On the second day of the black rainy night, the entire Aogu City was quiet. Except for some city guards on duty, very few people would choose to go out. As for those who went out, most of them were poor people who could not do so.
I saw them wandering around the trash cans, sometimes collecting the leftovers in the tubs, and sometimes looking left and right, for fear of being seen by others.
But compared to the decaying scene in the slums, the underground arena is now a bustling place. Fighting and killings are endless. Anyone with some spare money will now give priority to coming here to have fun.
If you are unlucky, you will just spend money to buy excitement. But if you are lucky, you can not only earn back the ticket money, but even receive a large bounty.
But precisely because of this, the underground arena cannibalized all the customers who should have belonged to the dark prison, so that the latter had to rack their brains and try to make some recovery.
The warden was sitting in the stone room at this time, drinking ale, and once again thinking about the good show that was about to be staged. This was a brilliant idea that he had been thinking about for many days, and it was the capital to attract the attention of the nobles again.
He is not worried that he will fail, because there is an essential difference between the dark cell and the underground arena. If the underground arena is a public stage, then the dark cell is a private banquet that is always hidden in the darkness.
The Black Prison has never sold tickets, so no matter how wealthy ordinary people are, it is impossible to enter it. Its service target is single and clear, only targeting the nobles of Aogu City.
The black rain made people get lost in the vortex of time. Although it was just after noon, the sky was extremely dark. Seven or eight carriages stopped slowly, and the nobles were supported by servants and walked into the dark cell.
The water lines formed a string of beads and continued to swim along the cracks on the surface of the stone wall. The warden smiled and greeted the nobles, but their expressions showed a lack of interest.
That's the thing about face. What others give is what they give. You can never force yourself. What's more, it's great to come, especially on the second day of this dark rainy night.
"I wonder what the warden has to do today? I'm planning to go to the underground arena." The middle-aged noble headed by asked.
"That's right. I think you should close this dark prison as soon as possible. It's getting boring." Another nobleman answered, his words full of sarcasm.
However, the warden did not answer. He always walked at the front, leading everyone to the bottom. Seeing this, the nobles smiled at each other, stopped talking nonsense, and followed leisurely behind.
Familiar space, familiar box, familiar dim candlelight. After the warden waited for everyone to sit down, he turned to the servants and clapped his hands.
Not long after, a three-meter-square wooden giant was carried to the center of the field by the servants, and then pulled into the air.
"Welcome to the dark cell. This is our new game, the Bloody Rubik's Cube! The gameplay is..." The warden smiled and introduced his favorite work.
The Bloody Rubik's Cube is a cruel game newly launched in the dark prison. It consists of 27 square wooden grids, which can accommodate 26 prisoners except for the connecting hub in the center.
Its six directions, up, down, left, front and back, are dyed in six colors: red, green, orange, blue, yellow, and white, and are all connected to winches.
Each side of it is divided into nine cubes of the same size, and inside these cubes, there is a prisoner locked in each.
The noble can order his servants to turn one side at a time at a cost of ten gold coins. As long as three wooden grids are connected with the same color, the prisoner inside will be killed on the spot.
And if you kill the last group of people, you will get the opportunity to choose the prisoner yourself, or you can bring the target of the next game.
The warden softly introduced the rules of the game, and the nobles' eyes became brighter and brighter as they followed each other's words. Because in these people's minds, although killing is good, there are not many interesting killings.
This is also the reason why they came here today. Although the underground arena was lively, in the eyes of the nobles who were used to seeing blood, it still felt like it was a waste of food and a pity to abandon it.
"There are a hundred gold coins here. I want to spin them ten times first." A nobleman wearing a brocade robe spoke first.
The warden nodded, and then the servant took away the money bag. The noble in robes looked at the center of the field, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly spoke out a series of instructions.
Six huge winches rotated slowly, and the prisoners inside either looked frightened, begged for mercy, or cursed. They knew what was waiting for them ahead, and no one liked to walk with death.
After ten turns, the noble sat back in the leather chair angrily. Nine screams were heard one after another, and their bodies were pulled out of the wooden grid, but their heads remained in place.
"No, you are too useless. You successfully connected the same color three times out of ten times? Look at me!" Another noble laughed and took out his wallet.
For a time, the entire space was filled with laughter and wails. The spurting blood dyed the ground red, and each head turned into a caged bird.
The warden's expression finally relaxed a little. Under the pressure of competition in the underground arena, the dark prison introduced this new gameplay, but whether it can succeed or not depends on the nobles.
Three hours later, the last group of prisoners was killed, and the entire Rubik's Cube returned to its original state. As for the victorious noble, he nodded and accepted the applause of others.
The desire to kill was satisfied, and the victory that demonstrated wisdom was even more glorious. Everyone looked at the prison again, and the anticipation in their eyes was beyond words.
Not long after, the Rubik's Cube in the air slowly rotated again. The nobles were calculating how to issue instructions while peeking at the recording paper in the hands of others.
As for the nobleman who had won previously, he was surrounded by people in the center. Sometimes he opened his mouth and pointed, and sometimes he pretended to be profound and silent.
His vanity was satisfied again. He felt that his more than one hundred gold coins were well spent. This good thing that kills three birds with one stone does not happen every day.
And the glances from all around were not only mixed with jealousy, but also with unabashed hatred. This feeling was very wonderful, and even gave him the illusion of being in a state of ecstasy.
However, just when he was dazed, the curses started to sound again. There was nothing in the 26 wooden grids of the Rubik's Cube. The winners puffed up their chests, while the losers urged the warden again. The game lasted from afternoon to late at night. Nearly a hundred heads were piled in the corner, and two large boxes of gold coins were sealed. The nobles who were still unfinished left in the car, but before leaving, they booked their seats for the next game in advance. Even a certain nobleman with a quick mind went to the mercenary union quietly and issued an anonymous mission under the strange eyes of the staff.
The mission reward is thirty gold coins, and the content is only one sentence: We need a master of playing Rubik's Cube, alive and able to speak.
The black rain was still falling. The warden returned to his stone room and looked out the window with a tired face. The end of his gaze was naturally in the direction of the underground arena.