Zhan Xia Ge finally knows what it means to "serve water and soil" in the detention center, and it is definitely not as simple as being beaten. He, a newcomer who has no connections or power in Shanghai, is, in the jargon here, an out-and-out "plate oil".

The prisoner who could sleep on the bunk, lying there on his back in all directions, occupying the most positions, with the thickest bedding under his body and a scar on his face, was a frequent visitor to the detention cell, and he had the largest fist here, and once had a "brilliant" record of injuring people with a knife and being imprisoned for four years, and deservedly became the "big oil" in the cell. And the person who can sleep next to him is the "second oil" in this detention cell.

"Big Oil" squinted at the battle hero song, and suddenly said: "Light a fire!" ”

Before Zhan Xia Ge could understand the meaning of this sentence, the two prisoners lying in the aisle got up and began to get busy, one of them lifted the futon, and somewhere found half of the cigarette that had been smoked, carefully took out the tobacco in this half of the cigarette, mixed it with some cigarette ash, and used a note two fingers wide, cut out from the newspaper, and rolled it into a cannon-barrel-shaped "cigarette" with his hands and feet. ”

Another prisoner mixed a pinch of cigarette ash with a little washing powder, and also wrapped a strip of paper cut out of newspaper into a spindle-shaped, and rubbed the sole of a cloth shoe back and forth vigorously, rubbed it more than 20 times, and vigorously dragged the spindle-shaped paper bag, and carefully blew a few breaths inside.

There is such an ingredient as "scales" in the inferior laundry detergent, who would have thought that in the detention center, it would become an accelerant for prisoners to use friction to make fire?

After taking a deep breath, Big Oil closed his eyes, and after a long while, he opened his mouth and spat out the smoke that he couldn't tell what it tasted like, and had turned around in his lungs a few times. A small smoke ring then billows and rises in this not free space.

Zhan Xia Ge couldn't help frowning, but the few people around "Big Oil" smelled like this, and their faces showed greedy longing together. A prisoner stood in the doorway of the cell, borrowing a mirror in his hand, carefully monitoring the corridor and sniffing vigorously. In military jargon, this man is in the role of an observer.

After a few puffs, "Big Oil" handed the half-smoked cigarette roll in his hand to the "Second Oil" beside him, so that it was passed down in turn, and when the unique cigarette roll was passed to the prisoner who was responsible for lighting the fire with cigarette ash and laundry detergent just now, it was obvious that he was undernourished and stunted when he was a child, and it looked like a child's prisoner, this cigarette was only left with a cigarette butt less than two centimeters long. He was a thin, small prisoner, apparently a regular smoker of this cigarette butt, and appeared to be well trained, and he used two small twigs plucked from a broom, caught the cigarette butt, and then carefully put his mouth over, and the smell of slightly burnt flesh wafted through the air. In such a harsh environment, smoking such a "cigarette", the thin prisoner's face actually raised a smile of satisfaction that the war hero song could not understand at all.

The ash left behind after smoking such a special cigarette roll was carefully preserved by the prisoners, and it is estimated that it will be used as a raw material for the next use.

After smoking the "cigarette", "Big Oil" made a look, and "Er You", who was also lying on the bed, spoke, "Hey, how did you get in?" ”

"Drink, fight!"

The single's eyes couldn't rub the sand into it, and as soon as Zhan Xia Ge opened his mouth, the Mandarin without a little dialect revealed his identity, and "Eryou" raised his eyebrows and said, "You're not from Shanghai?" Where do you eat mixed food? ”

"Let's keep our conversation simple!"

Zhan Xia Ge said calmly: "I have only been in Shanghai for less than a day, and I am purely a tourist who has come to Shanghai for a few days and left, and I don't have a few dollars in my pocket. I have no relatives, no friends, and of course no official supporters. I know that when I get here, there will always be a queue. In your words, it is 'to serve the water and soil', what to do you just ask, don't waste our time, I'm tired and want to rest early. ”

"Okay, since you're so happy, I won't talk nonsense with you."

