"Want some clothes? But I didn't bring a change of clothes, just this one."
"Then I have nothing to do with it." A cold light flashed in the man's eyes, and he suddenly grabbed Di Cheng's neck. His long black nails, which had not been trimmed for an unknown period of time, were covered with dirt.
Di Cheng frowned, putting such disgusting claws on himself was simply an insult. He snorted coldly, you are seeking death yourself, you can't blame others.
His body swayed slightly and he easily let go of the dirty black claws. He spun out his left hand and grabbed the man's shoulder. He clenched his right hand into a fist and then blasted away, directly grabbing the man's neck.
Click! Bang!
The fist with unparalleled force shattered the throat bone and the back of the neck in an instant. The broken bones burst out in the skin and flesh. The posterior artery ruptured and a large mouthful of blood spurted out. The iron fist continued to vent its strength unabated.
With a strong force, it was blasted against the wall behind with the tattered flesh of its throat.
Decisive! Kill with one blow!
The big man's face still had the ferocious look that had just emerged, and he didn't know what happened until he died. He could only open his mouth wide and gush out thick blood mixed with broken bones and flesh.
The pungent smell of blood made many nearby prisoners frown, but no one raised their heads or spoke. Silence was still the main theme of the compound, and those further away did not even move at all.
For them, they had seen too much and experienced too much bloody killings among prisoners. Their hearts were numb, and they were too lazy to marvel, and they were too lazy to laugh at the ungrateful man.
Only the prisoner on Di Cheng's right was close enough to really feel the power of Di Cheng's iron fist, and there was some surprise in his eyes.
"Good skills." The man said calmly.
"Let's work together." Di Cheng grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, put it on his bloody hands and began to rub it, without even looking at the dead body next to him.
The man looked at Di Cheng for a moment and suddenly said: "Give me half a steamed bun and I'll tell you everything I know."
"Oh? Why has the price been reduced?" Di Cheng looked at him with a half-smile.
"Strength comes first, and you have the qualifications. As long as you promise to give me half of the corn tomorrow, I can tell you everything you want now."
"Yes." Di Cheng agreed happily. The felons here are all cruel and ruthless, but they are also the most practical and understand the conditions and qualifications for exchange of benefits. Sometimes, it is easier and more convenient to speak and do things.
"To answer the question you just asked, the adobe house in the north lives in the seventh courtyard of the Iron Prison, Sha Lang, whose nickname is Xie Xingfiao. Among the thirteen owners of the Iron Prison, his strength ranks around fifth. Enter
He has been in Chixiang Prison for four years, and the reputation of the head of the Seventh Courtyard has been established through repeated battles. Until now, no one dares to provoke." The man's words are still so concise and clear. If he can express it in one sentence, he will never do it.
Let’s talk about the second sentence.
"You mean, each of the thirteen courtyards of the Iron Prison has its own head?"
"The Thirteen Iron Prison Houses, each house has a head, who formulates family rules and manages the house slaves."
Di Cheng couldn't help but look at the adobe house where the woman's humming could still be heard, and said: "How are the heads of the family created? What are their benefits?"
"Challenge the original head of the family and replace him. If you succeed, you will be the new head of the house; if you fail, you will be dismembered and fed to the dogs. The head of each courtyard has a house to live in and can eat two meals a day, one meat and one vegetarian, including white flour steamed buns. In a few days, there will be more
Fruits are distributed, and you have the right to choose your own guards in your own courtyard and live in the adobe house on the south side. In addition, you can also choose maids from the female prison to take care of your daily life." When he said this, a deep look flashed in the depths of the man's groggy eyes.
The desire, vegetables? Meat? Fruits? He hasn't tasted them for so long that he can hardly even remember the taste. Women? He doesn't even have the qualifications to fantasize about them.
"There are vegetables, meat, and women. The prison takes good care of them." Di Cheng looked at the prisoners huddled in the corner and covered in dirt. The contrast was really unacceptable.
"Behind the enjoyment is the obligation to deal with it, and they... are not having a hard time either."
"What obligation?"
"You will know gradually. It is not convenient for me to say more."
Di Cheng didn't insist, and then asked: "The women's prison should contain female prisoners. What is the difference between the iron prison and the death row?"
