The air conditioning in the room was locked at twenty-six degrees, which was comfortable and pleasant. Yet he felt as if he was sitting in the middle of the ice cellar, his whole body cool. Listening to the hissing sound of the operation of the air conditioning system and feeling the cool breeze spewing out from the various air outlets, Xiang Nanxing knew that maybe at a certain moment, these cool breezes would be replaced with light green violent poisonous gas, and then he fell to the ground in an instant, and he could only react to the fierce poison in his body when he was dying, and there was no cure.

It's just that at this time, he didn't have the slightest distraction to think about his situation, not a minute or a second. He just stared blankly at the large LCD TV in front of him, the picture on which was neatly divided into quarters, and the upper right corner was the room he was in. The camera is placed above the doorway and filmed from the top down, taking in every movement in the room.

The upper left and lower right corners also reflected the same room as him, but at this time it was empty and no one was there. Xiang Nanxing's gaze was fixed on the picture in the lower left corner, where there was another person, adjusting the oxygen mask on his face. As if he felt Xiang Nanxing's murderous gaze from afar, the person in the picture suddenly turned his face and raised his head to look at the camera, looking as if he was looking at Xiang Nanxing here through the screen.

Then, slowly, he raised his hands and gestured two "victory" gestures to this side.

Xiang Nanxing's nails sank into his palms silently, so sharp that even his skin had been punctured. The pain in the heart should have made people subconsciously release their clenched fists.

And he didn't seem to be aware of it.

Xiang Nanxing's eyes just widened, staring at the person in the picture, unwilling to let go of even the slightest movement. He wants to remember this person and remember his mood at this moment. Remorse, anger, grief, he burned this moment into the depths of his memory, and he will never forget it.

One second you are a partner who lends a helping hand, and the next second you may suddenly become a mortal enemy. This time, Xiang Nanxing finally really understood this truth.

Although it was already too late.

Let's go back in time a little, starting from about thirty hours ago, when Xiang Nanxing didn't have such reliable friends by his side. The prison is a huge and impenetrable wall that separates the inner and outer worlds and cuts off all of his past relationships.

He also had a friend a little over a week ago. It's just that at the most critical moment, his friend betrayed him and gave him a fatal knife from behind. No, this can't even be called betrayal. It was then that he learned that all the previous friendships had been false, that this so-called friend had approached from the beginning with other purposes, and that in those ten days or so he had experienced nothing more than a lie that had been carefully concocted by the other party.

Fortunately, on the edge of the cliff where the game was about to collapse, Xiang Nanxing was rescued by a person named Liang Jingmo, and the fiasco turned into no victory and no defeat, he took back the chips from the host and exchanged his sentence back. Since there is no part of the sentence reduction, this part of the sentence is equivalent to no increase or decrease, and it still remains at the astonishing figure of 351.

Of course, if the game is allowed to end normally, then Xiang Nanxing will be defeated. In addition to his own more than 300 years, he also needs to bear the extremely long sentence of his opponent who does not seem to be under him, and multiply the coefficient of 1.3 when he is punished, and the entire sentence is conservatively estimated to be more than 800 years, approaching a thousand years. From this point of view, Liang Jingmo's move is simply to save six or seven lives by himself, which can be regarded as his great benefactor.

It's just that the other party is full of untrustworthy atmosphere, and gratitude is okay, but after all, it is not an object that can be communicated with peace of mind.

"It's just that things have changed a lot since then."

Xiang Nanxing said distressedly. Across from him sat an old-looking, one-eyed man. The man looked to be fifty or sixty years old, his face was furrowed, his hair was already large and gray, but when he looked closely, his eyebrows and eyes looked like those of a young man in his thirties and forties, and sometimes there was a faint sharp light. He sat cross-legged in his cell, and outside the door was Xiang Nanxing, who was also sitting cross-legged, although an iron fence door was separated, it did not reduce the interest of talking at all.

"I can probably guess what happened to you." The one-eyed man sighed, "But you still say it, I think you're suffocating it a lot." ”

"That said, I quickly picked up my mood after that and learned from that failure. I decided to be more cautious about playing this kind of game with other people, whether I win or lose, just keep it within an acceptable range, and the key is to take this opportunity to adapt myself to the game better. As you know, my sentence is more than 300 years, and if I want to get out, I can't just wait, I'll have to rely on this game sooner or later. ”

Old One-Eye nodded: "It's already very good that you can face problems so positively." Many people suffer a fiasco in the first game of the game, and as a result, they are devastated and dare not touch it again for the rest of their lives. ”

"But now I don't have a chance to touch it if I want to!"

