Next door to Chen Fei's confinement room was a prisoner who looked like an old man in his 50s, and it was the first time Chen Fei had met Zhou Zunfeng after he was possessed.

In fact, when his predecessor Zhou Zunfeng failed to escape from prison for the first time and was caught in the confinement room, this old man was already imprisoned here.

Strictly speaking, the old man is his predecessor.

His health looked terrible, his face was blue, his hair and beard were messy against his skinny cheeks, and the sockets of his face were sunken like a rain boot that could be pierced at any moment.

The old man was lying on the hole in the iron gate with thick forehead lines, and was looking at Chen Fei madly.

"How do I look? You have to tell me the truth, or I'll never know the truth. ”

The old man was terminally ill, like a terminal cancer patient who would die at any moment, but Chen Fei didn't plan to tell him the truth.

After knowing the truth, Chen Fei was not sure if the other party could survive, so he told a lie.

"Old man, you look good!"

Chen Fei looked left and right around the corridor, and found that there was a sick prisoner lying on the other iron doors, they stretched out their heads one by one, and their messy hair was frequently looking left and right, and many connected prisoners chatted with each other in whispers and tears.

The two jailers were lazily basking in the sun at the door of the hallway, but their eyes looked over from time to time.

The barber who was a guest appearance by the prisoner took scissors to straighten the old man's hair and beard, and the latter tilted his head in cooperation, and after receiving Chen Fei's 'truthful' praise, a triumphant smile rippled on his face.

Taking advantage of the gap when the jailer didn't pay attention, the old man was in a good mood and chatted with Chen Fei again.

"I've been here for almost two years, and I'm still a month away...... It's still two months and two years, and when the time comes, I can get out of here, and I know that I can survive until the day I get out. ”

"Right, young man, I'll be out of here in a moment."

According to the regulations of the Butterfly Island International Prison, the first escape was caught and imprisoned for half a year, and the second escape was caught and imprisoned for two years.

Caught in the third prison escape, they will spend the rest of their lives in confinement, dying of old age or illness, and throwing their bodies into the sea to feed the sharks is the final choice for most people.

If, in the course of the escape, the jailer dies, whether it is the first escape or the second escape, he will be guillotined and executed in front of all the prisoners.

On the guillotine, the knife falls, and the head falls.

This still can't stop the prison escapees.

Many serve sentences of up to 10 years or even life in prison.

These people had only two options, either to stay in prison and die of disease, or to die at the hands of prisoners of the same type, or to escape.

For prisoners preparing to escape, escape = send to death, but not escape = wait for death.

Even if you breathe a minute of free air and then be guillotined, it is better than suffering in prison.

The old man's face was full of joy, and he was sincerely happy that he was about to survive the 2-year confinement period, only Chen Fei knew in his heart that the old man would probably not wait for the day when he left the confinement room.

The old man's sick face exuded a touch of crimson, which was a phenomenon of returning to the light, and Chen Fei even saw a trace of death on his face.

There was naturally a sadness of the death of a rabbit and a fox in my heart.

The shaver who had helped the old man with his haircut had finished his work, and he glanced at Chen Fei with a strange look, as if he was surprised by the strange behavior of him chatting with a dead man.

Chen Fei knew what the other party was thinking from the barber's numb eyes, and simply chose to keep his mouth shut.

Seeing that Chen Fei was silent, the old man nodded happily at him and took the initiative to end the conversation.

Taking advantage of the moment before going back, he still didn't forget to encourage Chen Fei, "Hey! Hold on, lad, you'll get out of here. ”

The old man coughed and retracted his head contentedly.

The head shaver was silent throughout the whole process to help Chen Fei finish his haircut, and leaned in his ear in confusion and whispered: "You know that old man can't survive this month, why do you lie to him?" ”

"Am I lying to him?"

Chen Fei was too lazy to talk nonsense with this mentally ill barber, and directly chose to retract his head.

In his heart, although the old man escaped from prison for the second time and was imprisoned for two years, he was still a warrior.

Warriors will not give up their yearning for free air, and this barber is obviously not the same kind of person as Warriors.

The world of warriors, he doesn't understand!

And the world of cowards, Chen Fei doesn't understand either!

It was lunchtime shortly after the haircut, and Chen Fei stood behind the iron gate, judging the time when Lao Zhoutou arrived here based on the footsteps coming from the corridor.

A few minutes later, a hand reached in, groped along the iron gate, and then scooped the iron bowl into his hand.

Chen Fei lay on the ground and stuck his head out from the hole below, and after finding that there were no jailers nearby, he whispered: "Old Zhoutou, give enough amounts, I can't eat enough too little." ”

Old Zhou Tou was taken aback, he held Chen Fei's iron bowl in his left hand, a wooden scoop in his right hand, and a large iron tong filled with soup at his feet.

"You be quiet, if you are discovered, you will be beaten." Old Zhou Tou looked left and right vigilantly, and was slightly relieved that he was not targeted by the jailer.

"Damn, can you retract your dirty ass."

Old Zhou was dissatisfied with Chen Fei's reckless behavior, and still scolded back with hatred, but after Chen Fei's reminder, his right hand holding the wooden scoop added a spoonful from the iron bucket and put it into Chen Fei's bowl.

Chen Fei took the iron bowl from the hole below with anticipation, glanced at it hurriedly, and then opened his mouth with joy.

This time, the lunch was generous, almost twice as much as the last one, except for the loss of a sweet coconut.

It is an eternal truth that children who can scream have milk to eat.

A secret transaction temporarily tied the two together, and in the face of such a small request that the food should be better and the portion would be sufficient, Lao Zhoutou had no reason to refuse him.

Half a bowl of vegetables and beans was quickly eaten by Chen Fei, because there was more soup, he drank half of it, and as for the remaining half, it was sprayed on the shackles as usual.

The next day passed like this, and at dinner, he got a coconut from Old Zhoutou.

According to the hint in Degas's note, he would be given a fresh coconut every day for the four months before he went out.

This is definitely good news for him at the moment.

Relatively sufficient food and tender fruits are more conducive to the recovery of the body.

After that, Chen Fei stayed quietly in the confinement room, and he didn't need to urge him to eat two meals a day in the morning and evening, the amount was much more than that of other prisoners, and the corrosion of the shackles was also going smoothly.

The rust on the shackles was wet, wet, and the surface had fallen off, but unfortunately his wrists still couldn't break free from the handcuffs, and it seemed that it would be some time before he succeeded.

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