"Eryou" had a gloomy face and said, "Then let's start with a simple one, you can first perform a sofa." ”

Seeing that Zhan Xia Ge was standing there and did not move, "Da You" stretched out his foot and kicked the prisoner who was in charge of lighting the fire just now, who looked like a monkey, and his whole body was so thin that he didn't have a few taels of flesh, and said, "Monkey cub, you go and show him." ”

The so-called "sitting on the sofa" is to let the newcomer make a gesture of sitting on the sofa and bend one leg and half-squat on the ground. Under the command of other people, there are also actions such as reading newspapers and drinking coffee. If ordinary people "sit on the sofa" like this for less than a few minutes, they will tremble all over their bodies and sweat like rain. "Big Oil" or "Second Oil" didn't shout to stop, if they couldn't support themselves and fell to the ground, the people standing around would immediately rush over and punch and kick the poor worm who came in.

As soon as Zhan Xia Ge stood on the edge of the wall, he entered a static state, several people gathered around Zhan Xia Ge, they all licked their lips gently, and their eyes exuded a kind of excitement, almost the cruel light of a beast playing with its prey, and their time to enjoy the game was up.

However, time slipped by little by little, and the warrior song was still standing against the wall, bending his knees at ninety degrees, and supporting his one foot there to make a stilted movement on Erlang's legs, which could really be called steady and invulnerable. A group of prisoners waiting to see a good show looked at each other, and it was the first time they had seen a character who could maintain this posture for thirty minutes without changing their faces. Looking at the blandness and calmness on Zhan Xia Ge's face, and then looking at his body that was far beyond ordinary people and full of destructive power, a trace of fear slowly rose in someone's eyes.

"Eryou"'s face became even more gloomy, "This brother seems to have a really hard body, so let's watch TV and listen to stereo with us!" ”

Warrior Song looked back at the thinnest prisoner in the detention cell, known as the "monkey cub", and waited for him to give him a hint on how to play this "game". The monkey cub stretched out his finger and pointed to the paint bucket placed in a corner of the detention room, which still had the words "Nippon paint", which was the public toilet in the detention room.

Seeing the song of the warrior and still not understanding, the monkey cub said cautiously: "You just need to stand upside down and put your head in that toilet......

At this point, the monkey cub's face suddenly turned pale, his Adam's apple surged up and down, he reached out to cover his mouth, and let out a few retching sounds.

"Useless things, it's not for you to watch TV today, why are you panicking?"

"Eryou" raised his legs, kicked the monkey cub's ass hard, stretched out his finger and pointed to the toilet, and said to Zhan Xia Ge: "Please, don't let the brothers wait!" ”

The so-called listening to stereo is to ask the prisoner who has just entered the prison to stand upside down and put his head into the toilet, and in this case, ordinary people will soon be unable to help vomiting, and the sound of vomiting echoes in the toilet, which is the so-called listening stereo; If you don't want to be beaten, the person who plays this "game" must also tell the person next to you out loud what he sees on TV.

The first class of people is, of course, the kind of felons who have had murders, but they are generally sent directly to the detention center after being shackled and handcuffed, so they are generally negligible in the detention center. The second class of people is a prisoner with a knife and a case record of wounding people, this kind of person generally fights is commonplace, he can blow his beard and stare at him if he doesn't agree with him, and he can pick up the guy and get on it, which belongs to the type of excessive bile secretion; The third class of people is the guy who fights and fights, but the matter is not big; The fourth class of people are thieves, petty touches, and street gangsters who fight petty; The fifth class of people is a business criminal such as a fraudster; As for the sixth class, no matter where they go, they are street rats, and they are despised by everyone. In prison, there is also a rather chic nickname, called "the person hiding behind a tree", and there is also a title, which is "a person squatting on the side of the street", which refers to the gangster, who knows every day that he is hiding behind a tree, or squatting on the side of the street, waiting to attack a girl who passes by alone.

