So Qu Hancheng prefers that this No. 1 prisoner is just a code name, the same as the official position of the prison director.

When the previous Prisoner No. 1 in this dungeon dies, a new Prisoner No. 1 will naturally appear to replace him.

Although there are logical inconsistencies in this detailed study, Qu Hancheng still agrees with the reason he has secretly figured out.

As long as there is a reason, there is no need to delve into the things that make people think about them.

"So how did I get in?"

After thinking for a moment, the man looked at Qu Hancheng again and asked.

"How else can a prisoner be locked in? If you break the law, you will be imprisoned. But those who are imprisoned in such places are generally guilty of very serious laws and bad deeds.

For example, there was a guy above who was escorted to this prison because he slaughtered the people of a village and slaughtered a team of officers and soldiers who were chasing him. ”

When Qu Hancheng said this, his voice said with some anger.

Even if he is locked up here, that guy is not repentant, and the jailers who are guarding him have now changed four batches, and the first three batches have all "died" for various reasons.

"Han Cheng, don't answer him too many questions."

Lao He urged outside the cell door, it was obvious that Lao He and Tang Feihong had not gone far, and were waiting for Qu Hancheng to come out outside the cell door.

"Although you haven't done anything unduly dangerous to me in the past few years, you, the number one prisoner, must have committed a more serious crime.

But what kind of crime can be brought here and become prisoner number one?

Could it be that you murdered the emperor? It's not right, those who commit this kind of thing are generally beheaded on the spot, and the Nine Clans will be punished, how can you still be allowed to live well now. ”

Qu Hancheng scratched his head and muttered a few words as he walked out of the prison door, and at the moment he closed the cell door, he glanced curiously at the man in the cell.

The man was still quietly watching himself.

His black pupils are like an abyss that cannot be seen to the end, but it does not make people feel frightened, but makes people want to find out.

Qu Hancheng inadvertently stared at the man's eyes for more and more time, and the steps under his feet unconsciously approached the man's position, and his thinking began to gradually get lost.

"Han Cheng!"

A roar like thunder suddenly exploded in Qu Hancheng's ears, and then Qu Hancheng's consciousness slowly woke up from the drowsy darkness, and a blurred light appeared in his vision.

Then Lao He's serious and old face appeared in front of Qu Hancheng.

"You've said enough to him."

Lao He said to Qu Hancheng in a deep voice, he looked at the pale man standing in the center of the cell, with a calm face, bowed slightly, and pulled Qu Hancheng out of the cell quickly.

"Lao He, I didn't say anything to him."

Qu Han admitted that he was not satisfied with Lao He's serious and nervous attitude, which can be called a reprimand. He took away Lao He's hand that grabbed his arm, and said a little angrily.

Qu Hancheng thinks that in the past few years since he entered the Fox Shock Prison, he has been conscientious as an ordinary jailer guarding prisoners.

Moreover, he and Tang Feihong were still guarding Biluo, the most dangerous dungeon in the Earthquake Prison, and Qu Hancheng did not make any mistakes.

Of course, he couldn't make any mistakes.

"Han Cheng, since you entered the cell, the torch in my hand has been changed twice, and the torch in your hand has long been extinguished."

Tang Feihong stood in the dark and cold aisle, and the dim fire light emitted by the torch in his hand shone on his slightly timid face, reminding Qu Hancheng to say.

"It's been two quarters of an hour?! No, I remember that time passed quickly. ”

Qu Hancheng said with some surprise, he looked down at his left hand, and indeed as Tang Feihong said, the torch in his hand had long been extinguished.

The torches in their hands were soaked in sticks and covered with grease cloth at the top, and they usually burned for a quarter of an hour, which was enough time for Qu Han to carry them out of the food of the dungeon prisoners.

"Don't underestimate the prisoners in the dungeon, and don't forget how the empty cells in the Bi Landing Prison came from."

Lao He reminded solemnly again.

"Heh, who knows if those news are true or not, at least what I have seen in the past few years is that the prisoners above are far more dangerous than the prisoners below."

Even though Qu Hancheng knew that what Lao He said made some sense, he still sneered and said back.

Lao He saw that Qu Hancheng didn't mean to listen at all, just sighed lightly and shook his head, and walked down the dark and cold aisle alone, walking up the winding stairs leading to the exit.

"Lao He is also kind, let's go, don't stay here."

Tang Feihong glanced at Qu Hancheng and said in a low voice.

"I know he's kind, but his tone is too bad."

Qu Hancheng muttered a few words, but this kind of thing was never taken to his heart for too long, Qu Hancheng still quickly took the extra torch in Tang Feihong's hand and kept up with Lao He's pace.

It was too dark in here, and he didn't want this old fellow to wrestle on the stairs and end up having to carry him out on his own.

Inside the cell.

The man known as Prisoner No. 1 listened silently to the footsteps in the corridor of the cell, and the sound of their conversation outside the cell naturally fell into his ears word for word.

This dungeon is called Biluo.

There are also cells above the dungeon, where other prisoners are kept. There were only three prisoners in this dungeon, and there was only one old man and a woman besides him.

The old man is sixty-one, and the woman is one hundred and seventy-seven.

And he's number one.

The woman was recently sent in, and her prisoner number is one hundred and seventy-seven, so it is possible that the prisoner number is numbered according to the time of imprisonment.

It may also be numbered according to the sequence of cells.

So how long have I been locked up? And the jailer seems to be afraid of himself, and a knife-wielding jailer would be afraid of an unarmed prisoner, which is a completely illogical thing.

Could it be that I still have some background?

As for the little information I had just gotten from the jailer, most of it was about the jailer himself.

For example, three years ago, he had to come to Sangyu Island to work as an ordinary jailer because he was burdened with huge gambling debts in Beiyouzhou, in order to escape from debt collectors and pay off his gambling debts.

The man's brows furrowed slightly, and from the few pieces of information he had received since he woke up, it was difficult for him to sort out a complete path of thought to judge his true origin.

And it doesn't seem like it's over today.

The man looked sideways at the rudimentary bed formed by the pile of hay in the corner of the cell, and the darkness did not interfere with the man's vision.

And he naturally didn't want to criticize this shabby or even bad environment.

Rather, it was because he heard a small creeping sound below, like a worm crawling underground.

Knock knock.

There was a crisp sound of three taps on the floor, and silence returned to the cell.

Time had no idea in the pitch-black cell, and the man didn't know exactly how long he had been waiting. Until he heard the sound of the floor moving again, and the slight rubbing of the hay.

Suddenly, the movements came to a halt, and then there was a rapid wriggling sound, and it fled away from the ground at a terrifying speed.

See me?

The man raised his eyes slightly at the haystack, and walked towards the haystack with a guess in his heart, and he bent down to remove the hay, and could clearly see a dark and narrow tunnel.

The tunnel is uneven and has some debris and gravel, which does not look like a tunnel that has been dug a long time ago, and there is a trace of damp water vapor inside.

The man reached out and touched the soil near the tunnel, glanced at a square black floor tile that had been pushed away next to him, thought quietly for a moment, and then jumped into the dark tunnel where he didn't know where it led.