Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Bet
After eating, He Ying returned to the cell.
It was the same prison guard who opened the door.
With the note left by the black mouse, He Ying is now skeptical of everyone.
He had observed this prison guard, who was tall and powerful, with a low brim of his cap, and some of them did not want to show his true face.
And he didn't talk much, every time he spoke extremely concisely, he walked away without any superfluous movements.
Could he be a black rat...... Leave it to doubt.
He Ying flipped through his quilt, but the black mouse did not leave any more notes.
Explain that he should not look for himself again until he completes this task.
Lay out the quilt and take a nap.
Here, he didn't dare to sleep too hard at night, and if he didn't pay attention, he might have to wipe someone's neck.
Now that he has offended the three big guys, they will attack him at any time.
After sleeping for about two hours, He Ying came out of the cell and swayed to the playground outside.
Old Zhong was still reading with his glasses on his glasses as usual, and the stubble youth was sitting at his feet, his eyes scanning everyone like torches.
He Ying came to a stone staircase where no one was there and sat down, and in less than three minutes, everyone's eyes gathered again.
"Is he going to challenge Liang Dahai and Zhao Silong? Threatened to be the boss? ”
"Yes, I heard that they made a bet, bet with Zhao Silong that if they can leave the prison within three days, Zhao Silong will support him as the boss, and bet with Liang Dahai that if they can stand in front of him within three days, you still can't hear Liang Dahai's words? This is obviously to mess with him, tsk, think about the people who offended Liang Dahai before, I'm afraid the corpse has already been fed to the sewer rats. ”
"That's not necessarily, he's a black rat, who can win a black rat?"
"Okay, okay, don't guess here, Zhao Silong opened a gambling mouth, ten times the odds, instead of saying it with his mouth here, it's better to bet, how about it, get rich overnight this time, don't miss it."
"Really? Then I'll have to check it out. ”
The news of Zhao Silong's gambling mouth spread ten, hundreds, and soon spread to everyone's ears, and everyone rushed to the canteen.
On the stone steps of the playground, the stubble young man looked at the figure of everyone rushing away, turned around and asked Lao Zhong, "Do we want to go?" ”
Lao Zhong slowly put down the books in his hand and took off his reading glasses: "You can go and join in the fun, after all, it hasn't been so lively for a long time." ”
The stubble youth nodded, stood up, and then asked, "Then who do we press to win?" They? Or is he? ”
Lao Zhong looked at He Ying, who was lonely opposite, thought for two seconds and said, "Press him." ”
The stubble youth was puzzled: "Ten times the odds." ”
"That's what weighs him down, too."
The stubble youth hesitated for a second, but he complied, raising his heels behind the group.
At this moment, on the second floor of the canteen, five or six younger brothers under Zhao Silong had already taken paper and pen to register the bettors one by one, and each registration received the money in their hands.
Nothing is more direct and stimulates people's nerves than money coming in.
Until dinner in the evening, all the prisoners have finished placing bets, and the younger brother counts that all the amounts add up to tens of thousands.
And there were only seven or eight people who pressed He Ying, these people were all neutrals, and they bet just to join in the fun, and two of them were Lao Zhong and Hu Stubble Youth.
The rest, all of which are pressed by Liang Dahai and Zhao Silong, of which Zhao Silong has the highest number of bets.
in the monitoring room.
The warden was smoking a cigarette, sitting in a chair with his legs crossed, staring at the surveillance screen.
After smoking a cigarette, he pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, squinted his eyes and said, "It's been a long time since it's been so lively, not bad...... Have you placed a bet? ”
At the table, there stood the prison guard.
The guard lowered the brim of his hat and shook his head.
"It's a pity, otherwise I'll have been able to get your money."
The prison warden stood up and straightened his clothes, raised his feet and went out, in a very good mood: "Let's go, according to the rules, pay 10 percent of the handling fee, and collect the money." ”
……
After dinner, He Ying went to the toilet and returned to the cell.
As soon as the prison guard left, he saw the old clock sitting on the opposite side of the wall and said with a smile: "It seems that there are not many people who press you." ”
He Ying raised his head and smiled back: "You are also among them, aren't you." ”
Lao Zhong said: "This little money, if it's gone, it's gone, it's harmless." ”
"But if you win, you'll make a lot of money."
Old Zhong smiled even brighter.
He was even more convinced that he would not lose this bet.
Lao Zhong became interested: "I don't think you're a black rat, of course, I don't think you're an ordinary person." ”
A pun intended.
"My name is Zhong Chengdao, you can also call me Lao Zhong, his name is Zhong Yi."
Old Zhong pointed to the stubble youth.
He Ying nodded.
"I used to be a teacher, I fell in love with a madman, and I ended up going crazy too."
Lao Zhong recalled, "Maybe this is fate, before I went crazy, I felt that the world was unfair, the oppression of my boss, the embarrassment of life, and the degradation of morality, which made me disappointed in this world again and again." ”
"But after I went crazy, I suddenly felt that all this is fair, good people can become bad people, bad people can become good people, people who go to prison are not necessarily bad people, and people who donate money on TV are not necessarily good people."
He Ying was silent.
"The reason why I pressure you to win is not 100% sure that you will win, but because I want to see the anxious, restless, angry faces of those in power, and for me, it is worth the money to buy them to perform like monkeys."
is really worthy of being a reader, talking one after another......
"And what about the madman you fell in love with?"
Lao Zhong replied lightly: "It's dead, I killed it with my own hands." ”
“……”
"This prison is like hell for you, because here you don't see light, you don't see hope, you only live in fear day after day, but in my opinion, this is heaven, and if I could, I would rather stay here for the rest of my life."
"Does a black rat or a white rat matter? Brave enough, smart enough, you and I are black rats. ”
The last sentence is meaningful......
After saying a few more words, Zhong Yi served the old bell and fell asleep.
As soon as He Ying lay down, he heard the prison guard walk to the door, open the cell door, look at himself, and then turn to leave.
Yes, the door is just open.
He Ying knew that something must have found her.
When I put on my shoes and went out, I saw the prison guard standing at the entrance of the corridor and pointing in the direction of the public bath.
He Ying turned on his perverted hearing, and immediately heard the sound of conversation coming from the public bathroom.
He Ying walked up to the prison guards and said, "How much money did they give you?" ”
The prison guard glanced at He Ying, and then stretched out a finger: "One thousand." ”
He Ying was slightly surprised, not to mention, these prisoners are quite rich.
When I got to the public bathhouse, as soon as I entered, the guards locked the door.
It's for fear that I'll run away.
When He Ying entered, he raised his eyes and saw seven or eight strong men gathered together, each holding a short knife and iron rod in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth.
The person at the head is the little brother of Liang Dahai who blocked the staircase at noon today.
He Ying understood that Liang Dahai wanted to make himself unable to stand in front of him in three days.
Seeing them rushing towards him with short knives and iron rods, He Ying shook his head helplessly, why bother, he had already shot twice, and they still couldn't understand it? Is it just that?