An oil lamp hung from the cold, pitch black, indifferent wall.

There were no prisoners in the wooden pen, and the wide wooden pen looked deserted.

There are no prisoners in this cell?

There are many people who break the law in the world, why are there no prisoners?

The cell guards here were drinking under the dim oil lamp, looking disgusted and bored.

But he must wait here, because this is the public gate, and the public gate may be even more intolerable than the rivers and lakes.

As long as it is an order, it must be obeyed, it must be done, if you don't do it, you will lose your head, and if you don't do it well, it will be easy to lose your head.

The cell boss seemed to be going crazy, but he could only go crazy like this, and there was no other choice.

"There will be a lot of prisoners today."

He slowly recalled this sentence, this crazy word, but also the word of command.

So he just waited, waited for the coming prisoners.

The wine has gradually faded, and the peanuts on the table have gradually decreased, and the peanut skin has gradually left.

The cell boss didn't want to wait any longer for this madman, this madman who could go crazy at any time.

But he was falling asleep, and the jar was shaking on the table, and the wine was empty.

Hongyan looked at the cell head, and there was a look of pity in his eyes.

He laughed and slammed the jar on the cell leader's body, and the cell boss suddenly woke up.

But there was no trace of anger on his face, just a soft sigh, and then he opened the prison door.

And all the people went in, and these people may not have broken the law, but now they are criminals, and as long as they are criminals, they will be locked up.

No one resisted, they were like sheep returning from a long day's journey.

Hongyan smiled and stared at the cell head, "Are you uncomfortable that you have no one to accompany you?" ”

The cell boss nodded, but shook his head again.

Nodding is true, shaking the head is even more true.

Hongyan smiled and stared at the prisoner who was locked up, showing his face. "You see, it's like a prison cell."

The cell boss was silent, already touching the wine jar, there was no wine jar on the table, only a few peanut skins, the dark red skins motionless under the oil lamp.

Hongyan pointed to the prisoner in the prison and smiled even more happily. "From now on, you are the king here, and they will do whatever you tell them to do."

The cell boss looked at Hongyan, "What about you?" ”

Hongyan smiled, "I won't fight with you, only you can do this, I can't do it." ”

The cell boss sighed, his mouth already bitter.

A kind of bitterness that is extremely lonely and empty.

"Why didn't you just kill me?"

When this sentence came out, it not only surprised Hongyan a little, but also surprised the prisoners in the cell.

Why would the cell boss say such a thing? Do you have your own sadness that is difficult to describe?

Hongyan smiled, "You can't die, if you die, there will be no one to take care of my Hongyan." ”

The cell boss stared at everyone in the cell, and a very strange expression appeared in his eyes, an expression that was difficult to see.

An expression of three points of ridicule, three parts of pity, three parts of fear, and one part of disgust.

The cell boss knelt down and pleaded sincerely, "You better kill me, I really don't want to do it anymore." ”

Hongyan smiled and smiled helplessly, "But without you, I really can't." ”

The cell boss stared at the people in the cell, "They are also human beings, they will definitely do a good job, I don't want to stay any longer." ”

Hongyan seemed to be tired and walked out.

The cell leader's eyes gradually became very dim and weak.

They watched Hongyan walk out, and they breathed a sigh of relief, as if they felt that this was very safe, and it was not as bad as imagined in the rivers and lakes.

This cell is far more lovely than the legend suggests.

But who can guarantee that it will always be like this, and the end of the door is outside.

It was getting dark outside, and the night was falling on the earth, and the chill was getting more intense.

The cold wind blew in with a chill, and the sound was like the crying and sad wailing of the ghosts of hell.

The cell boss was already trembling under the oil lamp, as if he was terrified of something?

Why is there only one jailer here, and why is it so dark? Did something happen?

Is this a prison cell for the government?

They had seen Hongyan walk in, carrying a wooden box.

He didn't come in, the smell of food, vegetables, and wine had drifted in, and someone's stomach was already screaming, obviously rebelling.

Hongyan didn't look at them and took out the wine and food.

I didn't look at the head of the cell, but looked at the people in the cell, as if I was looking forward to it.

No one knows what he expects? This madman's style is not what normal people want.

The cell leader's eyes already showed a look of fear.

No one understands what he fears? He was so frightened that he couldn't eat or eat.

Hongyan seemed to have seen through the cell leader's thoughts, and patted him on the shoulder, "It's not the first time for you, so why should you ......." ”

The cell boss glanced at him, but there was a very dark look of disgust in his eyes.

He immediately slapped open the mud seal, the smell of wine was overwhelming, and he immediately drank vigorously in his arms and jar, without eating any food.

Because he was so frightened, he really needed the impact of soju.

The cold soju quickly flowed into his stomach, and his person became no longer afraid, and he no longer knew what fear was.

His eyes were hazy and glazed.

Then he smiled blankly, staring at the people in the cell with a smile, and his eyes showed indescribable pity.

Hongyan ignored him, quietly took out the small wine glass and small wine jug, quietly poured wine, and drank quietly.

He took a sip of wine, ate a few peanuts, ate a few peanuts, and took a sip of wine.

I don't know how long I drank, and then I lifted the wine jar on the table high and smashed it into the cell, "I want it, go quickly." ”

The cell boss struggled to get up and walked out.

