Ten minutes later, Zhou Yan sat back on the bed with a sore back.

"Damn, I'm such an idiot." He cursed, speaking a bit crookedly because of the pain at the base of his tongue.

In the past ten minutes, Zhou Yan tried his best, but still couldn't bring his tongue and elbow together.

Actually... Zhou Yan also had some secondary thoughts in his mind. After all, he was reborn, so according to the routine of the third-rate novel in his previous life, when he was reborn, he should bring a super-power golden finger or something like that.

right.

Maybe if I licked my elbow just now, I would suddenly trigger the blood stain limit and awaken some awesome skill.

As a result... it took him ten minutes to verify how stupid his idea was, and at the same time, he scolded the person who called Fake Melon dozens of times in his heart.

After all this ordeal, Zhou Yan's body and spirit have suffered a lot, to the point where he is a little resigned to his fate now.

"Just die, it's not like you haven't died before."

While grumbling, he picked up the book again and flipped through it angrily.

In fact, he doesn't even know why he is still reading this book now, because it is obviously a prank made by some idiot to amuse himself.

Nine times out of ten, it was a prison guard who did it. Now, that prison guard should be sitting in front of the monitor screen, eating melon seeds, staring at himself and giggling.

Sudden......

Zhou Yan found another sentence like this among a lot of meaningless words.

[It’s not flying, it’s loneliness: As a famous detective, although he is still on the way to practice. When he is about to be imprisoned, the only thing he can do is call a lawyer. It is really true.]

Zhou Yan was stunned. He stared at this sentence, and then read it carefully a second time.

This... what I said is similar to what I said. Although I am not a detective, I did go to jail, and I did call a lawyer!

So...could the content of this sentence be talking about my experience?

Zhou Yan felt that he seemed to have caught something, but it was not so clear, so he quickly continued to look down.

Sure enough, after a while, he discovered another sentence...

[Little Fatty Guagua: Don’t worry, you won’t die]

"I can't die?"

Zhou Yan twisted his body a little uncomfortably. He knew that his idea at this time was ridiculous, but no matter from the context or the tone of his voice, he could feel that [you] was the one in this.

It means myself!

"No way...why does the prank have to go to this extent?"

He was mumbling, but his reading speed was getting faster and faster, because Zhou Yan was wondering if there would be anything in this book that could help him! ... Although this kind of thought is really

It's too unbelievable.

Less than a minute...

Zhou Yan's reading speed suddenly hit the brakes.

[Xiao Clan Xiaosheng: The dust in front of the gap under the gate was a few millimeters thicker than that in the warehouse]

Zhou Yan's muscles all over his body were tense.

"Is there dust in the gap under the door? Is it a few millimeters thicker than in the warehouse?"

Now, no matter how much Zhou Yan didn't want to believe it, he had to admit that these words were definitely meant for him!

Whether he was hiring a lawyer and waiting to be shot, or the encouragement given to him by the guy named "Guagua Little Fatty", it was completely consistent with his situation.

Although there are many words in this book that I don’t know what they mean, it’s probably just because I haven’t thought of the meaning contained in those words.

But just understanding these few sentences has already helped me a lot.

Especially this person named Xiao Clan Xiaosheng.

He said: "Is there dust in the gap under the door? Is it a few millimeters thicker than the one in the warehouse?"

Obviously, the [warehouse] mentioned in these words is the warehouse where he was locked up a few months ago.

And the dust under the warehouse door is thicker than inside the warehouse!

Such a simple clue directly led Zhou Yan to draw a very important inference in his mind!

That is...there must be something wrong with the warehouse.

Because everyone knows that there must be a gap between the warehouse door and the ground. Otherwise, such a big door would rub against the ground every time it is opened and closed.

It's also ruined.

Moreover, if you have a warehouse at home, you must know one detail.

That is under the door crack of the warehouse, where the dust must be the least!

Because the space inside the warehouse is large, the airflow will concentrate at the gaps in the door, resulting in a large airflow. Especially at night, the airflow in the door gap may be too large, and a whirring sound may occur. Many children suffer from this problem.

Can't sleep with the sound!

If this is the case, how could there be dust accumulation under the warehouse door? Even if there is, it is unlikely to be higher than inside the warehouse.

This is obviously inconsistent with common sense.

Zhou Yan swallowed, because he seemed to have caught a very important comeback point.

Maybe I can be saved!

So he quickly stood up and rushed to the iron window.

"Someone, someone, someone! Prison guard! Come here quickly!"

With this kind of neck-pulling and shouting, the prison guard must have arrived very quickly.

This time, his footsteps were obviously much faster than before, and when he entered Zhou Yan's sight, the baton was already in his hand.

Before Zhou Yan could speak this time, the prison guard had already taken out the cell key and was cursing.

"Wait, don't worry, I'll go in and take care of you right away!"

Well, the prison guard must be angry. Let alone the prison guard, Zhou Yan himself felt that he was provoking trouble.

"Brother prison guard, I didn't mean to be rude, I really have something wrong!"

"Well...I know you are in trouble, and it's a serious matter." At this moment, the prison guard had opened the door and rushed in with a baton.

If this followed a normal novel routine, Zhou Yan would probably have just used a combination of punches to kill the prison guard and escape from the prison with the key.

In fact, Zhou Yan wondered for a moment whether he could take the opportunity to overthrow the prison guard.

However, looking at the physical comparison between himself and the opponent, Zhou Yan decided to remain a law-abiding death row prisoner.

"Prison guard brother, tell me, I have just been discharged from the hospital for mental illness!"

The prison guard paid no attention and had already raised his baton in his hand.

"Are you okay with beating a condemned prisoner? And if you beat me and make him sick, I will have to go to the hospital for examination and the execution will be postponed. You have to bear this responsibility!"

Zhou Yan's mouth was like a machine gun. Don't say anything, his words were quite clear, but the prison guard's movements were obviously stagnant.

"Also, if I go to the hospital, when asked about the cause of the disease, nine times out of ten, I will have to tell you about your behavior. When the time comes, I will report it to the hospital. Will you be able to keep your job?

It’s hard to say!”

This time, the prison guard really hesitated. He slowly put down his baton and said, "Then what's wrong with you? If you can't give me a reasonable reason, I have dozens of ways to deal with you without leaving any trace."

When Zhou Yan heard that there was a step, he quickly spoke in a louder voice.

"I want to appeal! I want a retrial! There are loopholes in my case!"

The prison guard's face had "You are really sick..." written all over his face.

Zhou Yan raised his voice again.
Chapter completed!