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Not only can Lingcang buy it, but he can also buy more.
So Ling Cang bought ten of them, killed two of them himself, and brought the other eight back to Haozi.
Ling Cang was fully qualified to live in a single room, but he still stayed in the dormitory because there were so many people here. If someone wanted to deal with him secretly, it would be difficult to do so.
After confirming his status as a prison guard, the other prisoners were very respectful to Ling Cang. They made sure to give up a large space when he slept. It was no problem for Ling Cang to roll around on it. However, the smell in the cell was still unpleasant. The sanitary environment was also very poor. Poor. This is unacceptable to Ling Cang.
Although the food is a bit expensive and poor, and far inferior to school, Ling Cang's life in the detention center is still relatively comfortable. Except for the lack of freedom, Ling Cang can do whatever he wants.
Generally speaking, detention centers have relatively loose management on prisoners with identity and background. First, they will not escape. Second, they will not break the rules here. What's more, this looseness can be exchanged for rich material rewards.
Ling Cang was about to enter the cell. A prisoner in the cell next to him saw the roast chicken in Ling Cang's hand. His eyes suddenly lit up: "Yeah, there is something delicious."
Ling Cang rolled his eyes at the other party and said nothing.
"Little brother..." The image of this prisoner is very vulgar. In addition, he is always hunched over and looks like a mouse: "Give me some points. How about it."
Ling Cang slowly shook his head: "Not so good."
The prisoner immediately glared: "Are you tired of living...?"
"No. I haven't lived enough yet." Ling Cang looked at the other party and said seriously: "I can give you two. But I have a condition."
"What."
"Give me your mother to play with."
"Fuck me." The prisoner glared. His arms were rounded and he was about to hit Ling Cang: "I'm looking for death."
Ling Cang didn't even look. He raised his foot and kicked him in the abdomen. The prisoner rose more than two meters high from the ground. Then he fell heavily.
The prisoner lay on the ground. He let out a scream and subconsciously covered his abdomen with his hands. Ling Cang stepped forward, raised his foot and stepped on the other person's arm. He said coldly: "Actually, I have no interest in your mother. Come on. It’s a joke. Don’t get me wrong.”
"Ah...ah...really..." The prisoner originally thought that Ling Cang was just a student, relying on his family's little money to buy some food here to improve his life. All he had to do was scare him, and Ling Cang would have to be obedient. Maybe From now on, I will pay tribute on time.
But he didn't expect that this student would be so scary and ferocious after he turned against him. There was a burst of cramping pain in his abdomen. He struggled several times and couldn't stand up.
"Listen..." Ling Cang waved the roasted chicken in front of the other person's nose twice: "Don't mess with me in the future. Don't show up in front of me. Otherwise, I will stuff you back into your mother's womb. Reinvent it.”
"Yes... yes..." The prisoner looked at Ling Cang in horror and kept agreeing.
"What's going on?" The guard walked over quickly at this time and shouted sternly: "No fighting."
"There was no fight." Ling Cang immediately raised his feet and put on an innocent expression. He imitated other prisoners and said, "He accidentally fell down just now."
The guard immediately asked the prisoner: "Really?"
The prisoner nodded repeatedly: "Yes...yes..."
"Be careful in the future." Ling Cang said. He stretched out his arm and pulled the prisoner up.
"Be careful. Don't make trouble." The guard could see what was actually going on. He just didn't bother to investigate. This was because Ling Cang was the subject of special care and also because this kind of thing happened often.
No one can fall on their abdomen when they somersault, but they are lying on their backs. This difficult action can match Guo Jingjing's diving, somersaulting backwards in the air and twisting for two and a half weeks. This kind of action that can exchange for Olympic gold medals is definitely not for this mouse. It can be learned from the same prisoners.
Ling Cang returned to his cell and distributed a few roast chickens to other prisoners. As the saying goes, give a stick to a date. After establishing his power here, he always has to give some small favors to make people support him wholeheartedly.
These prisoners will not be here for a long time. They have no money in their pockets and can only eat the food provided by the detention center. They don’t have any oil or water in their stomachs. If someone brings a bowl of soybean oil, I’m afraid they will drink it all. Then you have to lick the oil bowl clean.
When they saw Ling Cang's roast chicken, the prisoners let out a strange scream and then rushed towards him. Before Ling Cang could react, several of the roast chickens had disappeared. Not even the bones and dregs were left.
"Boss..." Lao Lai was now completely convinced by Ling Cang. He spoke in a much more polite manner: "You are so good to us."
"Yes." Scar Tou burped. Then he picked his teeth and said, "You said what would we do if you left..."
Ling Cang raised his eyebrows and asked with a half-smile: "You mean, you hope I will always stay here and buy you roast chicken."
"No. No." Scarhead waved his hands repeatedly: "I mean, if you leave, we will miss you."
