In the evening of that day, Du He returned to the cell leisurely and looked out from outside. The cell was covered in darkness, and only the shadows could be seen. Du He stood at the door and adapted to the light for a while. Before he could stand for a few breaths, he saw a big man squatting in the corner suddenly stand up and called out in surprise: "Du He! Are you really back?"

Du He recognized the hammer as he heard the voice, and said with a gratitude: "Of course, I'm just going to a clinic. It's not a gate of hell. After seeing this, I don't come back and I'm still waiting for someone to stay overnight."

It is not worth mentioning that the cute gray rat was performing surgery on the cute gray rat in the clinic with Mr. Jin. Du He felt that Hammer should not want to hear more about the gray rat, so he naturally led the topic back to the cell.

Speaking of staying overnight, Du He touched his stomach, patted the hammer's shoulder, pretending to be unbearable, and said exaggeratedly: "Have you left me some food? I really miss the slutty of our cell."

"Of course, I'll leave enough for you to come back and eat."

Hammer bared his teeth secretly. In the evening, he stole the fist marks left on his body that were left on the fight and still felt a little painful. However, Hammer was embarrassed to say that, afraid that Du He would laugh at him, so he only took the ox to bring out a bowl of soup hidden beside Du He.

In fact, Hammer was not full either. He was a big man with 160 pounds, with 20,000 spice soup a day and occasionally half a steamed cake. Of course, it was impossible to eat enough. Hammer was disdainful to bully the weak and rob them of food. He was jailed for the past few days.

Du He's belly was filled with soup soup sent from his home. When facing Hammer's intention, he could not refuse, so he had to drink the bowl of soup with difficulty, which was exactly the old saying that the drought death was caused by drought and the flood death was caused by flood.

The scabbed iron head next to him heard the sound, and hummed with disdain. He turned over and felt that Du He was sick. Du He pretended not to see it. He looked at the hard steamed bun that Hammer took out like a magic trick. He took it and took it and took it, and praised: "I didn't see it. Brother Hammer has a hand. When I came the first day, I only took a shower and didn't even take a sip of the soup."

Hammer hugged his shoulders proudly and said nothing, looking at Du He who could talk, I felt even more pleasing to him.

Tietou on the bed rolled his eyes again. I wonder what kind of diorama this guy was playing with. He obviously had a portion of his dry food every day, so he insisted on making friends with a newcomer, and was rushing to help him with favors. Wouldn't he be more stunned than a lazy person?

Du He didn't know the little thoughts in the iron-headed belly, which was thick on the outside and thin on the inside. After carefully drinking all the soup that Hammer snatched, Du He said to Hammer seriously: "Brother Hammer, you are a good person. When I become rich in the future, I will definitely not forget you. At that time, I hope you will help me like today, and don't refuse me to help you."

He asked Hammer for help, asking him to owe him a favor, and then find an opportunity to return Hammer's land to him. This is what Du He really means.

Hammer didn't know Du He's background, so he thought it was a young man who found a way out for himself, and he didn't take it seriously. He said, "Okay, you don't have to buy a house for me then, just give me a few acres of land to plant. If you are a brother, you will appreciate it!"

Du He nodded seriously and pulled Hammer to the bed to sleep. Hammer was simple-minded and thought that no one liked to sleep with this bunk, so he lay next to Du He with peace of mind, and snored in a short while.

Du He lay next to the hammer, leaning against the iron head, more than one meter away from the middle, and was still meditating.

Du He had a poker clip with his two fingers, and he turned his fingers flexibly. In addition, he even closed his eyes and didn't move much. In the middle of the night, there was finally no sound in the cell.

Du He opened his eyes with a swish.

The slutty hammer's nose was pulled out of the corner of his clothes while the hammer rubbed his nose. Du He squatted beside the iron head, jumped for a while, and then blew out of his upper body. The moment he touched the ground, the wind was not stirred up, and it fell into the area exclusively belonging to the bottom of the Laohe River.

As soon as he looked up, Du He saw Lao Dai's cold and clear eyes.

It seemed that he was angry at Du He's boldness, and Lao Dai did not alarm anyone and took action himself.

The two thin palms were as shaped as eagle claws, and the old man's empty prison uniform quickly surged up, and his eagle claws directly grabbed Du He's eyes!

At that moment, Du He knew that he could not escape.

Fortunately, Du He did not come to kill his life. Close his eyes, Du He chose to believe Uncle Hai. His hands were strangely twisted and crossed, forming a pattern that looked like a seal. Du He pushed the pattern forward, waiting to be fatal, or witness a meeting.

One breath, two breaths... In the third breath, Du He opened his eyes and saw Lao Dai, who had always had a cold expression, with a complicated face, looking towards the direction of the wall.

From Du He's perspective, I saw the moonlight passing through the two people and reflected on the wall. Except for two figures, one tall and one short, the flame-like emblem formed by Du He's fingers on the wall looked so eye-catching.

Old Dai suddenly turned his head, got out of bed silently, went to the prison door, and looked back at Du He.

Du He followed with tactfulness. Lao Dai stretched out the prison door with one hand, his palm facing up, and waved his hand. After a while, a man dressed in a guard came over and quietly opened the door of the prison.

Du He glanced at the guard. Unlike the timid Zhang Gendi, who was afraid of things, his facial expression was very similar to Lao Dai and his appearance was extremely ordinary. Du He was not even sure if he had seen this person before.

Secretly smacking the energy of Lao Dai, Du He followed Lao Dai out of the long corridor, walked to the guards' rooms, pushed on a wall, and opened a hidden door to the thick and traceless wall.

As soon as the two walked in, the guard behind closed the door, and at the same time, a light lit up in the dark room.

The sudden light caused Du He to adapt to it. As if Lao Dai was not affected, he lit the lights and sat down at the table casually.

"Tell me, who asked you to come?"

Although Lao Dai still spoke in a vague tone, Du He could hear that compared to the current situation, his usual ambiguity was more like pretending, concealing the sharpness and murderous intent behind the ambiguity.

Du He suddenly realized that he seemed to believe in Lao Dai too much. The two of them are now in the secret room, wanting to kill and cut, and it seems to be more in line with this old man who usually seems indifferent to the matter?

Lao Dai narrowed his eyes, Du He pondered for a moment, and still stubbornly ignored the threat in Lao Dai's eyes. Instead of explaining Uncle Hai first, he asked back: "There is a reply next to this gesture. Mr. Lao Dai doesn't know if he still has any impressions?"

Old Dai slowly smacked his lips. In his open mouth, a missing piece of tongue with the old man's weird eyes made people look terrifying, but Du He still didn't move, stammering his neck and insisting on his request.

Old Dai said "hey", with appreciation flashing in his eyes, grinning, then raised his hands, and said as he gestured, "I have lived in prison for thirty-five years, and I have never met a person from where I come from. It's interesting."

Lao Dai's cleaning was obviously more familiar than Du He. Even though he had not used it for decades, even though his fingers were as thin as chicken feet, Lao Dai's gesture was still extremely clear as soon as he came out. Du He understood the shadow of the gesture on the wall and was stunned.

If Du He's gesture was a fire, Lao Dai's gesture was a heart. What's unusual is that a sharp arrow passed through the heart, which made it even more bloody.

"What does this mean?" Du He murmured at the heart.

Old Dai's expression suddenly changed and he shouted: "You are not a fellow disciple, how dare you, come and take your life!"

The shaky body, which was about to be just around the corner, was filled with strong force and attacked Du He's life gate like lightning.
Chapter completed!