Chapter 135: The situation is moving, the waves are rising
In the blink of an eye, another day passed. In the middle of the night, Liu Shiba and Lu Xiaolin did not go out to investigate, but were recuperating in the cell...
There is never enough time in the cell, sleeping, getting up, waiting for meals!
After eating, I look forward to the next meal. After lunch, I look forward to dinner.
I am so hungry that I am going crazy...
To be honest, Liu Shiba usually thought he was frugal when he was outside, but only when he came to this black prison did he know what frugality meant!
A piece of white rice, only a few ounces from left to right, but I just can’t get enough!
Why?
Because there is no oil or water in the belly...
There are various dishes for the three meals a day, including salted radish in the morning, boiled radish at noon, and boiled radish in the evening.
If you don't taste it carefully, you won't be able to tell that there is salt in this dish.
The chef in the black prison, Zhu Yingtai, truly understood the true meaning of making rough dishes with meticulous care!
As for oil, I guess the black jail was considering the health of the prisoners to avoid diarrhea, so it was very humane and reduced the amount.
As the saying goes, holding clear water porridge in your hand without any oil in the dish is the standard of food in the black prison...
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After breakfast, Liu Shiba distributed a Big China to everyone in the cell.
Regarding this point, Liu Shiba was more generous than Wu Shixun. In his opinion, they were both destitute people in the world. Cigarettes were the only comfort in the prison cell. There was no need to use them to get stuck.
He felt that it was acceptable to smoke a few full cigarettes for the few half-grown old men below from time to time.
Liu Shiba himself was very frugal and smoked a trumpet carefully crafted by Lu Xiaolin.
For some unknown reason, Liu Shiba liked the taste.
Holding a loudspeaker in his mouth and humming an old song from long ago, Liu Shiba sat in the first seat near the iron gate!
In the past, only uncles were qualified to sit in this position!
"I'm holding the steamed buns in my hand. There's not a drop of oil in the dish. Ever since I said goodbye to you, I've been in the dark prison building...
The tears couldn't stop flowing, and there wasn't a drop of oil in the dishes..."
The people in cell 305 rarely made any noise. They sat quietly on the bunk, listening to Liu Shiba humming softly, and the strange tone echoed in the cell...
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Wu Shixun was alone, walking back and forth in the corridor of the prison cell, with a calm and peaceful face, and a faint hint of spring breeze.
The old man Mushan in the second stall was still sitting there flipping through the newspaper without raising his eyes.
Tian Mingjian seemed to have been infected by Liu Shiba recently. He took the wretched man Lu Xiaolin and studied the secrets of rolling the trumpet in the corner, and laughed triumphantly from time to time...
After a while, a circle of people gathered on the floor near the General Building, led by the bank robber, Fifth Gear, Nose Hair!
The remaining people include Zhou Dongsheng, Fan Heping, Zan Xiong and Mu Yuzhou...
The five people were muttering something unknown in the general building. From time to time, a few malicious glances would quietly glance at Liu Shiba, who was leaning against the wall and humming a tune.
The whole cell was filled with a sense of strangeness and seemed a bit depressing!
In fact, Liu Shiba was not a fool. He had been squatting there for almost two months, and he could see all the little moves of those people, but he did not criticize them.
He wanted to see how the fight for power was going on in the prison cell?
Could it be, just rely on fists?
If this is the case, then it is very simple, just beat these old guys until they are convinced...
However, if there is too much movement, will it attract the attention of the discipline soldiers?
Otherwise, just follow what Lu Xiaolin said and kill one of these deceptive Gu insects like Brain Fragment? Once and for all?
Looking up at Wu Shixun who seemed to be okay, Liu Shiba couldn't help but feel ridiculous for his previous naivety.
How can a bastard brother explain morality to you?
People on the road only get to the top through betrayal and bloodshed!
Many elder brothers on the road, on the surface, seem to be generous and responsible, talk about brotherly loyalty, and go out of their way to help their brothers, but in fact, it is true that they go out of their way to help their brothers, right?
