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Chapter 19, Thirteen Patriarchs (1)

After passing the city gate, there is another towering city wall and another city gate in front, just like a city within a city in ancient city buildings. Although the style is weird and makes people feel uncomfortable, the structure of the city gates can not only prevent

It is an extremely strict construction method that can protect the inside from the outside.

After passing the second city gate, the appearance of Chixiang Prison was truly revealed to Di Cheng and others. First, it was a large prison with an area of ​​nearly three football fields, except that there were only broken cement boards and messy

There was nothing else besides the grass, and it looked empty, desolate and desolate. Looking forward, there were gravel roads in front of the stadium and on the left and right edges, leading to three three-meter-high and five-meter-wide lacquered buildings.

Red iron gate.

It's just that the iron gate is too tight and the surrounding stone wall is very tall, making it difficult to see the scene inside.

"It's such a tight security, no wonder we dare to call ourselves a place of exile." Di Cheng looked at the dense sniper points, watchtowers, and heavy machine gun firing stations on the towering city wall with emotion. The tall city wall was as smooth as a knife and vertical.

Li Li, trying to climb out from this ten-meter-high city wall is nothing more than a dream.

What's more, there are groups of soldiers running and patrolling outside the stadium. These guys are all armed with live ammunition. If a problem occurs, they have the right to shoot immediately without asking for instructions.

"After entering our respective prison areas, please exercise restraint first, do not act rashly, and do not deliberately ask for news about Monk Hua. We will act together after we stabilize." Di Cheng reminded Yang Jing in a low voice.

"But what if someone provokes me and I can't restrain myself?" Yang Jing nodded and lowered his voice.

"Simple, use force to intimidate." Di Cheng's lips curled up.

"Hey, I understand." Yang Jing twisted his neck and smiled a little ferociously.

The group of people slowly separated. Jin Xuan, a decadent man, and two other men walked straight forward. Yu Fengxia, the only woman, walked to the right, while Di Cheng and most of the others walked to the left.

"This batch is very honest." The sergeant in front of the iron gate looked at the documents and said casually.

"Honest? How can an honest man come here?" The officer in charge of the escort glanced at Di Cheng and the others, snorted and sneered.

"Haha, that's right. Okay, let's go in. Let them slowly understand the rules of the iron prison. I'm too lazy to explain." The man nodded to the other guarding sergeants and closed the five-locked iron door.

was slowly pushed away.

Looking at the door that was pushed open with great effort, many people secretly grinned. It must be at least twenty centimeters thick! The safe is not as closed as you!

After passing through the thick wall and entering this so-called "iron prison", everyone, including Di Cheng, was stunned by the scene in front of them.

Is this the so-called prison? There are no prison buildings, no iron ropeways, and what appears in front of them is one after another...yards.

At a glance, there are thirteen courtyards built side by side in the huge open space. Each courtyard is about four or five meters apart. The courtyards are the same size, and they are all fifty or sixty meters square structure. They are built in the open air and have climbing areas on three sides.

The towering stone wall is covered with ferocious iron wires, and on one side is a large iron fence two fingers thick. It is thick and ferocious, like the ferocious mouth of an ancient beast, quietly waiting for prisoners one after another to come to the entrance.

Standing outside, you can clearly see the scene inside. There is no ferocious violence, no roaring and cursing, and there is no blood and gloominess. Under the sun, more than a hundred prisoners in ragged clothes are hugging their knees and huddled in the corner of the yard.

Iron ropes protruded from the wall, one end was connected to the courtyard wall, and the other end was wrapped around their limbs and necks, tying up these prisoners who were on the verge of death like a chain dog.

Every yard was silent, you couldn't even hear breathing, and there was no green at all such as weeds, which was in stark contrast to the green scene outside the city wall. The people in the yard were huddled there like dead bodies, almost all of them were

The same posture, motionless, even when Di Cheng and the others arrived, no one raised their head to look at them.

"Zhou Fanshan, the third compound from the left, follow me." A sergeant pushed the big man at the front and led him to the left.

"Gong Fengbing, the fourth courtyard, follow me."

"Dahan, Iron Supervisor, Fifth Courtyard."

"Ya Ya, Iron Prison, Sixth Courtyard."

"Dicheng, Iron Supervisor, Seventh Courtyard."

