85_85558 Then he drunkenly asked me to drink with him. Think of me as the person he confides in!

Then, he finally saw through me. Just when he wanted to kill me to get revenge, I succeeded in convincing him.

In the end, by now, he has become my only confidant in this prison!

Isn't all this the fate of the legend? Isn't it the friendship that people often say is the most cherished? It can even be said that it is hazy......

When Fan Xiaoqi thought of this, he couldn't help but shiver a little, and his whole body trembled slightly.

One of the soldiers escorting Fan Xiaoqi quickly sensed his tiny and strange amplitude, and immediately asked him in a hoarse voice, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Oh, no, nothing. I'm just ......" Fan Xiaoqi panicked at the soldier's sudden shout. But fortunately, he quickly calmed down, and quickly made up the reason with his brilliant brain, and replied with a smile: "I just feel a little cold!"

"Hehe, don't be afraid, we're just going to divide you up. I won't do anything to you. Another soldier next to him thought he was timid. So, I smiled and comforted him.

Damn, am I so daring? You underestimate me too much......

Although Fan Xiaoqi secretly complained in his stomach, he didn't dare to show it on his face. He just pretended to be shy and giggled in response.

So, the two sturdy soldiers continued to escort Fan Xiaoqi all the way forward, walking through n strict and simple corridors, halls, small halls, and up and down stairs, and brought him to another iron door that looked relatively wide and stopped.

After that, a soldier temporarily let go of Fan Xiaoqi's arm, walked forward quickly, and took out the key to open the iron door.

Fan Xiaoqi hurriedly stretched out his head to take a look inside, only to see that the prison inside was similar to the prison where he and Jiang Rong lived. The walls looked fairly neat, and there were a few slightly worn beds next to the wall. Judging from the size and beds of the room, it was much larger than the cell he and Jiang Rong lived in.

However, just as he wanted to take a closer look at the situation in the room, the soldier standing behind him pushed him hard behind the cell. Fan Xiaoqi was then wheeled into the cell, which was slightly larger than the one he used to live in.

"Alright, you can live with them from now on. A soldier stood at the door and said to Fan Xiaoqi in a commanding tone.

With that, the two soldiers closed the iron door again, and after locking it, they walked away with a light step.

During the time they left, Fan Xiaoqi hurriedly looked around the environment around the new cell, which he had just had time to read. This cell was clearly much larger than the previous one in terms of size. The four walls, the top of the wall, and the floor are also made of rough stone. The walls are mostly clean. Like the previous cell, this slightly larger cell is the same, with a small window open in the open space of the 'Blackwater Island Sky Prison'. Immediately against the walls on either side, there are three slightly old wooden beds on each side, for a total of six beds.

All but one of the six beds was empty. At this time, two prisoners were sleeping in their beds, and one of them seemed to be awakened by his sudden arrival. So, sitting on the bed, looking at him with a slightly unhappy look. There seems to be some xenophobic emotions in his eyes.

Three other people, one of them, a tall, stocky, somewhat chubby prisoner, was sitting on the edge of the bed leisurely reading a book. The prisoner didn't seem to be too affected by Fan Xiaoqi's arrival, just glanced at him lightly, then lowered his head again, and focused on the book in his hand. The other two were sitting on the same bed, playing a game of throwing stoppers with great interest.

One of them was a sturdy man, a little taller, dark-skinned, with a shaved little flat head and a rather distinctive goatee on his chin. The prisoner looked a bit like the black American athlete it is now. The one sitting across from him was a prisoner of ordinary stature and appearance, who would quickly forget him after one glance.

When the two of them saw Fan Xiaoqi's arrival, they temporarily stopped the game and kept looking him up and down with a curious and puzzled gaze.

Fan Xiaoqi estimated that the empty bed should be reserved for him. So, with a polite smile on his two prisoners who were constantly watching, he walked slowly towards the empty bed and sat down on the edge of it.

"You, new here?" One of the two prisoners playing with the stopper, the black and strong prisoner with a lot of personality, broke the silence and whispered to Fan Xiaoqi.

Fan Xiaoqi glanced at the prisoner who was questioning. He and his companion were found, still at this time, sitting on the bed looking at him with curious eyes, and waiting for his reply.

So Fan Xiaoqi smiled slightly, nodded and replied, "Yes, I, I just arrived last night." ”

"Oh. The dark-skinned prisoner who had just questioned nodded to him. Then the two prisoners slowly turned their faces at the same time and began to play with the plug on the bed again.

At this time, in order to pass the boring time, Fan Xiaoqi remembered a few books he had brought with him. So, he slowly took them out of his clothes, and selected the large-scale 'love story collection' that he loved to read, and slowly flipped through them.

However, just as he was about to enter the beautiful fantasy state of one of the stories, the sound of questioning sounded in his ears again.

"Hey, hey......" the dark-skinned prisoner who played with the plug shouted to Fan Xiaoqi again.

Fan Xiaoqi, who was interrupted by his shouting, had to stop reading, and raised his head a little impatiently to look at him.

Seeing that Fan Xiaoqi had already heard his own shout, the dark-skinned prisoner just now then asked, "...... What crime have you committed?" was a question that should have been cautious, but it seemed so relaxed in the prisoner's mouth.

Fan Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment by this sudden, reckless but not over-the-top question. Then, he replied calmly: "They say I have killed people!"

After listening to Fan Xiaoqi's answer, which was enough to startle the average person, the prisoner and his accomplice were not surprised at all, and asked in a relaxed tone: "Oh, how many?" Then, he continued to play with the stopper, while waiting for Fan Xiaoqi's answer.

I said I killed someone, and you can still be so easy...... Could it be that the people in this room are murderers like me!

