Hearing this, Wang Jun also asked suspiciously, "Hasn't there been an accident in this cell?"

Hearing this, the tattooed man looked at the bald head with a smile, and the others did the same. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info bald head touched his head, "That thing found me a few days ago, and I don't know what's going on, after taking a sip of me, it ran away." ”

"Ran away?"

"yes, I just ran away, and I ran to the opposite cell. Wang Jun was also stunned, "What happened?"

The tattooed man smiled, "The bald head doesn't rinse his mouth every day, he has bad breath, and even the monster doesn't want to suck his yang energy." That's why he put the cup at the head of the bed and pretended to rinse his mouth every day. ”

"Haha..." The bald head turned embarrassed, and laughter rang out in the cell.

After a while, footsteps sounded in the corridor, and the tattooed man hurriedly urged: "Hurry up and sleep, the patrol is coming." ”

The bald head glanced outside the cell, then returned to his bed.

Nothing to say all night...

At six o'clock in the morning, everyone got up and went out to wash their faces and rinse their mouths. The rest of the cells were all arranged to work outside, but only the first person returned to the cell after washing his face and mouth. Just waiting for lunch to start.

Wang Junyi also asked why they didn't have to work, and the tattooed man said that they were all repeat offenders, and the prison guards would not arrange for them to work in order to have less work.

At half past eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the meal started on time.

The people in cell A all came to the cafeteria, and with the economic development, the food in the cell became better and better. There are many people who don't have food to eat, and they will choose to commit small things and be sent to prison.

Eating and drinking in prison is much better than living outside without a meal.

"Hey, boy, can you hurry up, what are you doing, don't you know we're hungry?" Wang Junyi was also cooking, and was suddenly pushed, and all the food in his hand was spilled on the ground.

"Haha..."

Seeing that Wang Junyi's food was spilled, there was a burst of laughter from behind. Wang Junyi shook his head helplessly, glanced at the person who was cooking, and said, "Each person can only cook once..."

"Get out of the way..." The people behind pushed Wang Junyi again, and Wang Junyi stood very steady this time, but his body shook a little. He looked back and saw five or six Kill Matt standing behind him, all street thugs.

Usually I take pleasure in bullying the weak, and a few days ago I beat up a high school student and seriously injured him, so I was sent here.

Wang Junyi looked at these killers with a faint smile, and a few killers felt cold. Suddenly, Wang Junyi grabbed a red-haired head and pressed him against the food on the ground, "Since you're hungry, then I'll let you eat a little first..."

"Ahem..." The red-haired head was stepped on by Wang Junyi, his face was pressed to the ground, and his mouth was tightly closed.

"You don't want to live anymore, do you?"

"Yo yo, who is this, so dragged that even the people in our number dare to bully. The tattooed man and the bald head walked up together, and the red-haired companion glanced at the tattooed man and the bald head, and shouted, "Who are you guys?"

"Smack..."

The bald head raised his hand and gave the talking killer Matt a slap, and he couldn't find the north when he fanned him.

"You..."

"You're looking for a beating. The bald head stared at a few killers viciously, and when a few killers saw that the other prisoners had moved out of the way, they looked scared of the two, and their hearts began to beat drums.

Wang Junyi stepped on the red-haired head and said coldly: "Aren't you very hungry?

The harder the red hair struggled, the harder Wang Junyi stepped on it.

"Who's making trouble here?"

The prison guard walked over slowly, saw the red hair that was trampled under Wang Junyi's feet, and then took out his baton and glared at Wang Junyi, "Boy, it's you who make trouble, let him go quickly." ”

Wang Jun also looked directly at the prison guard, but the soles of his feet were getting tighter and tighter...

"Boy, didn't you hear me?"

"I heard that, but why should I listen to you?" the tattooed man and the bald head glanced at each other, and the two walked over with a smile, picked up Wang Junyi and went to the seat. The tattooed man said: "Brother, what are you doing, be careful that these bastards detain you alone, you will be guilty at that time." ”

"Oh, that's right. Hearing Wang Junye's lukewarm answer, the tattooed man said: "Brother, listen to my brother's advice, you have offended someone, it won't take long to go out, don't make trouble for yourself again." ”

"Okay, I got it!"

The bald head went to get another dinner plate, served the rice, and put it in front of Wang Junyi, and the other few had some dishes and put them on Wang Junyi's dinner plate.

After eating, the group returned to their cells. On the way back to the cell, Wang Jun also saw a newspaper and took one of them.

Wang Jun was also half-lying on the bed, reading the news in the newspaper.

This is the case of the university town that happened yesterday afternoon, and the deceased looked hideous and terrifying, with bulging eyes, dry whole body, and obvious wounds on his abdomen. Wang Jun also took a closer look, it should have been caught by sharp claws.

If it weren't for the fact that the deceased was wearing stockings and short skirts, looking at the current appearance, it might not be possible to distinguish between men and women.

According to the death of the deceased, Wang Jun also had a rough idea in his heart.

It shouldn't be a demon who kills people, if it's a demon, it will only suck out people's essence. So... It could be a ghost or a corpse. If it is a ghost, it should not be killed so early, unless there is a grudge against the deceased.

If there is a grudge, kill it directly and suck out the soul of the deceased, there is no need to suck the essence of the deceased's whole body before the deceased dies.

So... Most likely a corpse!

Wang Jun also folded the newspaper, and it seemed that he had to go out as soon as possible. I hope that Liu Jun can't contact him, so he will find someone to ask. The inmates in cell A are the most comfortable, and at the same time the most boring.

The comfortable ones are tattooed men, and the boring ones are Wang Junyi.

He was worried about another murder in the university town, so he was very anxious. The more anxious I am, the more I feel that time is moving slowly.

A long day has finally passed...

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the tattooed men were all asleep, and in a few moments, the sound of gentle breathing sounded in the cell. Wang Jun didn't sleep, he wanted to see the true face of the black cloak.

Knock···

The quartz clock on the hallway wall rang, and it was twelve o'clock in the night!

Wang Jun was also half-lying, leaning against the wall, looking out of the cell. After almost a quarter of an hour, the black cloak was not seen. Wang Jun was also a little anxious in his heart, could it be that the black cloak was afraid and didn't dare to come?

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came, and Wang Jun also owed his body, holding his breath and staring at the outside of the cell.

Sure enough, the black cloak still came. The black cloak walked to the front of the cell, glanced at cell A, and then flashed into the opposite cell, and walked to the bedside of the man he had smoked last night.

Wang Jun also got out of bed, walked to the door, and shook the iron door...

The black cloak was startled, and looked up sharply, he directly gave up smoking the man, passed through the iron gate, and pounced on Wang Junyi.

Seeing this, Wang Jun also smiled, "I've been waiting for you!"

Wang Jun also swung his tail with a move, turned his body, stretched out his palm, grabbed the arm of the black cloak, and slammed it into the iron door.

Bang Dang···

The sound of crispness echoed through the silence of the prison, but none of the inmates in the cell dared to open their eyes to see what was going on. They had all seen the black cloak, and they had seen the dead. Although there are death row prisoners, they don't want to die so ugly.