A month later, in his third month in confinement, and when it was time for the monthly haircut, Chen Fei stuck his head out of the doorway as usual and lay on the iron door.

He glanced to the side, and next door was a young-looking new prisoner, with a dark complexion and a look like a Vietnamese.

This room originally belonged to the old prisoner, but it did not appear at this time.

Chen Fei sighed, and his heart was silent.

The lives of the prisoners in Butterfly Island Prison are as good as a mustard, and the corpses of prisoners thrown into the sea every year are about a few hundred, and these corpses directly feed the schools of sharks swimming in the nearby waters.

Soon!

The gap in the shackles grew larger and wider, and it wasn't long before he could take off the shackles and regain his temporary freedom.

And every day has become more and more precious.

The new prisoner also noticed Chen Fei, and he bared his teeth at Chen Fei very unfriendly, like a hedgehog that hid itself in his armor, and looked very difficult to mess with.

Taking advantage of the gap when the jailer was not paying attention, the new prisoner spat fiercely in this direction, and at the same time scolded in a low voice: "Yankee, what are you looking at? Look at Lao Tzu gouging out your eyes again. ”

The other party spit out a non-standard Mandarin, Chen Fei also had no good impression of this new neighbor who was about to become a dead corpse, and he glared back unwillingly, which could be regarded as a tribute to the other party's active provocation.

The two looked at each other at a distance of several meters, like a pair of chickens in a vegetable cage pecking at each other.

Both sides were restrained their hands and feet, and they didn't dare to make too much noise, only one head hung on the iron door, and both of them had no way to take each other.

Even if they spit on each other, they can't splash on each other.

After just a moment's scrutiny, Chen Fei completely lost interest in this cargo, and in the merciless river of time, he would soon follow in the footsteps of the old prisoner, dragged by the ruthless jailer, stuffed into the shroud, and then thrown into the sea.

The old man didn't survive after all, and it might not take a few days for him to hold on until the time he left.

Alas!

It seems that the plan to dig a hole in the wall will be implemented in advance.

After the haircut, the corridor outside the confinement quickly returned to quiet, Chen Fei pinched the shackles with both hands, carefully stepped on the wooden bed, trying not to make a sound, and then used the metal edges and corners of the shackles to dig holes in the cement wall with difficulty.

Over the next few days, he had to dig 4 holes in the walls that he could climb with his strength to climb up to the ventilation windows on the roof.

There is not a lot of time, every minute is a race against time.

And digging a hole in a hard concrete wall is an even more difficult project.

Poof!

Poof!

Chen Fei gasped, digging the cave wall again and again with a little difficulty, his eyes flashed with hope, once the construction started, he could only break the kettle, and there was no turning back.

As long as he is discovered by the jailers, what awaits him will be up to two years of confinement, and he will definitely not survive two years.

Chen Fei took a few breaks in between, most of the time until his physical strength was exhausted, or he was forced to stop after hearing sporadic movements in the corridor.

At the end of the first day, two shallow marks were left on the wall, and progress was far below expectations.

If this continues, let alone 3 months, even if it is half a year, you will not be able to dig four wall holes that meet the standards.

"Miscalculated ......"

“…… Find a way to speed things up. ”

A lot of difficulties come out of nowhere, even if you are well prepared.

Chen Fei thought about it for a night, and now the only one who can help him is Degas, and Lao Zhoutou is a line connecting the two of them.

"I have to ask Lao Zhou for help, I hope Degas still has extra money."

He needed an iron cone, or a few nails, which could only be obtained by the laxly guarded Degas in a regular prison.

"What? Iron cones? NONONO！ It's too big a target for me to bring you in. ”

Old Zhou Tou looked at Chen Fei with a strange expression, and directly rejected his request, although he could make a lot of money through this business.

But the hidden danger is obvious, and he could lose his life because of it.

Old Zhou licked his lips with struggle, and a trace of greedy thought quietly sprouted in his heart.

He quietly watched left and right for a while, and the greedy thoughts in his heart regained his reason, so he changed his tone and said: "It's not impossible to bring in an iron cone, but I am only responsible for bringing it in, as for how to get it, that's Degas's business." ”

"And ...... The cost has doubled, this time I want 500 yuan, money before goods. ”

Old Zhou blinked, the inner struggle did not last long, and he quickly agreed.

He is almost 60 years old, his long prison life makes him look more vicissitudes than he really is, and with his sentence almost full, you can imagine how a prisoner with poor health and no skills can survive in the outside society.

This is something that he needs to think about urgently.

In addition to Chen Fei, he also made covert deals with other people in this confinement prison, seizing every opportunity to earn pension money.

Time is also running out for Lao Zhoutou.

The two quickly reached a verbal agreement, and the rest depends on how Old Zhou Tou contacts Degas.

This new deal did not make Chen Fei wait too long, and two days later, taking advantage of the time for dinner, Lao Zhoutou quietly handed him a piece of worn-out linen, in which a rusty iron cone about twenty centimeters long was wrapped.

The two were speechless the whole time, after Chen Fei took the lunch box, he gasped and leaned against the wall, with this iron cone, he only needed three days to dig four holes in the wall.

The air of freedom was getting closer and closer to him.

Chen Fei couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and after dinner and waited for the jailer's routine patrol to end, he quickly started work.

With the iron cone in hand, his progress was greatly accelerated, and it only took him half a night to dig the first hole in the wall, and after breaking through the surface of the hard cement wall, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the bricks inside had long since rotted.

This is another major discovery.

His deadline was also sped up...... It only takes 2 days to dig three more holes in the wall.

The next day was calm, Lao Zhou didn't stay in front of his room for long, and the amount of lunch was a little more than before, obviously the other party also knew that he was about to do a big thing.

Chen Fei worked overtime during the day, busy until 12 o'clock at night, and had already dug two of the remaining three wall holes, and only needed one more day for him to dig the last wall hole.

Chen Fei's heart gradually became excited, and the more this time, the more calm he became.

Unexpectedly, a sudden accident happened at noon on the third day.

After leaving his room, Lao Zhoutou walked in turn with an iron bucket, perhaps the success of the previous secret transactions made him relax his vigilance, and when he was trading with other prison inmates, he was discovered by the jailer at the door of the corridor.

Two jailers rushed in with their batons and shouted at them, and they quickly passed through Chen Fei's confinement room and appeared behind Lao Zhoutou.

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