I was very nervous with Leng Shou, but there was no shame on the drug lord, he was frightened by ghosts and gods when he entered the Soul Tower, and now he was made a fuss by the noise, and he swished back without caring about anything, and merged with me and Leng Shou.

Leng Hand took the opportunity to damage the drug lord a few words, and asked him if he was a gentleman?

The drug lord kept a calm face and did not speak. The iron donkey didn't blame the drug lord, and walked forward on his own.

I'm afraid, but I can't let the iron donkey be in danger alone. I told them to keep watch at the entrance, and to run over to meet the iron donkey.

The iron donkey listened accurately, and leaned in behind a broken piece of furniture to grab a mouse. He pinched the rat's tail and lifted it up.

Originally, rats were timid, and they should be very afraid, but this rat evil sect was not only not afraid, but also wanted to pounce on the iron donkey.

The iron donkey held its tail as high as possible to prevent it from biting, and he looked around, trying to find a window to throw the mouse out, but the small window on the third floor of the soul tower looked like it hadn't been opened for eight hundred years, and it was full of dust.

The iron donkey changed his mind again, and he was so ruthless that he picked up the rat's tail and threw it to the ground.

With such a strong force, the rat vomited blood and lost his breath. This was supposed to be a little episode, but I didn't think anything was wrong, and I came to the iron donkey, so I made up my mind to go through this piece of rag with him.

The two of us were busy again, but the cold hand was not idle, thinking about it, he finally grabbed the handle of the drug lord, wouldn't it be too much of a loss to stop damage?

He was cowardly up and down the article, talking to the drug lord sentence after sentence.

I don't know what these two bigwigs were like before they went to jail? It is estimated that they are not grinding and chirping, but now they are really broken-mouthed.

The drug lord endured it for a while, and when he said too much, he couldn't help but refute it.

I think they are bickering like a swarm of flies in their ears. I'm stressed out tonight, and I don't want them to upset me anymore.

I'm looking through a bunch of miscellaneous items, all bottles and cans. I stopped what I was doing and waved to the two big guys and told them to stop.

The two of them looked at me together, and not only did my words have no positive effect, but they also wanted to pull me in and give them a critique of who was right and who was wrong.

I wondered what to do next. Before I could speak, an accident occurred.

We were on the third floor now, and suddenly there was movement on the stairs leading to the fourth floor, and a large black shadow swished down the stairs.

I couldn't see what it was for a moment, but we both realized the danger.

The drug lord is up again, and he wants to swish away. But his responsibility with Leng Shou is to guard this place and not let anyone or anything come down from above.

Leng Hand took out a lot of energy, while holding the throwing stick vigilantly, he dragged the drug lord hard, and drank to tell him not to move.

The drug lord struggled, but the cold hand was strong, and he couldn't break free for a while. With such a delay, the black shadow rolled up the bottom row of stairs on the third floor.

It finally stopped, still leaning against the stairs.

In fact, it is a person, or a dead corpse, and it belongs to the kind of dead and blind. He leaned on it like this, giving people a very lazy feeling, and he stared at us with big white eyes.

We both shone flashlights on his face, and when I recognized his appearance, I was stunned.

Because I know him, the Severed Finger Prison Guard.

My first reaction was a buzz, and my heart said that he wasn't dead? It also fell into a mass grave, why did it appear mysteriously here again?

Leng Hand was also frightened and took a step back, as for the drug lord, not to mention, he was almost collapsed, and shouted in fright, "Ghost! "So he ran to the second floor.

This time, the cold hand didn't hold him in time. When he passed by the corpse of the severed finger prison guard, he still felt like he was trembling with fright, but he didn't stop, probably running all the way to the first floor, and then out of the soul tower.

We ignored the drug lord, and Leng Shougan and I stood to slow down, and the iron donkey strode directly to the corpse of the severed finger prison guard, and squatted down, staring at the corpse.

When I came back to my senses, I came to meet with Leng Shou at the side of the iron donkey. During this period, there was movement on the upper floor of the tower, and it seemed that someone was moving.

We all looked up. The cold hand still suppressed his temperament and whispered, "The fugitive is on it!" ”

I thought of several things at once, because as I had just observed, I saw a wound on the neck of a prison guard with a severed finger, the size of a child's mouth, which had been cut with a sharp object.

