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Seeing this scene, the two jailers laughed again. Zhuo Yifan was so angry that he pointed to the bowl of porridge on the ground, and then shouted: "You guys are also called porridge, can you come and see just these few grains of rice, can people eat enough?"

"Haha...... Boy, you still want to be full, you think this is a restaurant! You're not bad if you don't starve, you still want to be full, haha......" The jailer with the barrel laughed.

The little monk sitting in the corner looked at the scene in front of him, and he was also very helpless, he slowly got up and walked in front of Zhuo Yifan, and persuaded: "Big brother, forget it, this is a prison cell, we can't fight them." ”

Zhuo Yifan said with a bitter face: "But this is too little, how can you satisfy your hunger!"

"I think you're very energetic, I guess you're full, so you don't need this bit of rice, I think it's better to give it to others." ”

The jailer with the bucket bent down, poured the porridge on the ground back into the barrel, and then walked out of the cell door humming a tune while carrying the bucket.

"You come back for me, you come back for me......" Looking at the jailer who was leaving, Zhuo Yifan shouted in front of the cell door.

But there was no response for a long time......

Zhuo Yifan's face was pressed against the stake in front of the cell door, probed for a long time, and shouted for a long time, but no one answered. I had to turn my head to look at the little monk behind him, and at this time, the little monk shrugged helplessly, expressing his sympathy for him. Zhuo Yifan looked around, and walked towards the corner of the prison in despair.

Bocheng has a remote geographical location, and the people who come and go are relatively idle, so all kinds of people are imprisoned, some are big treacherous people, and some are wronged people like Zhuo Yifan and the little monk.

The special location of the border city also creates a special set of management methods here, as long as you break the law, regardless of the indiscriminate situation, arrest and lock up the black prison, which is usually one of the effective management methods here.

There are two reasons why it is called a black prison, the first is relatively simple, that is, the prison is almost invisible all year round, and black is the main color here. The second is that as long as I want to punish you, even if you are not guilty, if you are charged with a crime, you will be a real criminal in the black prison.

The black prison eats, drinks and Lazar together, so the musty smell here can be said to be more unstoppable than the scorching heat of summer, and it is naturally difficult for a young master like Zhuo Yifan to adapt. At this time, he was pacing back and forth, he kept complaining with a sad face, and the little monk sitting around the corner seemed very calm, meditating leisurely with his eyes closed.

"Donor, don't walk around. Seeing that Zhuo Yifan was impetuous, the little monk finally couldn't help but open his mouth.

"It's not that I want to leave, it's dirty and smelly in this damn cell, I can't sit down. Zhuo Yifan said with a sad face as he walked.

The little monk turned his round head and looked at Zhuo Yifan, and then shook his head speechlessly.

This made Zhuo Yifan very puzzled, and he asked the little monk: "Little master, your martial arts are so good, why didn't you run away at that time, but stayed in this stinky prison safely, isn't it asking for hardship?"

was suddenly asked by Zhuo Yifan, the little monk's face was stunned, and seeing that Zhuo Yifan was still looking at him, he quickly explained, "I...... I'm a monk, so I can't kill people all the time! Besides, they're all quick catchers, and I don't want to kill a good person in vain. ”

Zhuo Yifan listened to the words of the little monk, and the corners of his mouth went up, "What? They are good people, indiscriminately, they arrested us in a black prison, and they are also good people? Little monk, I found that although you are young, you don't know anything you should know, and you can even say that you don't even know fart." ”

"Amitabha, what you said is really vulgar, although the little monk is a monk, he also knows what a fart is!"

"Then what kind of fart do you say?" Zhuo Yifan blurted out inadvertently in anger.

"Fart, it is the breath of nature, you can't bring it to life, you can't bring it to death. The little monk shook his head and said.

Zhuo Yifan originally just wanted to say that the little monk didn't understand anything, and the questions in the back were just casually asked, but he didn't expect the little monk to tell him in a grand manner, which made Zhuo Yifan almost vomit blood.

He pointed at the little monk and shouted, "Little monk, you ...... You...... Do you really understand, or do you pretend to understand?" was so angry that Zhuo Yifan didn't even shout at the little master, and directly called him a little monk.

"Of course I understand, fart is the breath of nature, my third junior brother always likes to fart, this is what he told me. The little monk said very seriously.

Zhuo Yifan rolled his eyes, flicked his cuffs and said, "What kind of bullshit are you talking about, I was talking to you just now!"

"Donor, you've been talking about fart just now! Hey, you adults, I really don't understand, you can't put your ass on your mouth at every turn, and you don't admit it, it's so vulgar, I won't tell you, I still have to do morning class, practice reciting scriptures!" The little monk pouted, closed his eyes and began to do the morning class.

"You...... You actually think I'm vulgar, I'm the eldest young master of the Zhuo family in Yushu, what do you little monk know?" Zhuo Yifan looked at himself and said to himself: "Vulgar, say I'm vulgar, am I vulgar?"

Seeing the little monk meditating with his eyes closed and not talking to him, Zhuo Yifan suddenly felt bored, so he could only turn his head and sit on the corner opposite the little monk angrily, and no longer disliked whether the ground was dirty or not.

I don't know how long it took, as the sound of shoes rubbing against the ground came frequently, waking up Zhuo Yifan, who was holding on to the cell door but was already asleep. Zhuo Yifan opened his eyes slightly and looked towards the entrance of the prison, only to see a few black figures, which were reflected on the prison passage by the bright light at the entrance of the prison, and the black shadow was stretched very long.

Zhuo Yifan tried to keep his eyes wide open, focusing all his attention, the reflection was getting closer and closer to him, and then he finally saw the face of the person who came, it turned out that two jailers had brought another prisoner. The prisoner was dressed in brocade satin, with a large face and a round waist, and fair skin, a typical white fat man, who was so fat that he was almost oily, and he knew at a glance that he was a rich man.

"Master Hu, slow down, I'll open the door for you. One of the jailers nodded and hurried to open the door.

Zhuo Yifan, who saw this scene, was very surprised, this is here to go to prison, this is obviously from the guest house, and the jailer next to him is like the second child of the inn, warmly greeting guests to stay.

"Master Hu, what do you want to eat at noon today? Another jailer stood outside the cell door, bowing his head to the prisoner, surnamed Hu.

Oh my God! How can there be such a good jailer, why didn't he stand it himself? Zhuo Yifan, who saw all this in his eyes, was like a worm crawling on him, and he felt that he was no longer able to stand in front of the prison door.