Whether it is a detention center or a prison, when playing a "game" with a strong murderer, he is the heaviest and most ruthless, and when the strong murderer is "watching TV", he must stand upside down against the wall, put his head in the toilet, and then tell everyone the content of the "A movie" he saw. Tell how his father abducted his mother more than 20 years ago, and then where the two of them went to bed for the first time, what posture they used**, and how they gave birth to him. The people who were listening to their stories on the sidelines, the slightest dissatisfied, raised their legs and feet, and kicked the person who was standing upside down against the wall, and if he didn't want to fall into the toilet himself, he had to resist it.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, he propped himself on the ground with one hand, stretched out his right hand to take the toilet with a layer of urine inside, and then put his head into the toilet without care.

Everyone pricked up their ears and waited to listen to the most pleasant "music", but the warrior song, who put his whole head in the toilet, once spent a whole night in the dung pit in the snowy winter when he was training, in order to increase the heat of his body to fight the bitter cold, he ate individual rations and chocolate in that environment. Zhan Xia Ge can even eat dried moss that even wild goats can't swallow, such a "game" is really nothing for him.

After being silent for a long time, someone said, "Tell me, what TV show you have seen in it." ”

TV?

Warrior Song has barely had time to watch TV entertainment over the years, and he blurted out the name of one of the old movies he is most familiar with and his favorite: "Mine Warfare!" ”

There was silence all around, and after a long time, another voice came, "Change the channel!" ”

"Tunnel warfare!"

"Change again!"

"Little soldier Zhang Ga!"

"Fuck, you're supposed to be here for the 'August 1st' Army Day?!"

"Eryou" kicked on the lower abdomen of Zhan Xia Ge, and "Er You" was pushed back two or three steps by the reaction force transmitted from Zhan Xia Ge's body. Looking at Zhan Xia Ge's body still standing there steadily, a trace of ruthless light suddenly flashed in the eyes of "Eryou", and he said coldly: "Okay, you get up, you have played the game of playing the board again, brother, your water and soil are served!" ”

Seeing that the people around him were still stunned, "Eryou" lowered his voice and shouted angrily at the monkey cub: "What are you doing standing there stupidly, why don't you go and get the board!" ”

What the monkey cub brought over was a piece of wood more than two feet long, half a foot wide, and half a foot thick, which looked quite considerable, and I don't know where it came from. "Eryou" pointed to a corner of the shop, and said to Zhan Xia Ge: "It's okay to lie there, remember not to say that my brother didn't remind you, if you scream in pain and call the leader of the political axe, you will say that you have slept with a woman too much tonight, and you will have stomach cramps!" ”

Zhan Xia Ge looked at the wooden board in the hand of "Eryou" and asked, "How many boards do you want to hit?" ”

"When I've had enough, or the plank breaks, you'll be fine!"

Zhan Xia Ge glanced at the wooden board in the hand of "Eryou" again, and wanted to break such a wooden board on his body, how easy is it to say? The biggest goal of "Eryou" is to let yourself beg him for mercy, right?

Zhan Xia Ge said indifferently: "I don't need to lie down, you can fight casually, if I shout, I will be raised by you." ”

"Okay, you said it yourself!"

"Eryou" raised his hand, and the wooden plank more than two feet long was still smashed against Zhan Xia Ge's buttocks, Zhan Xia Ge was really strange, "Er You" lost face on him, why didn't he just smash this wooden board at his head.

The eyes of the warrior song suddenly condensed into the most dangerous needle-like shape in the dark, and through the few rays of moonlight that came in through the window, he clearly saw that on the wooden plank that was more than two feet long and more than half a foot wide, there were actually four or five steel nails that exposed the plank more than a centimeter long!

Zhan Xia Ge reached out like lightning and grabbed the wooden plank, the tall and powerful "Eryou" blushed, and grabbed the plank with both hands and regained it hard, but he only felt that he was wrestling with a big mountain.

Zhan Xia Ge quickly analyzed in his heart the damage that this wooden board and the "two oil" striking power might cause to a normal person, and when the final result was calculated, Zhan Xia Ge sank his face. "It's very depressing in this kind of place, and you like to bully new inmates to have fun, and I can understand it, and I can even think that I am helping you with your counseling work. But I really want to ask, who the wasn't raised by his father, do you know what kind of beating people with such a board will be? ”

"What, are you convinced?"

