When Meng Ran was taken out of the inn by the sergeant of Zhichong Mansion, he thought that he would be corrected on the spot, and then he would be killed on the street. Unexpectedly, he was taken to a dimly lit cell, and after the sergeants handcuffed him and shackled him, he left silently without retaliating against him.

He smelled the unpleasant sour smell, trampled on the dead grass in the east and west, and listened to every movement that caused a series of chain clanging sounds, and he did not shout hoarsely like the other prisoners, but just quietly circled around the cell a few times, and then lay down on the crumpled straw mat, his eyes closed.

He didn't ask them why they just locked him up, he didn't ask them where they went, he just wanted to sleep because he was so tired. The physical pain he could bear, but the mental trauma was something he couldn't accept.

He thought that this world was dark enough, but he didn't expect that those sergeants of Zhichong Mansion gave him a lesson on the street, those people dared to use public weapons for private purposes, and revenge personal revenge with military officers and heavy weapons, all of which broke the bottom line in Meng Ran's heart.

The darkness of the world in his imagination is nothing more than corrupt officials and corrupt officials, some gentlemen occasionally bullying the people, or officials colluding with thieves in secret, these are already the biggest concessions he has made, but he did not expect that there would be a sergeant who would protect the peace of one side, and he would kill others on the street without asking questions.

Is there no royal law in this world? Is the law only in books and bamboo slips?

Meng Ran thought for a while, his eyelids were already heavy and couldn't be raised, so he no longer forced himself and entered that chaotic sleep.

After a while, a relatively steady breathing echoed through the small cell, occasionally mixed with the sound of rats devouring things.

In the next cell sat a thin figure, with fluffy gray hair covering his face, and his face could not be seen clearly, and his wrists, waist, and ankles were faintly visible with chains the thickness of the baby's forearm.

After Meng Ran fell asleep, the figure Huo Ran raised his head, revealing his cheeks under the messy hair. It was a miserable white face, his cheeks were deep-set, and he had a pair of eyes that were introverted, and he was looking at Meng Ran fixedly at the moment, with flames burning in his eyes.

He looked at Meng Ran for a while, slowly lowered his head, and returned to his previous static appearance.

After a long time, Meng Ran woke up from the dream, after he opened his eyes, he saw that it was pitch black, and subconsciously muttered, "Why is it so dark, no one lights up?"

Then he remembered that this should be the prison in Jiaxing County, where would someone light a lamp for him, a prisoner.

He sighed faintly and said softly, "I don't know where Uncle Geng has gone, I don't know how he is now......

At this moment, a hoarse voice came from the next cell, "Hey, you take care of yourself first, and think about others." ”

"Who? Who's there?" Meng Ran stood up and glanced in all directions, but unfortunately, he only saw a dark space.

The voice sounded around Meng Ran again, "Don't waste your efforts, in this darkness, you are blind, and you won't see me no matter how many times you look at it." ”

Meng Ran hugged his fists in the direction of the source of the voice, and said respectfully: "The kid has seen his predecessors. ”

The man let out a long laugh, "You kid, to such a point, and so polite, can you be a sour talent who can only do it?"

Meng Ran showed a bitter smile in the darkness and replied, "It's just that I've read books for a few years, and I haven't yet gained fame." ”

The man was visibly surprised, "Oh, since you're a scholar, how did you come to the innermost level of this prison?"

"What do you mean?"

The man sighed and asked with a little curiosity, "You don't even know what this place is?"

Meng Ran nodded and shook his head, "This should be the prison in Jiaxing County." ”

"Not bad. However, the place where we are is not just a prison, the county government prison in Jiaxing City is divided into three layers, the outermost layer holds some temporary prisoners or prisoners with short sentences, and the middle layer holds some prisoners with longer sentences, but can still see the light of day, as for the innermost layer, it is us here, there are a total of five rooms, and there are two of us at present. The man explained to Meng Ran.

Meng Ran's expression was instantly solemn, and the vitality in his body stagnated at this moment, like a puppet that had lost his soul.

"What? is this unbearable?" asked the man in the darkness in a light tone.

After a while, Meng Ran slowly came back to his senses, breathed a sigh of relief gently, and said, "It's better to die clean than to be imprisoned here for a lifetime." ”

"Is that how you want to die?"

"It doesn't matter if you die or not, it's just that the thought of living here for the rest of my life always makes me feel a little unwilling. ”

"Are you unwilling? ”

Meng Ran was stunned for a moment, and then slowly walked to the log fence between the cells following the voice. When he got there, Meng Ran didn't see anything, just touched the wooden fences.

