Liu Minghao shook the shackles on his body, if the strength was not weakened, or even if the storage space was not sealed, as long as there was a tool at hand, he could take off these shackles and find an opportunity to escape from prison.

However, the current path is obviously not working, so we need to find another way to find other ways to get out. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wandering through the dim and dirty cells, all you see are cold, hard rocks, moldy fences, rotten ropes, not even a nail.

"It's just a stretch away from Southampton, and you're just a car away from the hellish Murson Prison." The prisoner man made a funny gesture, as if singing a song in a strange tone, "You don't even know this? How did you get in and steal a chicken? Or did you break the jug of the noble lord? ”

Liu Minghao ignored his ridicule, and quickly sorted out his thoughts, Southampton is a port city, the area is not small, even if it is only located in the suburbs, the time to arrive at the port will not be too short, even if he knows these situations, it will not help him to plan his time, and at the moment he should focus on how to escape from prison.

At this moment, there was a sound of keys, and the jailer shouted in the corridor.

"Pigs, get moving, it's time to go out to work."

A jailer with a full face opened the cell door one by one, brandished the whip in his hand to urge the prisoners, and from time to time he drew on the slow-moving people, and soon came to the cell where Liu Minghao was.

Seeing Liu Minghao sitting by the door, the jailer's caterpillar-like short and thick eyebrows trembled slightly,

raised his hand and whipped it, "Look at it, it's all a group of pigs, even if they are about to die, they have to finish today's work for me." As he spoke, he opened the cell door with the key and kicked several death row inmates twice.

"Hey, Jason, why are you so angry, you lost miserably last night." The prisoner man seemed to be an old acquaintance with the jailer, leaned against the wall and waved, "They are all dying people, there is a little mercy, God will not object." ”

Jason wrinkled his nose, snorted heavily, raised the whip in his hand and shook it threateningly, "I don't believe in God, I'll come back to you later, if you can't let me win this time, your good days will come to an end." ”

The prisoner man shrunk his neck slightly, and let out a dry laugh of unknown meaning.

Liu Minghao stood up quietly, dragged his steps and followed the group of inmates, moving forward slowly, and when he walked out of the low and dark dungeon, he raised his hand to block the dazzling light, and looked at this Merlson prison.

The prison is located in a valley, surrounded on all sides by steep rock walls, the air smells damp and salty, the sky is punctuated by seabirds, and the sound of waves crashing against the reef can be faintly heard, apparently very close to the shoreline.

Liu Minghao raised his head and noticed that on the mountain ridge on the east side, there was a watchtower, and two soldiers with spears were standing guard, and it seemed that it might be the only place where it was possible to connect with the outside world.

The prisoners' job was to mine rocks, and Liu Minghao's team of death row inmates were assigned to carry the quarry, in teams of two, to transport the quarryed stones to the open space near the prison.

Liu Minghao was in rags, his hair was long, and his face was dirty, because the wound in his abdomen could only be arched as much as possible, and the whiplash wound on his back was slightly tightened, and there would be a hot feeling.

Amid the shouting and scolding of the jailer, Liu Minghao struggled to hunch his back and push the cart forward, looking at the mountain pass in the distance without moving.

The terrain in the valley is complicated, there are moats on all sides, there is no possibility of climbing, even if he can climb the watchtower on the east side, with his state at this time and the water nature of the half-hanger, there is only a dead end, and the idea of escaping from the waterway will definitely not work.

His gaze quietly turned to the mountain pass, this prison was well guarded and equipped, not like a remote prison, but like the royal prison of the British Empire, according to his poor historical common sense, even the Royal Navy stationed in the port of Southampton did not have such advanced weapons in its own shots.

This means that the Murson Prison is not just a prison, but must also be engaged in other businesses, such as human trafficking.

In such a remote and unattended place, with prison inmates as the best cover, as long as the person in power has a little brains, he will not miss this opportunity to make a fortune, and no one will know the truth.

Of course, this is just Liu Minghao's analysis, and the conversation of several jailers standing next to the stone pile just confirmed his speculation to a certain extent.

The guards were obviously a little higher in rank than their counterparts in charge of the overseers, and they were neatly dressed, with a thick French country accent, apparently knowing that no one could understand their conversation, so they were not in the slightest guard against the constant flow of prisoners around them.

If it weren't for the automatic language conversion of the system, with Liu Minghao's French level, he would simply be a duck listening to thunder and not understanding a word.

Liu Minghao pretended to trip over the stones under his feet, his body shook, and the car suddenly tilted and fell to the ground.

The jailer in charge of the overseer immediately rushed up and raised his whip to beat him, while impatiently ordering him to hurry to move the stone to the appointed place.

Liu Minghao pretended to be afraid, immediately got up with his hands and feet, and struggled to pick up a piece of stone and walked in the direction of several jailers, who looked at him staggeringly, let out a mocking laugh, and soon began to talk about the previous topic again.

"This batch is very urgent, and the price given by Lord Locke is also very high." A jailer with a figure-eight eyebrow raised his hand and made a gesture as he spoke.

"Well, I don't think it's a problem, we can arrange it early tomorrow morning, and strive to send people away before noon, and we should be able to arrive at the port on time." The man in the blue-gray military hat touched his chin and nodded slightly.

"The more people there are, the better, and it's better to pick some strong ones, otherwise it's easy to die when the time comes." "The last batch sent out, it is said that a third of them died on that voyage, and if it weren't for Lord Locke's close relationship with General Victor, this time the deal would not have been our turn." ”

Liu Minghao pretended to be clumsy, and it took a lot of effort to go back and forth several times before he finished moving the scattered stones, and also took the opportunity to listen to the conversation of several people, obviously his prediction was right, these people secretly used the prisoners as coolies, sold them to buyers, and made huge profits.