I saw that in the storage cabinet, there were a few books that were already old and yellowed. Fan Xiaoqi carefully took out these books and quickly checked them. I found that they were all a few idle books. Two of them were similar to our magazines today, with a lot of poetry and essays, short jokes, household common sense, and the like.

There is also a 'cultivation manual', at first Fan Xiaoqi thought that he had found a martial arts secret book similar to the 'Nine Yin True Scripture' in Jin Yong's novel, but then he took a closer look and realized that it only recorded some very basic exercises for self-cultivation and cultivation, and the most profound cultivation method did not exceed the third order.

The other is the book Fan Xiaoqi wants the most. It was a collection of stories similar to what we now have romance novels. This book is a full 350 pages thick (you know, under the premise of backward paper-making technology in ancient prehistoric continents, it is rare to find a book with this number of pages.) There are hundreds of romance stories of varying lengths. And most of them, the scale is quite large. But in this way, it just echoed Fan Xiaoqi's appetite.

Desperate to pass the time, Fan Xiaoqi threw two magazines on the only small table in the two-person prison. The other two were taken by him and hidden under his pillow. He thought in his heart that if Jiang Rong found these two books one day in the future, then he said that these two books were his own, and he had carried them with him from the time he was arrested until now.

After successfully processing the few books he had just discovered, Fan Xiaoqi lay on the bed leisurely, with strong interest and infinitely beautiful fantasies, constantly looking at the collection of stories that he couldn't put down.

Time flew by in such a pleasant atmosphere, and before I knew it, two hours had passed. At this moment, he had already forgotten all the horrors he had just received in the torture chamber and the great danger that he would have to face in the near future, being tortured by Yan Bing to extract a confession again.

It is worth mentioning that Fan Xiaoqi not only found the pleasure he was looking forward to in this 'collection of stories', but he also made some quite strange discoveries.

He found that on the innermost page of the book, there were some symbols that he could not understand with a felt pen or a quill pen. There are not many of them, about thirty or so. These strange symbols, which are a bit like the oracle bones we have now, are a bit like drawings. But he couldn't see what the picture was drawing.

Just when he stopped the enjoyable story he was looking at and wanted to carefully study the way to crack these patterns or words, there was another sound of unlocking outside the iron door.

The iron door was quickly opened, and a bearded soldier stood in the doorway, shouting at the two men in a thick voice: "It's time to rest, you two come out quickly." ”

Damn, it looks like we're staying in a five-star hotel in prison this time!

Immediately, Fan Xiaoqi showed joy, pushed Jiang Rong's arm twice, who was still asleep, and shouted softly in his ear: "Jiang Rong, Jiang Rong, hurry up, it's time to herd sheep!"

Jiang Rong slowly opened her eyes and sat up from the bed with a look of pain. Then, while yawning, Fan Xiaoqi asked lazily, "What do you mean by herding sheep?"

"Uh...... What ...... this" Fan Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment when he asked, and then quickly corrected: "It means rest." After saying that, he touched the back of his head embarrassedly and smiled.

"Oh, do you call resting and herding sheep in your hometown?" Jiang Rong's eyes widened, and she said in astonishment: "Interesting, interesting!" After speaking, Jiang Rong laughed heartily.

"Hurry up, hurry up, you two don't have to wait. This break was two quarters of an hour, and it is estimated that it is almost a tenth of the time. The soldier standing at the gate shouted impatiently to the two men.

How much time is that?...... I really regret that I didn't learn Chinese well in the first place.

Just when Fan Xiaoqi was stunned and thinking about this time that he had never used, Jiang Rong replied to the soldier with a smile: "Coming, coming, coming immediately." ”

Then, Jiang Rong stood up with the wound that had not yet recovered, and walked out of the cell with Fan Xiaoqi with an expectant heart.

The bearded soldier immediately took out the key and helped them open the cumbersome handcuffs and anklets. Then, led by the soldier, they walked through several corridors and large and small halls, and stopped at a small hall that was relatively spacious.

In the small hall, there is a circle of simple chairs lined up around the wall, and in the middle there are three or five rows of wooden tables and chairs for eating and leisure. At this time, sitting on these humble tables and chairs, there were two dozen prisoners in handcuffs like them. These guys knew at a glance that they were not good things, and they all looked vicious and had fierce eyes. Especially the two sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked guys sitting in the corner of the wall would let out a disgusting laugh from time to time. There are also the big men sitting in the middle, all of them are strong and fierce, with more or less scars on their faces and limbs, which make people feel afraid when they see them.

"Here it is, that's it. This is one of the entertainment areas on your floor. The soldier pointed to the small hall in front of him with his hand and said.

"Oh!" Fan Xiaoqi nodded and responded.

Jiang Rong continued to observe the environment in the small hall and did not answer.

"After less than two quarters of an hour, when the incense on this table is finished, your rest time will come. The soldier continued.

"Understood. Fan Xiaoqi said as he nodded politely to the soldier.

Then the soldier turned and left, until he reached the intersection of a corridor fifty meters away from the small hall, and stood tall and guarded the safety of the place with several soldiers standing guard with their heads held high.

Fan Xiaoqi and Jiang Rong stood in the small hall, and after observing the environment for a while, they walked together to a simple wooden table and chair in the middle that was relatively free, with only one person sitting.

Sitting at this table was a tall and thin prisoner with a grim face and a long scar on his neck. He was sitting in a simple wooden chair at the table, leisurely flipping through a book. Fan Xiaoqi and Jiang Rong walked to the table and slowly sat down on the two opposite chairs.

Just as they had gotten used to the sensation of the unfamiliar set of tables and chairs, the tall and thin prisoner opened and spoke.

"There's someone here!" said the tall, thin and grim prisoner, as he continued to look at the idle book in his hand.