For a long time, no one answered in the dark, which made the sharp-mouthed man a little at a loss.

But Chen Guike spoke, "Don't shout, those people are already dead." ”

What the... Dead?The sharp-mouthed man's body trembled, his legs went limp, and the corpses of a group of dead people were locked up next to him?

Chen Guike's face was gloomy, and his eyesight as a martial artist had also been partially strengthened, so he was able to see the situation in that cell in this black prison where he couldn't see his fingers.

Those people were brought in with a breath of air, but when they were put in a cell, they were completely lifeless, and became corpses temporarily held pending punishment.

It's no wonder that the officials put them all together, and if the dead were in a cell for each person, it would be too much...

Chen Guike originally thought that they would be locked up in the black prison for a few days at most and then let them out, but now his mentality has changed slightly.

The most panicked now was the sharp-mouthed man, who was the closest to the corpse, and he felt a little scared at the thought that he was still trying to talk to the dead.

I don't know if he was scared silly or too tired, the sharp-mouthed man leaned against the wall and actually fell asleep.

'Tick, tick~' A drop of liquid hit the sharp-mouthed man's face.

When he opened his eyes and woke up, he wiped a handful of liquid from his face, and muttered with some complaints, "How can this black prison still leak, why doesn't the government do some serious things every day." ”

The sharp-mouthed man shrunk his neck, the water sliding into his neck and sending him a chill.

The temperature underground was already low, and with such a toss, the man only felt that his hands and feet were a little cold.

Rubbing his hands, he squatted on the ground and curled up in a ball, and it was fine to fall asleep, but once he woke up, he couldn't help but remember that there was a group of dead people being held next door to him.

The sharp-mouthed man felt panic in his chest, and even his own breathing became rapid unconsciously.

Since the top of his head had been leaking, the sharp-mouthed man had to move his body to the side.

"Fuck, why is there still water?" muttered the sharp-mouthed man, reaching out to wipe his neck, and finding that his palms were wet with water.

Helplessly, he asked the other side, "Cousin, is there a water leak over there?"

Chen Guike's voice didn't come, and the sharp-mouthed man was stunned, thinking that it was already night after he had slept in one sleep, so Chen Guike fell asleep.

Alas, the man who sighed could only move to the side again, and he was already leaning against the wall.

Putting his hand on the top of his head and feeling it for a while, finally no more water dripped down, and the sharp-mouthed man breathed a sigh of relief.

When he closed his eyes again, he had very complicated emotions in his heart, he originally wanted to eat a bully meal, but now he has reached this point, fate makes people.

The sharp-mouthed man who was about to sleep felt that his chest was wet, but he opened his eyes again, didn't there be no dripping, why were his clothes wet again?

This time, the sharp-mouthed man who wanted to reach out to wipe the water stopped at his chest, why is this water still a little warm...

The sharp-mouthed man put his finger stained with a little chest liquid into his mouth with some confusion and sipped, hiss, a little sweet, and a little bloody...

On the second day, the black cell was opened again, because at this time meals were to be distributed to the prisoners inside.

The official opened the door, and the eyes he brought in were somewhat dazzling to these prisoners who had been in the darkness for a day, and the moment they opened the door, the people who woke up covered their eyes with their hands.

Chen Guike is a martial artist, and his status is not low in Baiyun Hall, so naturally he will not rush to ask for food like others.

Now he was a little puzzled, because when he got up this morning, he tried to call his cousin a few times, but there was no response, and he thought that the kid hadn't woken up before he paid much attention.

At this time, it's time to eat, why hasn't my waste cousin moved?

With the help of the light coming from outside, Chen Guike looked at the cell opposite him.

Chen Guike didn't expect that this casual glance would leave an indelible shadow in his heart.

His cousin was still the same as yesterday, sitting cross-legged against the wall, but he had a centipede-like wound on his neck.

The blood in the sharp-mouthed man's body seemed to have dried up, the wound on his neck had become dark brown, and the blood in his shirt had dried into a hard shell.

But his expression was very strange, there was no trace of pain, but a little complaining look on his face, as if he was still complaining about something before he died.

"Hey, come on, it's dead!" Chen Guike said to Zhao Si, who was distributing breakfast, and someone died in front of him one after another, and he was a little panicked now.

Zhao Si carried a wooden bucket, and when he walked to one place, he scooped a spoonful of white rice porridge for the prisoner with a wooden spoon, and this scene was like distributing pig feces.

Zhao Si was still distributing food unhurriedly, and after he heard Chen Guike's shout, he plucked his ears unhurriedly and said, "I know, I know, isn't it just that people are dead, and only those who are not dead are abnormal." ”

Yesterday, he was so heavy, except for the martial artists, basically no one could resist the forty sticks, so when he heard that someone in the cell was dead, Zhao Si didn't have much reaction, thinking that the person who was imprisoned yesterday was dead, and the other prisoners only found out this morning.

"Damn, this goddamn servant. Seeing that Zhao Si didn't react, Chen Guike snorted.

Unexpectedly, after this sentence fell into Zhao Si's ears, it had an effect, allowing Zhao Si to skip several cells in front of him directly with a wooden barrel, and walked over to Chen Guike.

"Why do you have such a stinky mouth, don't think you're a character outside, you can put up a fight here. Ignoring the wails of the prisoners who had not been served, Zhao Si went straight to the door of Chen Guike's cell.

Zhao Si knocked the iron pillar in front of Chen Guike with a spoon, and there were still some white rice porridge on top of the spoon, splashing everywhere, Chen Guike couldn't dodge, and there were several rice grains on his face.

Chen Guike, who ended up in such an embarrassment, was not angry, but pointed to the opposite side of him indifferently.

Zhao Si didn't look back, because he knew that the cell opposite was the cell where those who had been killed.

But now that more people have discovered the anomaly, the black prison has become noisy, and terror has spread.

Zhao Si was forced to deal with Chen Guike again in desperation.

When he turned around, he yelled, "Don't scream, and tell everyone to be boarded!"

The noise of everyone was a little quieter, and Zhao Si's voice did not have a substantive meaning.

Zhao Si frowned, finally noticed the abnormality, and when he looked back, he found the body of the sharp-mouthed man.

The death was so miserable that Zhao Si was trembling when he saw it, and he almost threw the barrel in his hand to the ground.

"There's a small line written next to my cousin, go and see, maybe there's a clue on it. ”

Following Chen Guike's instructions, Zhao Si pretended to be bold and came to the cell, trying not to look at the corpse of the sharp-mouthed man, but to see a line of small characters written in blood on the ground next to his thigh.

Because the handwriting was too small, Zhao Si read it out.

"Murderer: Xu Zhao. ”...