"How many people are left in that prison now?"

"Warden, there are 35 people left."

"So much left?" Lancelot pouted.

Didn't that Jiang Zihang just want to kill them, just give him this opportunity.

Because Lancelot doesn't want to kill who, who, who?

He doesn't even know what his name is now, it doesn't matter what his name is, anyway, there is no name in the prison, it's all numbers, just call him number 89757.

Because Lancelot once heard a song called number 89757, so it was easier for him to remember.

He raised his hand and began to admire his nails again, suddenly coming up with a solution.

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In the prison cell, the students were still in a state of confrontation, and the bodies of more than a dozen dead students fell to the ground.

"I have a proposal!" Ye Qingyan stood up, and Fang Zhunan hurriedly gathered around her worriedly.

"After all, everyone is in the same class, and they are all dead, can you see such a violent corpse?" Ye Qingyan deliberately glanced at Yu Xiaojun.

Yu Xiaojun was not afraid that someone would sneak attack her, and at this time, everyone's target was Ye Qingyan.

"It doesn't matter, if you want to be good people, you can remove them, I don't have the strength."

After Yu Xiaojun finished speaking, he continued to lean against the wall to recover his strength.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps in the hallway.

Someone else is coming.

Sounds like there are quite a lot of people this time.

Sure enough, Lancelot brought more than 30 prison guards, all armed with AK47s.

What is this for? Is there a massacre?

"You're all resting here, and I'm a little disappointed that the duel scene I was expecting didn't show up."

Lancelot glanced at number 89757 in the crowd, then glanced at the other students,

"Now, I need to clean up the battlefield for you. Any of you who is interested, carry these dozen corpses away. ”

Yu Xiaojun's eyes didn't open, just now they were talking about this problem, she had already expressed her attitude, she didn't have the strength.

Ye Qingyan didn't think about it, so he stepped forward and leaned over to grab the shoulder of a student's corpse, and Wang Ying hurriedly went over to lift it with her.

Fang Zhunan saw that Ye Qingyan had done this, and he also lifted a corpse with Wei Keqin.

Lancelot looked at the number 89757 in his mind, and chose the good side, and raised his eyelids slightly.

He told Jiang Zihang before that he was going to play a philosophical game this time, that is, good and evil.

Whether you choose to help others for good, or you choose to be indifferent.

As long as you follow the right person, you can give birth.

Obviously, as long as the person with the number 89757 follows this time, he will survive.

"Thankfully, this time it is the person who chooses the good to be born, so that my conscience can still pass."

Lancelot glanced at Jiang Zihang, who was wearing a mask beside him, "The rest of these people belong to you!" ”

"The man who carried the corpse." Lancelot turned away, "Follow me." ”

Ye Qingyan and Wang Ying carried the corpse of the student and followed closely behind Lancelot.

They were flanked by men armed with AK47s, all aiming their guns at them.

Walking through the narrow hallway, everyone held their breath, not knowing what would happen next.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ……”

At the end of the hallway, in the direction of the prison cell, there was the sound of AK47.

Everyone was stunned, and everyone knew in their hearts what was going on over there.

Seeing that everyone stopped, Lancelot was not angry, but turned to face everyone like a savior.

"I'm honored that all of you who have chosen good have survived. Just now is the judgment of you, and your own choices have decided your life and death, congratulations. ”