At this moment, there was a clanging sound from the opposite side, mixed with heavy footsteps.

"Don't stand that far, come to the left. ”

After hearing this voice, Meng Ran obediently moved a few steps to the left.

As soon as Meng Ran's heels touched the ground, and before he could stand firmly, a pair of vigorous and powerful hands broke through the air.

After hearing the wind, Meng Ran subconsciously wanted to dodge, his shoulders shook slightly, and before he could move his legs, he was pinched by his neck.

A feeling of suffocation filled Meng Ran's whole body, he began to have difficulty breathing, his cheeks were flushed, and his brain became hollow due to lack of oxygen. He twisted his body, his hands scratching wildly, and his feet slammed the ground.

But everything seemed to be in vain, and in the face of such a strong and steady palm, all the struggles seemed like a joke.

After a while, the man slowly released his palm, and Meng Ran fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, hissing and wheezing from his mouth, and after a long time, he began to cough loudly......

When Meng Ran returned to normal, he slowly sat up and hissed, "You madman, why didn't you kill me?"

The man was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Are you in such a hurry to die?

"What if there is? What if there is none?"

"Why are you here?"

"It's your business. ”

The man smiled coldly and said sarcastically, "It can't be that you have done something unseemly, right?"

"You fart. Knowing that the man was provoking him, Meng Ran still explained loudly: "I can't get used to a gentleman who robs people's girls on the street, and I have a dispute with him......"

"Oh, you killed him?"

"Not really. ”

"No, why did you get here without killing anyone? I see you have a lot of wounds on your body, did you get cut and thrown in?"

Meng Ran rolled his eyes, "I'm not that wasteful yet." ”

"Isn't it? The wound on your body was not cut by someone else? Could it be that you were so bored that you cut yourself off?" the man's words were very harsh.

"Fart, you're going to fart, and it's a big stinky fart. This was the most swear words Meng Ran, and after scolding, he continued: "That dog mongrel is indeed alive and well, but I killed several sergeants from the Zhichong Mansion. ”

The man next door sighed a few times, "The young man is promising, even the soldiers dare to start, I'm afraid you're impatient." ”

Meng Ran said in a cold tone: "No way, just to survive." ”

"Tell me?"

"Why tell you? ”

The man snorted lightly, "I'm afraid you're bragging, I'm afraid that you will say too much big things and expose the truth of the matter, right?"

"Whatever you want. Meng Ran was not fooled.

The man sneered and gloated, "If you don't say it, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to say it in the future." ”

"Why?"

"Look at the wounds on your body, will they be all right in such a dark and damp environment? I reckon, in a few days, you will have sores all over your body, and you will die in itching and pain. ”

"The dog can't spit out ivory. Meng Ran snorted, and then asked in a strange voice, "You can actually see me?"

"Nonsense. ”

Meng Ran asked tentatively, "Then are you used to the darkness or is there another reason?"

"You speak of your business first. The man did not answer, but urged Meng Ran to tell the story.

Meng Ran had no choice but to briefly explain the cause and process of the incident, and then sighed softly: "I knew that this was the end, I should have slaughtered that dog mongrel at that time." ”

There was a crisp applause in the darkness, "Yes, there is a kind, it is ruthless enough." Have you ever killed someone before?"

Meng Ran snorted, "On the way to Jiaxing, I met two groups of thieves and fought each other. ”

The man made no secret of his feelings and exclaimed loudly, "Good boy. When I was your age, I was just a half-grown boy who didn't understand bullshit, and all I knew all day was herding cattle and cutting grass, feeding pigs and chopping firewood. ”

"If I could, I'd rather stay at home for the rest of my life than see this filthy and bloody place. ”

The man laughed out loud and said, "Even if you hide at home, how long can you hide? It's not that you don't have to grow up for the rest of your life, and when you grow up, you will always have to start a family, and at that time you will still have to experience a human life? ”

Meng Ran bowed slightly, and said in a low voice: "What you said makes sense. It's just that now that I'm in such a field, it's useless to know more truths. ”

The man scoffed, "What? Do you regret doing what you did for your bravery?"

"It's not that I regret it, I'm just worried that I'll never see my mother again. ”

"Oh, you're a dutiful son. Where's your father?"

"It's been four years since I died. ”

The man sighed faintly and sighed, "It's pitiful. ”

It's just that I don't know if this pity is about Meng Ran or his mother Mrs. Meng, or his father Meng Hao.