It reminds me of the prison guard and the old man who died on the transit island. In addition, I guessed what the iron donkey was talking about just now.

He made a preliminary trace identification on the way to the Soul Tower, and must have found that the footprints of the "fugitive" were left by the dead body.

I had a very bold idea, the sound of the clatter above the tower should be the mystery of all this, and it was the same as it, climbing the outer wall of the prison with the corpse of the severed finger prison guard, wounding the sentry guard, and running all the way to the soul tower.

If we go up the floors, we're going to bump into it and we'll know what it is. But when I weighed it, I thought it was very powerful, and we had no other weapons except a slinger, so we really rushed up, probably for nothing, and undoubtedly lost our lives.

I retreated, and the iron donkey thought of going with me.

He first reminded him, "With the corpse of this severed finger prison guard, we can make a difference, no matter what weirdness there is here, hurry up and get off the tower, the day after tomorrow I will escape from prison, and then I will fly away, and I will be a hundred!" ”

I hurriedly agreed, and the cold hand came up strongly, and I was a little reluctant to go up, but I couldn't stand the persuasion of the two of us.

The iron donkey was responsible for carrying the corpse of the severed finger prison guard, and after we were one step ahead of the drug lord, we also swooped down to the lower level.

Running the stairs, I didn't stop in my heart, for fear that the monsters on the upper floor of the tower would rush down, but this didn't happen, and the moment we rushed out of the soul tower together, I also heard someone take a slap.

When I looked closely, it was the drug lord who was slapped, and he was standing in front of the head of the prison guard, who was still yelling at him, "What kind of fart are you farting, how can my buddy's corpse appear on the soul tower?" ”

But our appearance, especially the corpse on the shoulder of the iron donkey, speaks for itself. At this moment, everyone present looked at the iron donkey.

The iron donkey didn't say anything first, and put the body of the severed finger prison guard on the ground. None of us wanted to get too close to the door of the Soul Tower, so we deliberately avoided it.

There were also doctors at the scene, who were taking care of the injured guard, but now they all rushed towards the body of the severed finger guard.

To be honest, I'm more proficient in autopsies than these doctors, and I know what doctors will conclude after looking at a corpse.

The corpse of the severed finger prison guard is a little stinky, and even the appearance of green corpse spots shows that he has been dead for a long time, and he definitely did not die just now. This also indirectly proves that the confession I made the night before was correct, and the severed finger prison guard did die in a mass grave.

The head of the prison guard had a very bad face, and while the doctor examined him, he beckoned the four of us to come to his side together.

The drug lord must have told me what had just happened, but it was obvious that the head of the prison guard didn't believe it, and we didn't exaggerate anything, and we talked about what happened to you and me.

The drug lord nodded his head in agreement, and there was a small movement, touching his cheek.

I guess he must feel that this slap is a loss. But who let him run away so actively? If you want me to say, this slap is really deserved.

After hearing this, the head of the prison guard still had a bad face, in fact, it was not only him, it was estimated that everyone was blindfolded.

The four of us are working in the Soul Searching Tower, and now we've found the body of the severed finger guard, no matter how bizarre it is, and we won't have much to do next.

The head of the prison guard beckoned to a few of his men, which meant to take us back to Prison B first.

The four of us dragged on when we came, and we had to be pushed by the guards, but when we got back, we walked so fast that the guards who were watching us warned us to slow down.

There was nothing wrong with the road, and when we entered the prison area, the four of us divided into three groups and went to our own cells.

While we were away, many of the prisoners had been waiting at the door, and now they were clamoring for the boss to come back. Iron Donkey and I ignored this, and responded a few times with cold hands, and the drug lord changed his timid style just now, but became able to blow.

It is estimated that when he returns to the cell, he will definitely exaggerate the experience just now, so that his little brothers can have a long experience.

After I came to the cell with the iron donkey, I sat down in the bunk and chatted for a while, but it was just a casual chat, the meaning of the iron donkey, the most important thing at the moment, was to contact the old cripple first, and set out the road map of the A prison area.

I don't have a problem with this, we are both masters who have experienced strong winds and waves, and we didn't think too much about cutting off the corpse of the prison guard, so we both climbed into the bed and fell asleep.

We have to wait for tomorrow, the first day before the prison break.