"Death Prison..." A slight fluctuation finally appeared in the man's eyes, and a touch of panic trembled in his eyes uncontrollably. "The Iron Prison is hell, the Death Prison... is purgatory. The Iron Prison has thirteen courtyards, and the Death Prison has seven tombs.
The thirteen courtyards correspond to the thirteen family heads, and there are seven gravekeepers in the seven cemeteries.
The thirteen family heads of the Iron Prison are all formidable in strength and possess unique skills. However, if they enter the death row, no one dares to be arrogant. I am afraid that even the first head of the Iron Prison, Zhou Shaojie, will not be able to face the gravekeepers of the death row.
Dare to be too arrogant."
"Gravekeeper..." Di Cheng couldn't help but look forward. He had just arrived at Chixiang Prison and had not yet seen and experienced the true cruelty of this place with his own eyes, but the fear in his eyes was enough to tell.
The death row is the real place of death in this prison.
I don’t know if the nine-headed monk is one of the thirteen family heads or one of the gravekeepers.
Di Cheng wanted to ask in detail, but there was always a crisis here. If he asked someone by name, it would easily attract the attention of interested people, so he could only endure it for the time being.
"Why are you not active? The entire Chixiang Prison is lifeless?"
"Conserve your physical strength and add some capital to your survival."
"Tell me more about it." Di Cheng felt strange that these people were reduced to the point where they even had to save the energy to speak. He didn't think that these people were too exaggerated. One person and several people were like this, maybe it was artificial, but the whole compound
, the entire Thirteenth Railway Supervisory Academy is like this, and the problems inside are huge.
The man glanced at Di Cheng, hesitated slightly, and said: "The prison will only give prisoners a steamed bun every two days, and there is only one steamed bun. Who can fill their stomachs? The last time I ate was two days ago.
How can a person who has not eaten for two days have the energy to speak. Not only that, the third prisoner will go out every ten days to protect himself from the wind. The location is the big grassland you see after entering the city gate. The three prisons gather together, and it is a scene.
Not to mention the chaos, that day is also the time to hand in the task. The more physical strength you have, the greater your hope of survival."
"It only takes two days to give you one steamed bun?" Di Cheng frowned, no wonder! No wonder these people were so silent. Without eating for two consecutive days, ordinary people would already be dizzy with hunger, not to mention the people here have been there for months or even years.
Maintain a life of only eating for two days. "What tasks do you need to turn in that day?"
"Human lives, every ten days, the railway prison must hand over seven lives, the death row must hand over one life, and the female prison must hand over two lives."
"How to hand it in?"
"Two people are selected from each compound and gathered together for a melee. The time is ten minutes. The person with sound limbs and no serious injuries is considered the winner. Each person is distributed five steamed buns. The two best performers among them will also have the opportunity to eat meat and
Vegetables. The rest with broken limbs and serious injuries were thrown into iron cages and fed to the dogs."
Di Cheng's heart trembled. His simple tone was filled with unimaginable cruelty. Feed the dog? Even with his own concentration, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes when he heard the dry words coming out of this man's mouth.
Exhaling softly, Di Cheng leaned against the wall and said: "Why do you have to force yourself to endure this pain? You have no hope of going out anyway, you don't have enough to eat or wear, and you may often suffer from exposure to the sun, heavy rain, heavy snow and strong winds, and
I have to hand in tasks every once in a while. It’s such a hardship, so it’s better to commit suicide.”
"Relief?" The man suddenly smiled sadly, and many people nearby showed a bit of bitterness and sadness after hearing these words.
"I want to die, I really want to die, I wish I could bite my tongue and kill myself right now, but I don't dare, and no one dares."
"Why?" Even if you die, you won't let him die?
After a moment of silence, the man said slowly: "Each hospital has the same family rules. Every half a month, the weight is measured. If the weight is less than 100 kilograms, there is only one outcome, and that is...feed the dogs, feed the dogs alive! We don't
Even if I do not talk, I hope to maintain my weight as much as possible.
And if someone is found to be suicidal, or has that intention, he will end up with the same fate, fed to the dog!
Suicide? We don’t have a knife, so we can only commit suicide by biting our tongues, but there are surveillance cameras all around the compound. Once caught by them, we will rescue them immediately. After being revived... Haha, do you know what life is worse than death? They
I will definitely let you experience it well." The man also leaned gently against the stone wall, looking up at the desolate night sky, with turbid tears silently falling, and said in a hoarse voice, "I... miss home..."
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