"Yang Jing, Iron Supervisor, Eighth Courtyard."

The soldiers around them led Di Cheng and the others toward the courtyards that looked like crawling beasts. The iron door creaked open. Without waiting for the sergeant to urge him, Di Cheng stepped in. But before entering, he glanced to the right from the corner of his eye.

, just in time, the long-haired man and the man with glasses also turned to him, their dull eyes flashed with sparkle at the same time, especially the long-haired man, with two cold and stern eyes revealed in his long hair, like a beast spying before prey.

"This is where you live. Please be obedient and honest." The sergeant pulled out an unused chain from the wall. There were five sections of chain at the end, which were tied to Di Cheng's hands, feet and neck.

.Perhaps because Di Cheng was honest and good-looking, the sergeant did not disobey him too much. He simply scolded him and left the compound.

Shaking the chain on his body, Di Cheng also imitated the prisoners around him and sat in the corner. A chain and a piece of land turned out to be a residence. There was no bed, no quilt, and the top of his head was empty. If there was wind, rain or heavy snow,

The situation can be imagined.

He looked at the prisoners on the left and right. Their clothes were in tatters, covered with dirt, and their hair was long and yellow, like a pile of weeds on their heads. They looked very miserable, but Di Cheng didn't have any pity.

He is not a kind man who pities the heaven and the people, and his hands are full of blood; secondly, as long as anyone who can come here is not a very evil person, the suffering he is suffering now can be regarded as atonement for his original sins.

But as he looked, Di Cheng suddenly discovered that there were adobe houses of about thirty to forty square meters each in the left and right corners of the compound. The houses had no windows, and there was only a doorway without a door panel in the front. Dim lights were shining on it.

There was a faint sway inside.

What surprised Di Cheng was that he actually heard... the suppressed moans of a woman from the adobe house on the left?!

Although he has not been in contact with many women, nor has he had any passionate nights, a man can understand this kind of sound, it is the sound of sex!

Hey, Di Cheng is happy. Just now he was lamenting the miserable life of these death row prisoners, chained to the wall in such a miserable way, letting the wind and rain blow, but there is... a scene of passion is still going on there?

The comparison is a bit too big. Chixiang Prison’s trick is really unique. Men all have needs. They have been unable to vent for several years and have been feeling uncomfortable. However, passion is going on inside the wall!

Touching the prisoner on the right with his elbow, Di Cheng asked: "Who lives there? Why are there still women serving him?"

The prisoner didn't even raise his eyes, but said in a gentle voice: "Give me a bun, and I'll tell you everything you want to know."

"Wotou? But I didn't bring anything."

"Someone will come to share the meal tomorrow. All you need to do is give me a bag then, and I will tell you everything you want to know." The prisoner spoke very simply, as if saying another word would be a waste of energy.

"Okay, it's simple. I'll give you both." Di Cheng agreed readily without doubting that he was there. After all, in this kind of prison, everyone would tell strangers things for no reason, and the exchange of benefits was considered normal.

"No, just one is enough." The prisoner's tone remained neither serious nor serious.

"Can we talk now?"

"Give me the cornbread when you want, and tell you what you want to know when you want. It's a fair exchange. Just wait, I'll tell you tomorrow."

Frowning slightly, Di Cheng said: "I keep what I say, it's just a piece of cornmeal. I will tell you tomorrow."

"Keep your word? I haven't heard such a funny joke for a long time." The prisoner sneered under his breath.

Many prisoners nearby swayed slightly. Although they didn't make a sound, they were sneering. Here, the truth has only two words, survival!

Integrity? Keep your word? It’s indeed a joke!

Looking over the chained prisoners, Di Cheng's brows gradually relaxed. He understood the meaning behind the sneer. Survival, only survival, is the only melody here!

He sighed secretly in his heart, and he no longer forced it. Tomorrow would be tomorrow, and there was no rush.

However, the relatively stronger prisoner on his left raised his eyes, looked up and down at Di Cheng's "thin" body and "delicate" appearance through his messy hair, and slowly sat up straight. "Little guy, I can do that.

I will tell you now, but you have to give me two things."

"What?" Di Cheng raised his eyes and looked at him.

"Give me a steamed bun when we share the meal tomorrow, and give me this piece of clothing you're wearing."

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