"Eryou" stared at the battle hero song and hissed: "Wasn't you very dragged just now? I can tell you the truth, the game of 'playing the board' is a special game that we have specially prepared for the exterminators, but I just feel bad when I look at you, I just want to clean you up! I tell you, when you get here, you have to coil if you are a dragon; It's a tiger, you have to lie down honestly for me! ”

A trace of anger suddenly rose on Zhan Xia Ge's face, and the bones of his whole body suddenly let out a crackling horn explosion, just ask Zhan Xia Ge in his life, when did he suffer such anger, and when was he associated with the most unpopular goods like a strong annihilator?

Several prisoners standing next to Zhan Xia Ge smelled the smell of danger from Zhan Xia Ge, and they gathered around together, except for the one who was quite tall, his face was swollen red, and he was still holding the wooden board and wrestling with Zhan Xia Ge, but it was like a dragonfly shaking the pillar, several other people stood in front of Zhan Xia Ge, all of them were more than ten centimeters shorter, just looking at their movements, Zhan Xia Ge knew that none of them had received any military or combat training. As long as Zhan Xia Ge is willing, he can make these four people completely ineffective in less than thirty seconds.

However, looking at this group of fierce thugs, who once held a tiger tooth fighting saber on the battlefield of the ice board, and continuously "slaughtered" dozens of terrorist prisoners of war, he suddenly hesitated.

Isn't it also a privilege to use the fighting techniques learned from the Fifth Special Force to settle these four hooligans who are not even qualified to be gangsters?

If it were an ordinary Chinese, who was sent to such a detention cell just because he patriotically beat a "foreign guest", and faced with four punks who were fierce and inward, but could hug each other and form a sense of superiority and oppression, would those hot-blooded "indignant youths" who were angry for the dignity of the motherland really dare to wave their fists again and face the battle? Even if they can win this battle, who can afford to let go of the consequences of being sent from the detention center to the detention center and into an even worse environment after such a free fight?!

Zhan Xia Song doesn't know, he really doesn't know!

Zhan Xia Ge only knew that in order to get out as soon as possible, in order to give Yang Zhenbang a satisfactory answer, he had to "behave well", he had to learn...... Endure!

Endure!

This is a word that I haven't learned or tried in my life! It was only at this time that Zhan Xia Ge suddenly figured out that if there was no Fifth Special Force, without his father, who he hated and respected the most, and who also hoped to be cared for the most, he really ...... Nothing!

Zhan Xia Ge suddenly pulled back his right hand, and easily snatched the wooden board from the hand of "Eryou". In front of everyone, Zhan Xia Ge slowly rolled up his sleeves.

"Smack!"

In the detention cell, there was a sudden crisp sound of a wooden stick breaking, and a wooden wrench half a foot wide and half a foot thick suddenly shattered from the middle, and blood shot out of Zhan Xia Ge's arm at the same time. Warrior Song silently grabbed the cigarette ash that the prisoners had collected when they were smoking and was ready to be recycled again, poured all of them on his wounds, and then grabbed a sheet that looked fairly clean, pulled it hard, and after tearing off a strip of cloth, he wrapped his wound firmly.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the detention room was stunned.

The feeling that the warrior song gives them is that it is ruthless enough!

People who can be so ruthless to themselves, once they get into a fight, isn't it just to catch someone and beat them to death? What made them feel the most heart-pounding was that when Zhan Xia Ge wrapped his wounds after being injured, he was stimulated by blood, and he no longer had a completely suppressed fierce momentum.

has been lying on the bunk, watching the "second oil" clean up the "big oil" of the war song, and finally his face changed at this time, because he remembered his top brother. The top brother was once a soldier who was kicked out of a certain Chinese special forces because of misconduct, and when he came to Shanghai, he relied on a watermelon knife to make a name for himself. It is said that the blood released by the big brother in the fight is enough to wash out a street. But in this way, his eldest brother definitely does not have the murderous aura that suddenly bursts out of Zhan Xia Ge's body.