Thinking of this, Fan Xiaoqi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated a lot. But then, he eased his mind a little, and continued to pretend to be calm and replied, "Well, four." I didn't kill them, though. It's ......"

"What are you afraid of, it's only four!" the dark-skinned prisoner interrupted Fan Xiaoqi's explanation in an unusually relaxed tone and comforted him. Then, he continued to shake the plug in his hand a few times, and threw the plug out at high speed. After seeing the points of the plug clearly, he patted his thigh and called out softly with joy on his face: "Okay, open three big ones in a row." I'm winning again!"

Seeing this, the mediocre-looking prisoner who was playing with him had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, and sighed and said, "Hey, why have you been so lucky lately?" After speaking, he reluctantly grabbed a handful of a few copper coins placed beside him and put them in front of the dark-skinned prisoner.

Just when Fan Xiaoqi thought that the dark-skinned prisoner and his conversation were over, he lowered his head and prepared to continue flipping through his 'Anthology of Love Stories'. The dark-skinned prisoner's voice rang out again.

"You know what? Pretty much everybody in our house has killed someone. The dark-skinned prisoner explained in a relaxed tone as he continued to stare intently at the high-speed spinning stopper in his hand.

Oh my God, it was exactly what I expected......

After hearing this, Fan Xiaoqi's heart sank again. After putting down the book in his hand and thinking about it, he tentatively asked the dark-skinned prisoner who was chatting with him, "So speaking of which, the number of people I have killed is not the largest here?"

"Not really. The dark-skinned prisoner, continuing to play with the plug in his hand, said, "I've killed six. ”

"Ah!" Fan Xiaoqi was shocked after hearing this, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Him. The dark-skinned prisoner paused for a moment, pointed to his companion who was playing a game of stoppers, and said, "He killed two." Moreover, they are all women. ”

The companion he pointed to, after hearing this, not only did not feel the slightest displeasure, but also deliberately turned his face with a smile and beckoned to Fan Xiaoqi. It seems that he is still proud of his crime.

Oh my God, this, who live with me......

"This fat man, like you, has killed four people. The dark-skinned prisoner turned and pointed to the tall, strong, fat prisoner who was concentrating on reading.

So, Fan Xiaoqi looked in the direction of his finger. I saw that the chubby prisoner continued to look at the book in his hand without moving after hearing this introduction.

It seems that killing people is no longer a thrilling event for them. It's like slaughtering a pig or killing a sheep, and it's just a trivial thing that can't be ordinary anymore.

Before Fan Xiaoqi could sigh further in his heart, the dark-skinned prisoner continued to speak his astonishing words.

"The two who slept on the bed. The little guy was a bandit gang before he came in. He hadn't killed anyone, but the bandit gang he was in was too strong and raging everywhere. Once he accidentally fell behind the team and was caught by the officers and soldiers, and he came here. The dark-skinned prisoner smiled with interest, then pointed to the other prisoner sleeping on the bed, and continued: "He's the one who sleeps on the bed with a big beard. Guess how many people he has killed?" After speaking, he showed Fan Xiaoqi a look of surprise that he thought would make Fan Xiaoqi unexpected.

Fan Xiaoqi was stunned by this sudden question. Then, after a little thought, he replied, "Well, I see...... I don't think he'll kill any less than you. I should have killed seven or eight. It's impossible to say if you kill ten people!" Fan Xiaoqi finished speaking, revealing a calm and calm demeanor, thinking that he couldn't make a mistake.

"Hahaha!" the dark-skinned prisoner laughed.

The prisoner, who sat across from him and played with him, also chuckled.

After a pause in laughter, the dark-skinned prisoner continued, "I'll tell you, don't be afraid. ”

Fan Xiaoqi looked at him with a confused expression, blinked his puzzled eyes, and waited for his answer.

So, the dark-skinned prisoner's eyes widened deliberately, and he made a frightening expression, and said, "He killed, more than forty people!" As he said the last few words, his voice suddenly increased a lot, and at the same time raised his voice sharply by two scales.

"Ah?!" Fan Xiaoqi was really taken aback by him after his astonishing words. As he screamed, he shrank violently on his bed, almost rolling to the ground.

"This, this ......" Fan Xiaoqi said half-lying and half-sitting on the bed, a little trembling and slurred.

Seeing that Fan Xiaoqi was frightened like this, the dark-skinned prisoner and his accomplice glanced at each other and smiled even more happily.

"Ouch, this and this ......" Fan Xiaoqi sat up, calmed the expression on his face a little, and asked in a low tentative voice: "He, he killed so many people." So, it should be sentenced to death or a suspended death, right?"

"It stands to reason that it should be, but, for some unknown reason, the officer here only sentenced him, the same life sentence as us. The dark-skinned prisoner replied, continuing to maintain a smile on his face that had not yet faded.

After hearing this, Fan Xiaoqi showed a look of surprise and puzzlement again.

Just when several people were enthusiastically discussing the 'best murderer' in this cell, the 'best murderer' with a big beard on his chin raised his somewhat dirty hands, twisted up and down with his posture, stretched a large lazy waist, and at the same time opened his mouth that was hidden deep by the beard, and yawned a long wayn.

Then, he slowly sat up from the bed.

Fan Xiaoqi looked at the 'best murderer' in this cell with a curious gaze.

The prisoner was in his mid-30s. Tall, Fan Xiaoqi secretly estimated that if he stood up, he should probably be about one hundred and eighty centimeters. His hair was unkempt and his face was covered in dirt. Dressed in a simple and shabby light yellow coarse cloth trousers. It seems that I haven't taken a shower for a month and haven't changed my clothes