pointed at Zhao Guangli, and said condescendingly: "Hey, stretch out your arms!" ”

The eyes of several prison tattoo soldiers were cold, as if Zhao Guangli did not do so, and would go up and tear him to pieces.

"Look! See! See! Lao Tzu let you see enough! Zhao Guangli gritted his teeth and stretched out his thin right arm.

The middle-aged man pinched his arm, sighed, and said, "The muscles are almost necrotic, and the experiment has basically failed!" ”

Then, the middle-aged man then made a note of several people and walked inside.

Waiting for them to gradually move away, Gao Shan Kui sighed: "Alas, there are no human rights here, I feel like a gorilla in captivity!" Kill the guinea pig. ”

Several people talked and sighed one after another.

Some people are reminiscing about the glorious deeds of the past, and some people are thinking about tomorrow, not knowing what tomorrow will be.

Just as they were whispering and talking, a shrill siren suddenly sounded.

Tang Yulan heard it, and not far away came the nervous shouts of the prison tattoo soldier: "Oh no......"

A prison soldier with a gun ran quickly in front of him, and the entire cell was suddenly filled with all kinds of chaotic sounds.

"Come here, look!" Gao Shankui pointed into the distance.

Tang Yulan's side is relatively close to the exit, and if someone wants to escape, they must pass by them.

Many of the prisoners clenched their fists and poked their heads out to look nervously, each of them thinking about leaving this place as soon as possible, and if anyone managed to escape, it would naturally be an encouragement to these prisoners.

Liu Tainan opened his eyes, glanced at them, and then closed his eyes again and fell asleep, he seemed indifferent to this qiē.

The voice sounded closer.

"It's Wu Lianlong!" Gao Shankui exclaimed.

"Didn't he get badly injured last night? Is it all pretended? Zhao Guangli said, his eyes on Tang Yulan. He suddenly felt that these bandages on Tang Yulan's body were also deliberately made, otherwise how could he defeat those tattoos lightly. There was a hint of disdain for Tang Yulan in his eyes.

The tattoo recorder went over to observe Wu Lianlong, just in time for Wu Lianlong and the cage door on their side opened.

If you continue to stay here, you can only be slowly tortured to death by them, escape, maybe you can't live, but maybe there is a glimmer of hope to live in the darkness? Wu Lianlong had the idea of escaping.

Originally, there were a few tattoo guards to take care of it, and there would be no big mess, but this tattoo recorder spoke contemptuously and said a few extremely insulting words. He thinks that these people are just test subjects, and he is superior to others, so he doesn't need to respect them at all, and insults them at will.

In this way, Wu Lianlong was annoyed, and took advantage of the tattoo man's inattention, and suddenly became difficult, and took the tattoo recorder in his hand. The escort of the tattoo recorder slowly walked towards the door.

The tattoo door throws a bogey, step by step back.

After a while, they arrived in front of the cage of Tang Yulan and others.

"Useless stuff! Yelling, yelling! A voice exploded like thunder.

Tang Yulan's eyesight and hearing were much better than ordinary people, he looked through the gap in the fence, saw that the prison tattoo chief had a gloomy face, he shouted, and walked from the corridor of the cage towards the place of commotion.

A prison tattoo creased nervously ran over and said, "Prison tattoo chief, a prisoner has kidnapped the tattooed observer...... Right now...... It's already surrounded! ”

The prison tattoo chief frowned, and said coldly: "Hmph, just this bit of, you guys also deserve to sound the alarm?" It's off right away, and it's annoying to listen to! Then, in a rage, he walked towards the place where the commotion was raging.

"Get out of the way, or Lao Tzu will kill him!" Wu Lianlong was covered in blood and threatened loudly.

The tattoos did not dare to shoot, but because of their excitement, the tattoos on their bodies became thick and looked very weird.

"Let him go, and you can go back to the cage!" The Prison Tattoo Chief's tone was grim, and he walked over quickly, pushing away the tattoo in front of him, his face was cold and almost frozen.