Seeing the cells in the prison, Lin Zhongtian's first impression was simple, very simple.

The beds are all made of brick stone beds, covered with straw mats, on which a 1.8-meter-tall man lies and has to curl up, and next to the bed is a stinking bamboo bucket.

The walls of the cells are also sturdy blue-gray stone bricks, covered with various scratches.

Some of the scratches were clear, some were blurry, and some of them were so neatly arranged that they looked regular, and they were probably the marks that the prisoners who had been in this cell used to keep track of time.

However, looking at the blank space that came to an abrupt end in the second half, the subsequent fate of this prisoner is self-evident.

Lin Zhongtian walked slowly, looking at the prisoners in the cells on both sides with a pair of cloudy eyes.

Perhaps because Chongzhen had just brought down Wei Zhongxian, this prison was now quite lively, and there was almost a prisoner in every cell with a disheveled hair and rags.

At the moment, the vast majority of the prisoners are quietly staying in their cells.

Or lie on the bed like a dead body, motionless.

Or with their backs against the wall, looking at the iron fence separating hell from the earth, their eyes empty and desperate.

Only a few prisoners still had a little vitality on them, and when they saw someone coming, they hurriedly got up with their hands and feet, grabbed the iron railing in front of them with both hands, squeezed their faces out of the cracks in the iron railings, and shouted something with hideous faces.

Lin Zhongtian didn't listen carefully, but he thought about it as some promises like "let me out, and I'll give you something".

These promises, full of despair and hope, cannot be made in this prison.

Even if it really works, Lin Zhongtian won't care.

More than these, he cared more about the Brother Zhao in Jin Yichuan's mouth.

I just don't know what he looks like and which cell he is crouching in......

While thinking so, Lin Zhongtian turned on his white-eyed perspective and scanned the prisoners in each cell.

Suddenly, Lin Zhongtian's figure was stunned, and he raised his head sharply and looked at the end of the cell, with a slight stunned look in his eyes.

"That's ...... Hehe, I understand, I finally understand, no wonder the plot of this world has changed so much, no wonder Jin Yichuan and Ding Xiu have joined a secret organization called the Alliance Society. ”

"It's all because of you, classmate Zhao!"

Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but have a smile on his face, and walked quickly to the end of the cell.

In the first room at the end of the cell, a man with a fairly neat beard was lying on his side on a thin straw mat in prison clothes, ignoring the prisoners who were screaming outside the cell, and sleeping soundly on his own.

In the corner of the wall beside him, a majestic poem is engraved:

"Look at the door and think about Zhang Jian, endure death and wait for Dugan."

"I smiled at the sky with my horizontal knife, and went to save the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun."

Seeing this seven-word poem made by Tan Gong from prison two hundred years later, Lin Zhongtian didn't know the identity of this person in front of him - in this movie world of embroidered spring knives, there was actually another traverser!

Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but be happy in his heart, with a smile on his face, he reached out and knocked on the cell door.

A crisp sound echoed through the cell, but the man just reached out and clasped his buttocks, and continued to sleep against the wall as if he hadn't heard anything.

It's quite a personality......

Seeing this, Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but speak: "I smiled at the sky with a horizontal knife, and went to keep the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun - this poem is well done, the righteousness is awe-inspiring, and death is regarded as home, there is the style of the former dynasty Wengong, did you do it?" ”

Xu is body has not spoken for too long, and Lin Zhongtian's voice has become extremely hoarse.

Although it is a compliment, it becomes eerie and dangerous under the blessing of this hoarse voice.

Perhaps it was because of this eerie and dangerous smell that the man lying on the straw mat finally sat up.

It was also at this time that Lin Zhongtian saw the man's face clearly from a human perspective.

He has a typical northerner face, with a broad forehead, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and although his beard has not been taken care of for months, it looks a little messy and dirty, but with the blessing of those big bright eyes, he still looks full of energy.

Anyone who sees it must praise "Good man!" ”

After sitting up, the man leaned his back against the wall, and looked at the cell head outside the iron fence with a slightly mocking gaze, as if the person who was locked up in this prison was not him, but the other party.

Lin Zhongtian raised his eyebrows and continued to speak hoarsely: "Don't deny it, that's it?" ”

The man still didn't speak, but his eyes became more and more mocking when he looked at Lin Zhongtian.

Lin Zhongtian frowned, opened the white-eyed perspective to take a closer look, and then suddenly realized.

It turned out that this person's throat had been poisoned and hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

When you think of the other party looking at yourself, or the way you look at this body, it is very likely that the cell boss himself made him dumb.

It's a pity that Lin Zhongtian didn't receive his memories when he took over this body, otherwise he would have known about it a long time ago.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but smile slightly, and said softly: "So you can't speak, okay, since that's the case, let's change it to me, this poem is really good, but it's a pity that you didn't do it." ”

The man raised an eyebrow, his eyes gradually turning disdainful and mocking.

But then, Lin Zhongtian's words quickly turned the disdain in his eyes into shock and consternation.

I only heard Lin Zhongtian chuckle and said: "As far as I know, this poem should have been written by a poet surnamed Tan two hundred years later, you crossed time and space, took it out two hundred years in advance, and thought that no one in this world knew?" ”

As soon as these words came out, it fell on the top of the man's head like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

The man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly got up, threw himself in front of the iron fence, grasped the cold iron pillar with both hands, stared at the cell head in front of him with wide eyes, and made a muffled and excited voice from his mouth.

"Ahh Yes! ”

Seeing that the man was a little excited, Lin Zhongtian took a step back and chuckled to comfort him.

"Fellow, don't get excited, let me see if I can heal your damaged throat."

“……”

The man was stunned at first, then his eyes were a little dim, and he shook his head, indicating that his throat could not be cured.

However, seeing that Lin Zhongtian still insisted, the man still raised his head cooperatively, and exposed his fragile throat without hesitation.

Lin Zhongtian reached out and gently grabbed his neck.

At this time, if he wants, he can easily twist the other party's neck.

But neither Lin Zhongtian outside the cell, nor the other traverser in the cell, had no such thought in their minds.

Obviously it was the first time they met, and they were strangers they didn't know, but the man had the greatest trust in Lin Zhongtian.

It's all because of the simple word "fellow......

Of course, if it is just a native of a foreign country, it is naturally impossible to be so trustworthy.

But if the whole world, or even the entire universe, is left with only these two fellow countrymen, then as long as they have a conscience and still miss their hometown, it is impossible for them to bear to kill each other.

It's like Gao Yao and Yi Xiaochuan in the TV series "Mythology", who may turn against each other because of various realistic factors, but they absolutely don't want to see each other die in this world.

Of course, Lin Zhongtian's thoughts at this time were not so complicated.

They are simply happy and excited by the presence of each other.

Soon, a wisp of gray mist burrowed into the man's neck, repairing his damaged vocal cords at great speed.

After a while, Lin Zhongtian put down his hand, took a step back, and asked with a chuckle, "Fellow, what's your name?" ”

The man was slightly stunned, looked at Lin Zhongtian with some suspicion, and then tried to make a sound.

"Make ...... Recruit...... Zhao ......"

"Zhao Lihe!"

"My name is Zhao Lihe!"