As soon as the jailer left, everyone returned to their original positions. Some people still reluctantly held the iron railings with their hands and said some curses.
Bai Qinghan somewhat understood. The people in this cell were probably all death row prisoners. Time was running out, otherwise the jailer wouldn't have said such depressing words.
The cell was not spacious, and it was impossible for everyone to have enough space. The hateful-looking men were crowded together in twos and threes. Others relied on their own skills to bully the weak and bully the relatively thin ones.
Some people rushed to other places.
After watching it for a while, Bai Qinghan discovered an interesting thing. The person who seemed to be the easiest to bully was at ease. No one bullied him at all, and even refused to get close. The white scholar alone occupied the whole place.
Nearly half of the cell was occupied.
How could such a frail young man let these desperadoes on the road make room for him?
The scholar half lowered his head, closed his eyes, and rested half of his face on his knees. He could not see his exact face clearly, but could only vaguely make out his appearance.
Bai Qinghan found it interesting and wanted to go over and talk to him. As soon as he took a step towards the scholar, he was suddenly pulled by his sleeve.
When he turned around, he almost bumped into a ghostly face. The person dragging him was a man with half of his face burned by the fire. I don't know if this man had survived the fire before, but the right half of his face, neck, and forehead were not intact.
Skin. If you meet such a person while walking at night, you will definitely think that you have seen a ghost.
"Is something wrong?" Bai Qinghan was not very satisfied with his actions and asked him sideways.
The disfigured man lowered his voice mysteriously and said: "Newcomer, don't blame me for not reminding you... that person... you'd better not come into contact with him..."
As soon as he finished speaking, several other people gathered around and nodded: "That's right, you will be in trouble if you mess with him. He... is too scary."
Bai Qinghan laughed and said, "No matter how you look at it, you guys are the scarier ones. Besides, I just wanted to go over and talk to him. How could I annoy him?"
The disfigured man spat and said, "Good intentions are nothing but donkey's liver and lungs. It's up to you. I'll see if you can still laugh later." After that, he walked to the side angrily.
Bai Qinghan ignored them, walked straight to the scholar, sat down, and said in a friendly manner: "My dear friend, I see that you are handsome and fair. Why were you arrested? Others were not arrested.
I’ll bully you.”
The scholar didn't answer, not even the slightest reaction. He still buried half of his face in his knees and closed his eyes in silence.
Bai Qinghan's smile froze on his face. As we all know, he didn't have a good temper, and he was even a little bit petty. The weak goodwill he had just established towards the scholar disappeared in an instant.
Why was he putting on airs when he was so condescending to get close to him?
Bai Qinghan endured this sigh, put a smile on his face again, and said a few more greetings. This time he did not mention the prison matter so directly, but asked where the scholar was from.
Likewise, the scholar did not raise his head.
Could it be that he fell asleep?
Bai Qinghan raised his eyes and saw that everyone in the cell was scattered around, looking at him with serious expressions, as if waiting for something.