At night, Dong Jue lay down in his clothes, breathing evenly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

In the class room, the guards drank a lot of wine at night, and they all lay on the table and snored. Suddenly, one of them quietly raised his head, and in the dim light of the oil lamp, it looked a little strange.

He stood up, pushed his colleagues around him, and when he saw that there was no response, he pushed the next one again, and pushed them one by one, and after seeing that they were all sleeping very deeply, he stood up with confidence.

Turning his head to look at the dark passageway, the man gave up the oil lamp and walked deeper into the cell with his waist knife.

His steps were very light, but in this quiet cell where the sound of a needle could be heard when it landed, the sound of the clear footsteps was particularly terrifying.

Along the way, nothing happened, and all the prisoners fell to the cell floor, sleeping as if they were dead.

The jailer walked quickly to the deepest part of the cell, by Dong Hui's cell door.

Through the dim light in the distance, he vaguely saw a person lying on the ground, and the sound of steady breathing made him sure that his target was there.

Tightening the knife in his hand, he tapped the cell door, "Hey! Summoned by adults, hurry out. ”

Seeing that the people inside did not react, he breathed a sigh of relief and softly unlocked the door.

Murder, as long as it is not a street cut, even if it is a veteran, it is bound to be cautious and cautious to establish himself in an invincible position first, and do this kind of high-risk work, so as not to leave hidden dangers for himself and his family.

No matter how high the return on this transaction is, it must be spent on life.

stepped forward and kicked Dong Jue's head, the jailer took a sip, and then squatted down and began to work.

After a while, Dong Jue was stripped of a bare pig, and the only prison uniform on his body to cover his shame was pulled by the jailer in his hand and finally twisted into a long cloth rope.

One end of the long rope was thrown over the beam, and then tied together with the end in his hand, and a beautiful special equipment for hanging was completed.

The next step, as long as you stuff the unconscious Dong Hao's head into it and hang it up, everything will be done. Dong Jue, who was overturned by drugs, will be strangled to death peacefully unconsciously.

The jailer took out a 'suicide note' written in blood from his arms and put it on the ground, and then stepped forward to resist Dong Jue's body.

This is clearly an elaborate case of murder in a closed room, and although its idea is not necessarily original, it is simple and practical.

As long as the jailer locks the door afterwards and goes back to pour a stomach of wine, tomorrow, this matter will not be found on his head, everyone will only think that Dong Hui committed suicide due to torture and fear of crime, and the handwriting on the 'suicide note' is Dong Hui's 'handwriting'.

The jailer felt that a happy life had beckoned to him again, and after this vote, he could go back to his hometown to get married, and then live a happy life with Erniu. Thinking of this, even if he was tired and sweating profusely against a big man of one hundred and twenty or thirty pounds, he still felt beautiful in his heart.

Dong Hao is eight feet long, a man of one meter eight, even if he is thin, he weighs one hundred and twenty or thirty pounds. And he is not a hard piece of wood, but a living man who can bend.

The somewhat tall rope that was tied in order to accommodate his height became an obstacle for the jailer, and it was not an easy task for him to lift Dong Jue, who was half a head taller than himself, high.

Just when the jailer was sweating hard and using the power of the wilderness, and was about to succeed, suddenly the person in his arms moved, and a strong force attacked his crotch with lightning speed.

Touch! It was as if something was breaking.

The jailer's eyes widened violently, and the severe pain made him unable to hold on, so he lost the person in his arms, and threw himself on the ground and bowed into a shrimp, not daring to move for a long time.

Dong Jue stood up with the railing behind him, and took advantage of the spasm of the jailer's body to possess and pull out his waist knife. Although he is not a decisive person, he has never killed anyone in his past and present lives. But the person in front of him is going to kill himself, and the timeliness of the restricted skill of 'sweeping egg legs' is generally not too long, do you have to wait for him to recover and use Kong Chengren and Meng Yue to influence him? Don't be silly.

The waist knife was in hand, and a familiar feeling came to mind, although the shape of this knife was different from the prison knife, and it was not very suitable, but with the knife in hand, Dong Hao had an inexplicable self-confidence in his heart.

This is the consciousness and self-cultivation of a half-star general, and it has nothing to do with the expansion of self-feeling, well, yes.

With a knife in his hand, Dong Jue looked at the jailer struggling on the ground unhurriedly, and made a comment in his heart on the speed and landing point of the kick just now.

'It's almost time to play in the Chinese Super League, no problem. ’

After a few minutes, the jailer finally relented, and he stood up with his back against the wall, propped himself up on the ground.

This is also a well-known man, although he unconsciously betrayed him with his legs, but the resolute expression on his face still made Dong Jue respect him.

This does not seem to be a shameful assassin, but a fearless class warrior in general.

The assassination failed and turned into a strong attack, and a trace of regret flashed on the jailer's face, which was immediately replaced by a look of determination.

"Yo, Che Ke is noisy, don't be nervous," Dong Jue stood nonchalantly, holding the waist knife in his hand casually, looking without a sense of threat, "The night is long, since you have no intention of sleeping, brother, why don't we talk about it, I'll tell you an interesting story about my youth, and you tell me the story behind you, okay?" ”

"Humph!" The jailer snorted, saying that he disdained to talk to Dong Hao, a little Dong thief, and that breathing the same air would make him feel ashamed.

"You're not fun, everyone is raised by your father, you also have family, right, you also have friends, right, there is also a long-haired and powdered person who is waiting for you to go back to your hometown to get married after this vote, right? Think about them, you should tell you what you know, and then I'll continue to be my prison, and you leave overnight and fly away. Such a happy ending is not a happy ending. Agree with you and nod, it's impossible for you to say that I won't let you go, everyone is reasonable......"

"Shut up!" The jailer frowned and interrupted Dong Hao's broken thoughts, even if he couldn't marry the second girl, "Dong thief controls the government and does misdeeds, everyone gets it and punishes it, and the big one can't be killed, and today I will fight for my Wang Tiezhu's life, and I will send you, the little Dong thief, on the road first." ”

"Little Dong thief? I? Are you kidding? Dong Hao wanted to cry without tears, "Don't you know how I got into this prison?" We're obviously one country, okay? ”

"It doesn't matter if you say it's right or wrong, I just have to carry out the order and die!"

The jailer let out a loud shout, leaned against the wall, and pounced on Dong Jue like a black beast.

The speed was so fast that Dong Jue almost didn't react, so he could only dodge the jailer's attack by rolling on a donkey in a hurry, and he got up in shock and didn't stand firmly, but he saw the jailer turn around smoothly and pounced on him again.

'Wang Tiezhu? Is it a military general who has left a name in history, take the card! Why is it faster than even a half-star general like me? ’

The speed is weak, and there is no way to avoid it at this time, Dong Hao palmed his hand, the waist knife was unsheathed, and a gray aura slowly emerged on the blade.