The Shawshank Redemption or Mike Caulfield?

That's a problem.

Geng Chaozhong sat at one end of the cell and began to think about life.

In fact, no matter how you escape from prison, you can't escape these two ways - either go into the sewer like Shawshank or climb over the wall like Michael. According to what Lao Qi said, let yourself go to the junction of Sifang Road and Longkou Road to pry open the sewer, it should be the former.

It's ridiculous that I thought that Lao Qi wanted Liu Zhixun to get out of the prison and hide in the sewer for a while, and then change into the police uniform he provided and sneak out. Now it seems that eighty percent of them still got out of the sewer and changed into police uniforms.

But no matter what, Liu Zhixun should not know who the person sent to pick him up is, let alone how to connect, an important reason is that our party does not fully trust Liu Zhixun - after all, Liu Zhixun has been locked up in old Germany for more than a year, whether there is a defection to the enemy is something that no one knows, in case it is impossible to save people and catch another one, this is something that no one wants to see.

Although Geng Chaozhong figured out Zhu Fatzi's purpose on the way here, there were still several problems in it: first, how to connect with Liu Zhixun and gain the trust of the other party. Second, how to let yourself take the initiative to assist Liu Zhixun in escaping from prison.

If these two problems are not solved, Zhu Fatzi will not be able to solve any problems even if he sends himself to prison.

So, from this point of view, Zhu Fatzi should still have a backhand, but he doesn't know it now. But in any case, Geng Chaozhong can be sure that he must be a key part of it, otherwise he can't explain the reason why Zhu Fatzi went so hard to send himself into old Germany.

Treasure?

Geng Chaozhong has thought clearly now, the matter of the treasure must be true, but whether it has been taken away is another matter, the treasure is just a bait, a erbium who makes himself do things for Zhu Fatzi without hesitation. But is this erbium enough to affect Geng Chaozhong's life? This is something that no one can say badly.

Well, the rest will have to wait.....

Geng Chaozhong stared at the Japanese sitting cross-legged in front of him, and he really couldn't tell whether he was a black old man Rhett or a white gay T-BAG.

Kitagawa Kurasuke was also puzzled, the Chinese opposite had been coming in for half an hour, but he didn't say a word. For more than 20 minutes ago, he was just looking at the window in a daze, but now, he was staring at himself with a wicked smile on his face. It seems that he is not a person, but a funny toy - Kitagawa Kurasuke has changed no less than ten "roommates", and he has never seen such a strange Chinese.

If he hadn't seen the prison guard still hanging around, he would have rushed to clean him up.

Kitagawa Kurasuke is a standard Japanese, about 1.65 meters tall, four or five centimeters long long hairy flat head, beard and big chin, thick limbs, fierce eyes, at first glance, he is the kind of rude man who is very difficult to mess with.

Tilting his head to hear the sound of the prison guard coming downstairs, Kitagawa Kurasuke finally didn't need to control himself.

He stood up with both legs, clenched his fists, made a rattling sound, and looked at Geng Chaozhong with fierce eyes, as if he wanted to give Geng Chaozhong a dismount.

"Man, don't be impulsive, we'll be cellmates in a cell from now on, shouldn't we live in harmony?" Geng Chaozhong shrank back and looked at Kitagawa Kurasuke with a sincere expression.

"I drop, you don't need any cellmates, you Chinese are a bunch of stupid pigs!" You'd better apply for a prison change yourself, or I'll let you know what a real Showa boy is. Kitagawa Kurasuke's face was full of disdain, and he approached Geng Chaozhong step by step.

"It seems that reasoning with you is superfluous." Geng Chaozhong stopped talking nonsense, and slowly stood up from the ground,

"Hehehe....." Kitagawa Kurasuke sneered, forcing Geng Chaozhong into a corner step by step, and then rushed over with a fist.

"It's a fight!"

At the corner of the stairs, two ghostly prison guards squatted in the corner, staring at the iron railing of Tianzi No. 6 room, revealing excited looks.

"I'll bet three minutes this time!" A jailer with a sharp beak looked at his watch.

"I'm betting for more than three minutes, obviously this newcomer is relatively strong, and should be able to hold on for a long time, you're going to lose!" Another thirty-year-old prison guard with a fleshy face and focused eyes made a determined judgment.

"Hehe, the one who came back last time was stronger than this one, and in less than half a minute, he grabbed the iron railing with his hand and shouted for help......" The thin man sneered.

There was a sound of puffing fists to the flesh from room No. 6 of Tianzi, accompanied by a muffled snort of pain, and everyone could hear it, it was the voice of the new young man.

The whole cell was silent, and suddenly, one hand came out of every cell in the corridor, but some of them were fists, some were palms, but there was also one hand, two fingers, and those two fingers were still shaking vigorously, as if they were afraid that the prison guards would not see them.

The fat-faced prison guard hurriedly took out a notebook and a pen, and began to quickly count them on the table that had already been drawn.

Moments later......

A hand stretched out from the iron railing of the No. 6 room in Tianzi and shook it vigorously, and the thin-faced prison guard hurriedly looked at his watch.

One minute and 58 seconds!

"Hahaha!"

The thin-faced prison guard let out an irrepressible laugh, and all the prisoners in the corridor seemed to hear his laughter, so all the hands that gestured with their fists were stretched back, leaving only the hand that gestured with the palm, but the hand that drew the scissors was still waving persistently, quite a little red in the green bushes.

The fat-faced prison guard put away the notebook with a frustrated face, spat on the ground, stood up and walked unhurriedly to the No. 6 room of Tianzi.

"Beichuan, you're guilty again! Tell you, don't think that you are Japanese and can hit people unscrupulously! If you do it again, be careful that Mr. Schultz throws you in a water prison...."

The fat-faced prison guard chattered as he walked, and it seemed that he had said this eight times if not ten times, and he was so familiar that it could flow out of his mouth very naturally without thinking at all.

But when he walked over and looked at Tianzi No. 6 Prison, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, stayed for half a minute, and then turned his head like a fool and shouted to the thin man who was collecting paper cigarettes from one prison to another:

"Don't worry! Hold your horses! You haven't won yet! ”

The thin man still kept collecting paper cigarettes from various cells, and said without raising his head: "Fatty, don't play tricks, this time it's not even two minutes, you can't mix it up." ”

When the fat-faced prison guard heard this, he was anxious, and he banged on the wall with his notebook, glaring and shouting:

"Why don't you come and see it yourself!"

The thin man finally stopped collecting his cigarettes, and Pita Pita came over and looked inside.

"Oh, my dear mother! It's a big upset! ”

The hand waving two fingers shook even more happily.