"Actually, you want to roast chicken."
"Don't say that..." Scar Tou laughed dryly and said embarrassedly: "Boss, I can see it too. You can go out at any time. If you stay here right now, you can treat it as just playing. So. We brothers are very lucky to be in the same room as you."
Scar Tou was chattering flatteringly. The cell door opened and the guard walked in: "Is everything okay?"
"Report to the government." All the prisoners stood up immediately and replied in unison: "Strictly observe discipline. Everything is normal."
"Yes." The guard nodded and waved to Ling Cang: "Come out for a moment."
The guard had nothing to do with Ling Cang. He just wanted to ask how life was like here. He didn't know that Ling Cang had already made the prisoners docile. He was also a little worried that Ling Cang would be bullied while on duty.
Ling Cang smiled slightly: "I'm fine."
"That's good." The guard nodded: "If you need anything, just ask."
"Okay..." Ling Cang suddenly thought of something. After discussing it, he proposed: "Speaking of which, I really want you to do a favor."
"What."
"Make a call."
"No problem." The guard said and was about to get his cell phone. But he stopped immediately and said with a dry laugh: "Well... there are rules for making phone calls here."
"Understood." Ling Cang took out a five-hundred-dollar bill. After checking that no one was around, he stuffed it into the guard's pocket: "Please hurry up."
"Okay." The guard took Ling Cang to the office. Because mobile phones are not allowed to be carried on the body according to the regulations. They have to stay in the office. It happened that there was no one in the office. He immediately found the mobile phone and gave it to Ling Cang: "Hurry up and call. I'll go out and watch."
During the two days in the detention center, Ling Cang had a general understanding of the rules here after being introduced by Scar Tou and others.
According to the regulations, prisoners can apply to make phone calls and contact outsiders under individual circumstances. But the regulations are just regulations. If they really want to make a phone call, they must discuss it with the prison guard in private.
500 for a phone call. The price is clearly stated. Never bargain. Don't fight if you like it. And you have to have a good relationship with the prison guard. The prison guard is willing to be accommodating. Otherwise, you won't be able to negotiate the five thousand yuan.
If the guards don't allow beatings, it's not because they don't want to make too much money, but because they don't dare to take responsibility, because many prisoners contact outsiders to collude with confessions or to arrange for the destruction of evidence. If the higher-ups know about it, they will investigate afterwards. Discipline must be held accountable.
Therefore, the correctional system will only allow those prisoners who have not committed any serious crimes or will not betray themselves to use their personal mobile phones.
In other words, it would be a great honor for the guards to let Ling Cang make a phone call. As for Ling Cang, with two strong financial backers, Situ Dao and Long Jian Yue, he didn't mind spending a little money.
This call was made to Hong Xue. After the latter picked up the call, he asked: "Who is it?"
"It's me." Ling Cang breathed a sigh of relief. In the past, Hong Xue would often reject calls when seeing unfamiliar numbers. She was a little worried about not being able to get through.
"Who are you?" Hong Xue had just woken up from sleep, her voice lazily.
"I am your husband."
"Whose husband are you?" When Hong Xue heard this, she immediately became energetic. She jumped up from the bed and cursed: "You're such a jerk. Did you take the wrong medicine? You called in for no reason. I’m here to be my husband. Believe it or not, I’ll find you right away and turn you into a father-in-law.”
"It's me..." Ling Cang felt his eardrums buzzing from the shock. He hurriedly said, "I'm Ling Cang."
"Ling Cang." Hong Xue listened carefully and confirmed that it was indeed Ling Cang. He immediately changed his tone to a gentle tone: "Husband, it's you. Why didn't you tell me earlier..."
"I just said it. You didn't listen..."
"So what if you are Ling Cang." Hong Xue was like an actor. He suddenly changed again. He spoke aggressively: "I'm telling you, don't think you are my boyfriend. You can do whatever you want."
"What happened to me?"
"You've been hiding in the capital for several fucking days. You didn't even think of calling me. I called you, but your phone was always turned off..." Hong Xue paused. Then he accused: "Now you remember I'm here. Just call me and treat me like who you are."
"I..." After Ling Cang arrived in the capital, he really didn't think about contacting Hong Xue because he didn't think it was necessary. But now that Ling Cang was imprisoned in the detention center, he suddenly remembered that Hong Xue might be able to help: "I think Contact you. But the government won’t let me.”
"Government."
"Yes. I was arrested. Now in the detention center..."
"You are in... the detention center." Hong Xue laughed loudly. After a while, she stopped laughing and told Ling Cang seriously: "If you forget about me, apologize well. I can forgive you. But If you lie to me, I will never forgive you in this life."
"I didn't lie to you." Ling Cang let out a long sigh: "I was really arrested and sent to the detention center."