After walking back and forth three times, bringing back three coffins, everyone looked at the coffin and became nervous, and no one understood why this person brought the coffin here and what he was doing? What's inside?

The look of pity in the cell leader's eyes was even stronger.

Then he reclined in the corner, shivering slowly, and stared at the coffin, but there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

I don't know if it's a ridicule of myself or a ridicule of others? In any case, the cause of this expression is almost there.

Hongyan kicked the chopsticks between her teeth, then licked her lips, stood up, walked to the coffin, and stroked the coffin.

His eyes gradually became very excited and crazy, but his brows were furrowed, as if there was something unrealized.

In the end, he left the three coffins, although he was very reluctant, and his face was full of helplessness.

He let out a long sigh and patted the cell boss on the shoulder, "I'll go out for a while, you be nice." ”

The cell boss nodded dementedly, then lay down on the table as if asleep.

What was in the coffin, a dead man? Is it a wild ghost? Or some mysterious toy?

Why did this man suddenly go away? What did he go to do?

The oil lamps on the walls flickered slowly, like ghostly fires floating in hell, eerie, weird, and evil.

A dozen people seemed to be going crazy, but they couldn't go crazy, they had tried their best to control themselves, trying their best to make their bodies and souls stable and calm.

Because there may be a life-and-death game, and if you don't control yourself well, it will be easy to die and part.

The icy wind was blowing, and the chill became heavier.

The color of loneliness is even stronger.

The cold, high moonlight with cold stars scattered around the side.

Yang Qing raised her head and stared at Wusheng, who stood upright like a lifeless stone statue, and the stone statue was silent.

The fire was dim, the dim light of the fire flickered, and the stone cheeks became indescribably cold and unforgiving.

The willow ecstasy hangs its head, as if it has fallen asleep, as if it has fallen into a dream, ecstasy and happiness in another world.

The carriage shook suddenly, only once, and there was nothing strange about it.

Liu ecstasy suddenly raised his head, lifted the thick curtain, and stared at the old coachman, who was still driving the carriage.

He may spend his whole life in the car, being someone else's old driver.

Whether this matter is comfortable or uncomfortable, he will silently accept it and accept this arrangement of fate.

The moonlight shone on his face, and there was no trace of grief or sorrow on his face.

He is obviously a smart man, easily satisfied, easy to obey the arrangement of fate, and will not resist fate and make senseless sacrifices.

Liu ecstasy lowered the curtain, and then turned her head to stare at Wusheng, her expression unchanged.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, staring and poking at the curtain like a spear, as if to pierce the curtain alive.

Then he nodded, and did not speak.

Liu Ecstasy nodded, and then reclined in the corner, gradually falling asleep.

The light of the fire gradually swayed more violently, and the carriage was not so stable, was the old coachman too tired?

Yang Qing took a sip of wine, not particularly caring about this, her mind seemed to have merged with the wine jar, and she didn't want to think about other things.

What about lifeless?

Wusheng still stood like a stone statue, silent like a stone statue, and the light of the furnace fire was already flashing in his empty eyes.

The bumpy carriage finally stopped, and the thick curtain was finally lifted.

The lifeless stone statue walked out, standing on the ground like a stone statue, but turned back to face the carriage, "You don't have to come down. ”

Yang Qing lifted the curtain and looked at it, and was about to cry out in surprise.

Liu Ecstasy covered her mouth and pulled her back.

An oil lamp hung over the cold, dark, indifferent wall, and under the oil lamp fell asleep, clutching a peanut in his hand.

The wine jar on the table was empty, and a few simple side dishes.

The chains on the bars were dull, as if they were surrounded by poisonous snakes from hell.

There are three coffins on the side of the wooden fence, the old, quaint wood, without a trace of luster under the oil lamp, looks extremely gloomy and extremely weird.

It's a prison cell.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue was silent.

There was no trace of surprise in his empty eyes, not a trace of doubt, staring and poking at the old coachman like a gun.

The old coachman still had a smile on his face, but there was no dementia, no trace of dementia, no honest smile.

What was the reason for his smile?

There was a smile in the eyes, a warm, gentle smile.

The shackles in his hands clanged, and the icy cold wind blew in the distance, as if it was a signal that the black and white impermanence of hell invited the dead.

Gentle smile, cold shackles.

This man is obviously not the old coachman? He stared at Lifeless's hand, staring at the gun in Lifeless's hand.

Pale hands, pitch-black guns.

The man tore the delicate mask off his cheek, revealing another person.

"It's really not easy to find you."

"You're a red face?"

Hongyan smiled, "Yes." ”

"Do you now think I'm your prisoner?"

Hongyan nodded.

"Think of me as your face too?"

Hongyan nodded.

"You're good at taking care of your confidante?"

Hongyan nodded, and the smile in his eyes became stronger.

All the time he was watching, staring and poking at the people in the cell like a gun.

The dozen or so big men in the cell obviously knew him, and some of them couldn't help but greet Wusheng, indicating that they had a relationship with each other.

Wusheng didn't seem to see it, as if he was too lazy to see it.

The cold, dark, indifferent walls were flickering with oil lamps flickering again, and the shackles in their hands clanged.

The two horses were neighing softly, as if upset.

The cell was dark, damp and eerie, and the smile on Hongyan's face fluttered, fluttering with joy and joy in his heart.

No one knows what rejoices and rejoices in him.

This crazy face must have something crazy to bring to others.