"Prisoners in Colombia? What do you do with the passage to Egypt? I said puzzled.

"Because that's the only way to have food." Jock replied immediately.

"Got food? Can there be food here? Who puts food in the hole? I asked again.

"It's better to say food than garbage, and the Egyptians used holes as garbage dumps," Dad said. This means that all the waste is discharged into the holes and then into the pathway here. This is also our only source of food, which of course is occupied by the condemned prisoners. They usually stay inside almost all the time, and there will be a fixed time every day for us to go in for two hours to look for food. These two hours were snatched by this group of people in our hall, and now that you are here, we may be able to grab a little more food, otherwise it will be too difficult for one person to grab food for three people. ”

"One person robbing food for three people?" I said.

"Usu is sick, and it's a girl again. So we always left one to watch her, so only one person could go and find food. Dad said.

"Is this enough to eat? Why is this happening? Haven't you tried to fight? I said, glancing at Wusu, it's quite beautiful, it's really too dangerous not to let her be alone in the hall.

"Isn't the struggle too long? You don't know the passage between the two sides of Egypt, and inside is the morgue. There was a riot a long time ago, but apparently none of the people in the hall were opponents of the condemned prisoners. A large number of people were dead at that time, and the corpses are still piled up in those two pathways. However, it is also thanks to the struggle that we are in this situation. Jock said.

"What do you say?" I wanted to continue to ask something, and someone came out of the passage in Egypt in front of me.

Almost subconsciously, Dad grabbed his own thorn stick and mine, and then carried it behind his back and stuffed it to Usu who was lying on the ground.

Usu weakly tuged under himself, shielding his weapon with his body.

"Why is that?" I said.

"Except for the thirteen death row inmates, no one here can carry any weapons, and if they are found to be in possession, they will die." Jock whispered.

"We have weapons, but can we hide under Usu? Wouldn't the others in those halls snitch? I also began to whisper, learning that Jock did not dare to speak loudly.

"The condemned prisoners are all Colombian and speak Spanish. These people from the United States are all English, and the chickens speak with the ducks, so we can be so safe. Jock whispered.

I frowned and said, "Almost all of them here are big men, and it seems that there is only one girl who is good-looking, so won't this really bring us danger?" ”

Dad smiled and said, "That's another story." ”

Jock scratched his head and said, "In the beginning, I still followed the group of whites and blacks on the American side, picking up leftovers to make a living. A week ago Usu came and I learned a little bit of French and had a few words. At that time, of course, the Americans were lustful, so I came out to protect the flowers. As a result, he was violently beaten up by the gang in the United States, and the voice may have been too loud to lure out the condemned prisoners. The scene was suddenly different, and Wusu was also handed over to the death row prisoner. However, Wusu had a cold and fever at that time, and no one wanted to get sick here, and eating garbage to get sick was almost equivalent to a death sentence, so everyone didn't do anything to Wusu. ”