After scolding me, I quickly backed away to distance myself from this person. I stepped forward with my left foot and stepped back with my right foot, assuming an eight-step starting position to catch the cicada.
I don’t know what the opponent’s strength is. Although I said it very hard, in fact my nervous palms were all sweaty!
I thought there would be a fierce battle next! Unexpectedly, I saw him sitting on the lower bunk with his head lowered, letting out a series of weird laughs like "hehehehe".
"Hey Hey Hey....."
He just lowered his head and smiled stupidly for about ten seconds. Then he raised his head and his eyes were confused. There was a subtle change in his whole demeanor, as if he was a different person.
"Little brother, who are you?"
I was stunned for a few seconds and asked, "You don't recognize me? I'm your new roommate."
He said with certainty: "I really don't know you, little brother, where have we met before? You were also imprisoned for committing a crime?"
I took a deep breath: "Then do you know Du Xiaoxiao?"
His eyes were confused and he said: "Who is Du Xiaoxiao? I don't know him."
"What's your name?" I asked again.
"My name is Zhao Weiping, what about you? What is your name?"
Seeing that he didn't look like he was pretending, I knew that this was a typical dual personality. He also played another person named Zhao Weiping.
It can be seen from the eyes that the second personality he transformed into is relatively docile, and there is no such violence and madness in his eyes. Of course, he will not make me eat shit anymore.
He stood up, came over, shook my hand, and said, "Today is the first day we meet, so we have to celebrate. Do you want to have a drink?"
"You have?"
"Yes! I'll get it for you!"
He stood up, opened the bedclothes, took out a red plastic bag, and picked out a cigarette butt that someone else had finished smoking from the plastic bag. Then he rummaged under the sheets for a long time and took out a box of crumpled matches from nowhere.
He lit the fire, took a good puff, and then handed the cigarette butt to me.
I looked at it and frowned and said, "Brother, you don't have this anymore. Just one bite and your whole body was burned."
"No, don't worry! I still have it!"
He went to look for cigarette butts in the red plastic bag again, and found out that they were "real cigarette butts" and they were very clean.
Seeing this, he said dejectedly: "Hey, no more. I wanted to entertain you originally. If only I had two dollars, I could buy two new ones."
"Brother... no, there is a canteen selling cigarettes here?"
"There's no canteen here," he said.
"Then what do you mean by buying two cigarettes?"
He said anxiously: "There is someone who sells them! The old man Qin who lives in room 403 is related to the vice president, so he sells them! Guanting cigarettes! They cost one dollar each!"
I thought for a while and said, "Just wait."
I looked around to make sure there was no one else, then turned around and put my hand directly into my crotch.
After a while of fumbling around, I took out two brand-new hundred-dollar bills. (I learned from Bean Sprouts' method of hiding money, which is to sew a sandwich into my pants.)
When he saw the hundred dollar bill I took, his eyes widened!
I handed it over and said with a smile: "Hey, it's a small thing, just take it and buy a cigarette and come back tomorrow."
He took the one hundred yuan with trembling hands, his expression was a little excited, and he said incoherently: "Brother, I... I'm embarrassed to take your money. If I take it, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay it back in the future."
"Take it, you're welcome, you don't have to give it back."
The task Wu Le gave me was to save a man named "Qin Huiwen". I was about to ask for information about this man when I heard him say happily: "Now I have money! I will buy cigarettes and wine!"
I turned my head and glanced at the locked door, and asked doubtfully: "The door is locked, how can you buy cigarettes?"
He chuckled and said confidently: "So what if the door is locked? Brother, please take a look, what is the secret art of the world that has been passed down by a single lineage."
He acted so mysteriously that I mistakenly thought he had some wall-walking skills.
Unexpectedly, in the next second he quickly walked to the corner and said quickly to the wall: "Qilili, brush lala, the mouse gave birth to a nest of blind babies, blind babies, blind babies, ten will grow up."
Ten blind people. At night, the blind baby is calling a cat, calling a cat."
After quickly reading this strange sentence, he squatted down and kept making strange sounds from his mouth.
How can I put it... It sounds like the phlegm stuck in the throat and you want to vomit but can't vomit it out.
This sound lasted for more than two minutes. It was an unexpected and shocking scene!