It's so ridiculous that I actually call him brother sincerely?
Do you think Wu Shixun is really a person worth getting to know?
Thinking of this, Liu Shiba's eyes turned to Tian Mingjian again!
Tian Mingjian has a simple and honest nature, but Liu Shiba knew that he and Wu Shixun had lived together in a black prison for decades. No matter how they fell in love, Tian Mingjian would still have to side with Wu Shixun in the end...
However, the old man Tian Mingjian was heartless and the atmosphere in the cell was so strange. He was also interested in studying the trumpet with the wretched man Lu Xiaolin.
I guess this old guy really has strong limbs and a simple mind.
However, remembering what Tian Mingjian said when he first entered the black prison, Liu Shiba felt that his judgment was wrong.
Turning around and looking at the old man Mushan who was reading the newspaper calmly next to him, Liu Shiba knew that now, apart from Lu Xiaolin, the only person in the cell who might be able to support him was probably this man who looked like he was knocked down by the wind.
An old Japanese man.
Liu Shiba carefully observed the cautiousness in everyone's eyes and the expressions on their faces...
In the entire cell, ten people were divided into three groups. One was himself and Lu Xiaolin;
There is another group including Wu Shixun, Tian Mingjian and old man Mu Shan. If something goes wrong, the three of them may not be able to take action.
Another small group was the five people sitting on the bunk, silently surrounding the general building.
Each of these five people are unwilling to suffer losses. They are all narrow-minded, do not like other people's kindness, and are extremely jealous.
They couldn't bear to see others eating meat, so they ate carrots, and they ate loudspeakers while others smoked the Great China.
It doesn't matter where the cigarette or meat comes from, it has nothing to do with him.
But if you don’t feed him, he will hate you!
In the eyes of these people, your things should belong to them, and his things have nothing to do with you.
Such villains are the most boring and the most contemptible.
But one good thing about such people is that as long as someone stirs up trouble, they can easily jump out and take the lead.
To be honest, the only person who shares his heart is Lu Xiaolin, a wretched man. Unfortunately, this guy doesn't have much actual fighting power other than using poisonous insects to infect people.
There were ten people in the entire cell. Looking back and forth, Liu Shiba was shocked to realize that from now on, he would have to fight alone for his dignity, a bowl of white rice, and the trumpet every day.
Liu Shiba sat there with his eyes slightly closed, observing and thinking secretly. Lu Xiaolin, a wretched man, ran over with a newly rolled trumpet, smiled and handed the trumpet to Liu Shiba, foaming at the mouth and said:
"Hey! Master, this is a newly rolled trumpet! You see, I have researched and improved it. I use less tobacco, roll it longer, and smoke it more pleasantly.
I just used a little too much newspaper, please try it and see how it tastes."
Liu Shiba had a black line on his head, looked at the oversized speaker in his hand, and pinched the end of the speaker. It was empty?
You can probably touch a little bit of tobacco on the front end of the speaker.
Liu Shiba couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said:
"Why don't you just use newspaper rolls? That way you can save the tobacco."
Lu Xiaolin looked aggrieved and laughed softly:
"Didn't I roll it up for you to eat? I saw that you like to play the trumpet so much, so I wanted to try it if you just smoked the newspaper. Wouldn't it be more exciting?"
"You...get out of here! No, come here and I'll ask you something."
Liu Shiba whispered softly.
"What?"
Lu Xiaolin's eyes widened.
"Well, that Gu insect brain fragment you studied really turns people into idiots? Can't they change them back?"
Liu Shiba asked again suspiciously.
Lu Xiaolin said strangely:
"You can change back. As long as you suppress the Gu insect on a certain acupuncture point and sleep, you can recover immediately. You will be confused for a while at most!"
When Liu Shiba heard this, he suddenly smiled and said with a sinister smile:
"Come on! Get some brain fragments and give them one each, secretly..."
