The bunch of white-haired villains in the cell didn't care about Liu Shiba blinking and squinting his eyebrows.
After three or four old guys in tattered clothes tidied up the shop, Liu Shiba felt something was wrong even more.
In the entire cell, except for three people, the other six people took off their shoes and sat in a neat row on the floor against the wall.
With a quick look, Liu Shiba's eyes shrank, it seemed that he was not sitting in a normal way?
These people put their feet together, hugged their knees with their hands, rested their chins on their knees and stared at Liu Shiba!
Their knees are a line when viewed horizontally, and their toes are also a line when viewed horizontally.
Liu Shiba couldn't help but secretly said in shock:
"Why didn't you be invited to be instructors during the military parade? What a pity!"
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There was a strange, evil atmosphere in the cell, and the two small lights on the wall flickered...
"New criminal, where did you come from?"
Liu Shiba raised his head and looked at the old guy who asked the question. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with a head full of white hair and a body full of tendons.
This guy also seems to have meat on his face. Of course it's not tendon meat, but it's full of flesh sandwiched between weather-beaten wrinkles.
He couldn't tell his exact age, but Liu Shiba estimated that he must be at least eighty years old.
This person was wearing a black vest and black sweatpants. He looked particularly fierce.
He, the strongest of the three old men who did not meditate, was actually wearing a vest in the cold cell?
"I'm not a gangster, I'm just a lost tourist!"
Liu Shiba's answer was plain and calm, thinking:
It turns out that the new people who came in were called new criminals, and they really gained experience.
Upon hearing Liu Shiba's answer, several other people in the cell, whether standing or sitting, looked at him with strange and dazed eyes.
Strange!
How come these days, anyone can enter this black prison and treat it as a sanatorium?
How come you can even throw in people who got lost while traveling?
The fierce old man who asked the question turned back to look secretly at the other old man standing on the iron fence at the door. He turned his head and stared at Liu Shiba with malicious eyes and said with a sly smile:
"New criminal, I don't care if you are lost or you are a slut, but I want to ask you if you understand the rules and do you have any money on you? Huh? This, money..."
As the old man spoke, he exaggeratedly rubbed his two fingers back and forth around Liu Shiba's eyes.
Now, no matter how stupid Liu Shiba was, he understood that the so-called silver refers to banknotes, so he smiled bitterly:
"I had no money. When I came in, everything on me was searched, my shoelaces were removed, and my belt was confiscated."
Having said this, Liu Shiba reached out and lifted up his trousers that were about to fall down with his left hand.
Liu Shiba felt that it was embarrassing to have his pants down in front of strangers, and he was actually a little embarrassed.
What makes Liu Shiba particularly curious is that this is a black prison. You can enter but not leave. Why do you need money?
In the dimensional space where I touched the golden token, I still have tens of thousands of dollars, but it is a pity that I can't take it out unless my wealth is revealed.
"So you're a poor guy? You didn't bring anything with you. You're here to seek death. Go on, tell me your name. What's your name?"
The old man's ferocious voice startled Liu Shiba, who looked at the six people sitting along the plank in confusion.
In the eyes of those six people, there was only indifference, a kind of malicious numbness, and a kind of gloating.
"My name is Liu Shiba."
"Liu Shiba? Your father's name is good. I think your father is out of his mind."
"Yes, it's broken!"
Liu Shiba replied depressedly, he still remembered Ning Weiguo's instructions, be patient!
The fierce old man glared and said angrily:
"Your father is very uneducated. Although the labor and management are old hooligans, they are also the kind of cultured ones. Being a hooligan these days has to be educated, do you understand?"
Speaking of this, the old man proudly raised his gourd-sized head high!
"Tian Mingjian, don't be so rude, follow the rules, and do it before the discipline officer comes.
Be gentle and don't kill this kid. The prison next door just killed one a few days ago and the body is not hard yet.
You should hurry up and follow the rules. This kid is still young. Just let him pass one of the three levels. He will be an honest person at first glance."
When the old man who was called the Gunslinger stood proudly at the stall, the white-haired old man in a Chinese tunic suit stood at the door and said something coldly, which immediately suppressed the old man's pride.
When Tian Mingjian heard this, he scratched his head with his hands and glared at Liu Shiba with a pair of bull's-eyes, with a trace of bad taste flashing in his eyes.
Then, Tian Mingjian's face turned solemn, and for some reason, a trace of seriousness appeared on his fleshy face. He looked at Liu Shiba with a smile and said:
"Liu Shiba, please listen to me clearly, okay! No matter where you are outside, you have to understand the rules when you come to this dark prison. Do you understand the rules?"
Liu Shiba nodded blankly!
Tian Mingjian looked satisfied and continued:
"Listen clearly, you are a dragon and you have to be coiled when you come in; you are a tiger and you have to lie down for me when you come in.
In this cell 305, boy, you must abide by the rules of this cell.
Just remember, that eldest brother is the head clerk in our cell, which means uncle."
When Tian Mingjian said this, he pointed at the old man in Mao suit with a cold face standing by the iron door of the prison cell.
Then, Tian Mingjian turned his finger and pointed at another white-haired old man sitting on the floor wearing reading glasses and reading a newspaper without raising his head and said:
"This is the second gear, that is, the second master. Besides the uncle, he is the biggest, do you know?"
"Bang bang, bang!"
While talking, Tian Mingjian looked at the old man named Uncle with a flattering look, then raised his head, raised his hand like a cattail leaf fan, patted his chest, and said with a sinister smile:
"I am the third gear, the third master! From now on, in this three-acre land, I will be the one to protect you.
You have to listen to my orders, otherwise...hehe! My fist won't recognize you.
Did you hear that, kid? I’ve been talking for a long time, but your mother didn’t even bother to hum? It’s really impossible to beat the shit out of me with three sticks.”
Liu Shiba, whose eyes were a little distracted, nodded absently:
"I heard it, Third Master."
Liu Shiba sighed secretly. The people in this cell looked like extremely vicious people. People had to bow their heads under the eaves.
If we were to be more ruthless, couldn't we kill all these guys?
No, you have to be patient, you have to be patient.
This time I joined the dormitory and learned a lot. Is there such a ridiculous place and rules?
When Tian Mingjian saw Liu Shiba calling him Third Master, Tian Mingjian immediately opened his mouth and smiled with satisfaction. He patted Liu Shiba's shoulder with his hand and laughed:
"You're a very smart boy. Let me tell you, if you want to live here, you have to arrange your seats.
When all three of us are dead, you will be the first, don't you think? It won't be long, maybe it will be your turn in ten or eight years."
Liu Shiba nodded stupidly, waiting for you all to die?
Ten years or eight years?
Tian Mingjian didn't care what Liu Shiba's expression was, he just explained:
"But, before that, I need to understand something and listen carefully to me:
Working here, from slave to general, these are the rules!"
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Note 1: The Black Prison in Qinling Mountains does exist. If you believe it, it does exist. If you don’t believe it, it doesn’t exist!