Xiang Nanxing slammed his fist on the iron railing: "It's really hell to talk about." When I challenged others, they shirked them in all sorts of ways, and some even avoided me from a distance. I suggested that everyone should bet smaller, and they disagreed, saying that it would be too good for me. A few times I got really angry and said it didn't matter if I had to play Showhand, but they went faster. What else can I do in this situation, no matter how positive my attitude is, this can't start at all! ”

The old one-eyed smiled: "But I think you've actually figured out why, right?" ”

Xiang Nanxing hung his head in frustration: "But even if I figure out the reason, I can't do anything." ”

Xiang Nanxing is not a person who does not think, and after being rejected several times, he will naturally think about why this is. In fact, the reason is very simple, that is, his sentence is too long, and after the battle with Luo Baichuan, this point has been widely known. Although Luo Baichuan's situation is the same as his, he still has a large group of junior brothers who can provide chips when necessary, but Xiang Nanxing, not to mention his subordinates, does not even have a friend to trust, so naturally he can't find someone to fight with.

That's what it is. In this area, there are not no people whose sentences are close to him, but most of those people have their own forces like Luo Baichuan and will not easily fight against others. Most of the scattered prisoners who are not affiliated with any force do not have particularly long prison sentences, and they fall within the scope of early release as long as they work hard. This kind of person will also be selective about his battle target, Xiang Nanxing's extraordinarily long sentence seems to imply that he may be burdened with crimes that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve, for this kind of extraordinary person, ordinary people will definitely choose to avoid it.

In addition, there is a gap in the level of risk tolerance between the two sides. For Xiang Nanxing, the difference of five years and ten years has little impact on his sentence of more than 300 years, so except for the discomfort when he first entered the game, he can still maintain enough calm when the chips are increased to this extent. But for those prisoners who have only a few decades in prison in their own right, ten years is a very large number. Both sides have also gambled for ten years, but there is a huge difference in the psychological pressure of each other, and in this regard, the party with the shorter sentence will undoubtedly carry more burdens, which is not fair.

The only one who can bridge this gap is showhand. Frankly, showhand is not beneficial to both parties when it happens in an unequal game, but the side with a longer sentence undoubtedly suffers much more. Winning is a few dozens, losing hundreds of dollars, and the shorter side is guaranteed to get out of prison if they win, which on the face of it seems to be appealing to those people.

However, the opposite is true. Even if Xiang Nanxing made such a proposal, the other party would still choose to refuse, or even refuse more resolutely. Because the battle between Xiang Nanxing and Luo Baichuan has spread all over this area, most people already know that this young man who still looks very immature is not a fuel-efficient lamp at all. Although he was finally calculated by the more veteran Luo Baichuan in that battle, the observation and reasoning skills he showed before that, as well as the tenacity he showed after that, made the people here dare not underestimate this young man anymore.

With such vigilance, people can't help but be suspicious. What reason does the other side have to offer such generous terms, just in exchange for a chance to win dozens of chips? Is he already sure he's going to take the chips?

Although there is no conclusive evidence for this, it is a matter of several years in prison, and those people finally chose to be safe. There is no such thing as a lunch without money, and these people have long understood this truth.

"Actually, you didn't catch up with the good times." Old One-Eye sighed, "Have you noticed, there are some new faces in this area these days, and these are all new prisoners who have just come in from outside. They know less about the game than you do, and they're better at it. There's a saying here called 'meat sheep', which refers to this kind of guy who has just come in. Do you say they're going to take a huge risk against your new star, or are they going to take a solid look at these easy-to-get meat sheep? ”

"Holy." Xiang Nanxing scolded, "I also noticed that there are some newcomers...... But I don't see them doing it! ”

"That's because those who have the ability to harvest sheep still need to watch and make an agreement with each other." Old One-Eyed sneered, "Do you think that Xiao Leping was just going to play the role of a poor worm in front of you?" He's very useful. For those forces that are close to Luo Baichuan's strength, Xiao Leping is a flag, which means that your meat sheep has been targeted first, please do not approach. And for those individual guests who don't look at the atmosphere and try to provoke a battle with you, Xiao Leping will also try to skillfully resolve the situation. You're in it, and you don't feel anything. ”

"Anyway, I can't do it, you just say I have no way out." Xiang Nanxing hung his head.

The old one-eyed man on the other side smiled. He stroked his chin and put on an unfathomable look.

"If you want to get out of this predicament, of course, there is a way. One is waiting, and the other is ......"

He paused, and seemed a little hesitant, but he whispered the next words.

"Have you thought about jailbreaking?"

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