Zhan Xia Ge slowly rolled back his sleeves, his gaze crossed the "Second Oil" and fell directly on the "Big Oil", and asked, "Is it enough?" ”

Even if there is no light in the detention room, even if there is a distance of three or four meters between the two people, "Da You" can still clearly see the eyes of Zhan Xia Ge in the dark, shining with a faint cold light. Although Zhan Xia Ge was staring at him, the focus of Zhan Xia Ge's gaze was loose, drifting, and unpredictable, making you involuntarily feel that his gaze obviously fell on his face, but he could pass through his body and fall behind him or in a certain position in his body.

"You remember, if you want to come out and fish out of the way, there are several kinds of people you must not touch! The first type of people, of course, are the kind of people who are delicate in the officialdom, and they only need a little finger to make us die without a place to bury. But this kind of person is not the most terrible, as long as we are willing to give up everything we have worked hard and fly away, they will not care about us anymore because of their identity or disdain. ”

The words of the top brother echoed in the ears of "Big Oil", "The last thing you can touch and provoke is the person who has a penetrating surname eye, don't ask me what it means to have a penetrating surname eye, and when you really meet this kind of person, you will naturally understand." When this kind of person looks at you, he will only focus his pupils' attention on you for ten seconds at most, because it only takes ten seconds for him to easily see your depth, and once his pupils begin to dilate, once his eyes begin to wander, it means that he has begun to think about how many targets he needs to deal with after making a move on you, and what route he needs to retreat from in order to ensure maximum success. ”

And this kind of person, the most is two identities. The first type is a soldier, the kind of professional soldier who has been on the battlefield, and his shot is a one-hit kill, and the target is crippled if he does not die; The second type is the kind of killer who will shoot anyone but himself at any time in order to ensure that his identity will not be revealed! The advice of the big brother is: "No matter what their status, you can never afford to mess with them, so under no circumstances, do not touch them!" ”

"Da You" has always disagreed with what his eldest brother said, but today, in the face of such a person as Zhan Xia Ge, in the face of Zhan Xia Ge's pair of cold and deep tunnels, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, thinking back to Zhan Xia Ge's coldness and ruthlessness when he attacked him, he believed it.

"You've finished your water and soil clothes, so you can sleep here tonight."

The position referred to by "Big Oil" is Tongpu, and in the dark, only he and Zhan Xia Ge know, and his hands are trembling slightly.

For a newcomer, being able to sleep directly on the position of "three oils" is tantamount to one step to the sky, and the song of the warrior is not nonsense, he shook his head because of the high blood alcohol content, and still a little dizzy, and fell asleep on the territory assigned to him by the "big oil".

But the warrior song didn't sleep long, because it was time to get up.

The monkey cub cautiously said to the warriors: "You are new here, so ...... Starting today, you are responsible for cleaning the toilet. ”

Before the monkey cub's words fell, he was suddenly kicked on the ground and fell on his head, "Eryou" glared and said, "Didn't you see the new brother, who accidentally injured his arm last night?" You want to make his wound inflamed?! ”

The monkey cub said aggrievedly: "But according to the rules, I should be responsible for mopping the floor today......"

"You still dare to talk back?" Eryou glared and raised his slap, but before he could fan it, he was caught by Zhan Xia Ge.

"Since it's a rule, let's follow the rules!" Zhan Xia Ge picked up the toilet made of "Nippon" paint bucket, and said indifferently: "I haven't washed the toilet in my life, I want to try it too, it should be quite interesting." ”

In front of the water pipe, the prisoners carrying the toilet lined up in a small long line, it is estimated that all of them are "plate oil" in various cells, Zhan Xia Ge learned the actions of the "plate oil" in front of him, and carefully washed the toilet until he put his nose over and couldn't smell anything too obvious, Zhan Xia Ge nodded with satisfaction, carried the toilet made of Nippon paint bucket, and returned to their detention room.

At this time, the monkey cub was sweating profusely like he was wiping tatami mats, holding a rag in his hand, carefully wiping the floor, that kind of seriousness, that kind of caution, it was tantamount to the political axe organ suddenly receiving instructions that the city leaders would come to visit and guide in a few hours, and carried out a surprise cleaning.

The monkey cub wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, and at the same time showed a grateful smile at the warrior song, it seems that because of the arrival of the warrior song, the monkey cub's work has been upgraded from the original toilet washing to mopping the floor.

(To be continued)