"Wind?" Gigi woke up from her sleep.
Holding his knees, he looked alertly in the direction of the wind.
However, it was dark there, and after waiting for a while, only the wind was whistling, and no one was close to the symptoms here.
Glancing at the bracelet emitting a dim green light on her wrist, Gigi stood up, groping in the direction of the wind, until her fingers touched the cold fence.
It seemed to be hooked on something, and Gigi only felt a pain in his wrist, and then, with an "ah" sound, he saw that the mung bean beads that had been neatly wrapped around his wrist fell off his wrist.
"Didou..." Jiji quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed the beans, but the wind was so strong that he only grabbed three or four when his fingers hit the fence, and the rest of the beans were wrapped in the wind to his right Fly in the direction of the square.
Ignoring the aching fingers, Gigi just stared at the beans in a daze.
In the darkness, the ground beans are like stars scattered in the night sky, and like meteors, they are fleeting and disappear into the darkness.
Bewildered, Gigi looked at the direction where the peas disappeared, and then looked at the direction where the wind came. Finally, when the wind stopped abruptly, he squinted his cat-like eyes, and finally lowered his eyelashes, his eyes falling. On the few ground beans left in his hand, he murmured a little distressedly: "Yeah... There are only so many left..."
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When the wind came, Perma also raised her head.
Different from the single cell before, he is now locked in a multi-person cell. There are thirteen prisoners with him. Based on this number, he guesses that the floor he is locked in will not be very low, about the third underground floor to the seventh floor. between layers.
Look, the old prisoner is good at this, especially since he is not blindly imprisoned. Apart from being imprisoned, he will also do some "small business", which makes him more informed than the average prisoner or even the jailer.
He bet that several of the guards on this floor are newcomers, and they are not as familiar with this prison as he is~
After just one night, Poma has changed a lot.
Especially in the eyes of his new "roommates".
After all, everyone was basically imprisoned together. When they came here, most of them accepted their fate, rested and recuperated, chatted and chatted, and occasionally there were a few who waved their fists and wanted to make a breakthrough in the new chassis. .
Only Poma, from the moment he was thrown in, turned pale, like a dead man, staying motionless where he was thrown, he didn't move.
When assigned a task, he did not move at all;
Do not move when being bullied by a prisoner in the same cell;
When he was beaten by the jailer because he didn't do the task at all, he still didn't move.
"He's already a dead man." Looking at Poma like this, the older man in the "roommate" sighed deeply.
However, what happened next confused all the prisoners:
First, a few little ghosts suddenly got in through the railing and walked directly to Pomma, stuffing him with food and drink, and helping him with the work!
This crap is not easy!
Someone in prison!
In an instant, the other prisoners in the same room stopped bullying him.
Then everyone was kicked out of the original cell together.
The floor where the sentence was booked according to the crime, the children acted quickly and secretly, and few people saw what happened around the corner, but when they came to the new cell, they were in the same room with Poma, and now they are with him The prisoner in one room suddenly found that Perma was different.
Picking up the new assignment he was assigned, he started doing it right away!
He didn't touch it once before, but he did it really fast and well. Others just sewed a few stitches ← This time they were assigned a new task of sewing clothes. He actually sewed all the old prison uniforms that the other prisoners changed into. All right!
It was a completely dark cell, and only for the convenience of their work, the jailer gave each prisoner a candle, only one, whether they had finished their work or not, there was only one candle.
"If anyone of you needs a candle, exchange it for me with money." After blowing out his candle, Poma suddenly spoke up.
The voice is clear and clear, and it is the usual Poma's voice again!
"Don't want the points here, want the money from outside!" Facing the ignorant roommate, Poema said more in detail.
Then, he skillfully moved in the dark.
After delineating a small piece of land that belonged to him, he protected the work he had done. Then, he planted a few ground beans that the children had given him... planted on his own land.
Fortunately, this is not the kind of bare metal prison, but a dirty cell that has been inhabited for many years. In this kind of place, there is soil.
Do not dislike this kind of dirty place, Perma delineated the site according to the degree of soil hypertrophy.
Dad said: A place with a lot of soil is a good place, not only can it resist cold and heat, but also grow food.
That is to say, these new prisoners don't understand the market, and no one fights with him, otherwise such a good place may not necessarily get him.
Ah... Not necessarily, he is no longer the weak child he used to be. Now he is tall and has the habit of exercising in prison all the year round. His muscles are also developed, and he has rich fighting experience. Now he is fighting against people, Not necessarily losing.
Perma quickly took stock of her current strengths and advantages.
Then I started to recharge and wait for the first "business" to reopen.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for someone to come to Poma to buy candles.
These clumsy guys run out of candles long before all the work is done. If you want to work, you must have light. If you want light, you must have candles. People who don't have candles... just thought of Pomma's words.
Look, that's it, just start over, nothing difficult.
Living in his new, filthy cell, Perma started from scratch again.
When the wind blows, he is loosening the soil for the newly planted ground beans.
The other prisoners had just come in from outside, and they didn't feel anything wrong with the sudden wind. Some even complained that the wind was too strong and it was a little cold.
But Perma stood up immediately.
Clinging tightly to the fence with both hands, no matter how strong the wind was, Pomma's eyes didn't blink. Then, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Ice... water... the smell of snow."
"Ah... it's the smell of the outside."
Agui said that the outside of this prison is surrounded by ice and snow.
So, when she opened her eyes again, there was light in Poma's eyes again.
Next, let the wind continue to blow, he continued to cultivate his small bean field.
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"How many times is this?" In the office on the first floor of Star Prison, which is also the top floor, in the only office on the entire floor, an ordinary-looking man stood at the office with a smile on his face. The subordinate in front of the table.
"You... I follow you to start... This is the fifth time, this year... This is... This is the second time... " The man was clearly smiling, his smile was kind, and his questions didn't seem to be sharp, but he was standing in front of the desk. The big man was trembling all over, and lowered his head. He tried to shrink the huge man a little bit smaller.
"How many years have you been following me?" Still with a smile on his face, the man sitting behind the desk smiled even more kindly.
"Two... Twenty-three years..." The big man opposite also trembled even more.
"Twenty-three years?" The man smiled, smiling...
The moment the smile disappeared, he suddenly shouted: "There have only been five similar incidents in the twenty-three years, but two this year? Don't you want to follow me to the twenty-fourth year?"
It's the most terrifying thing for a person who was originally amiable to get angry. At the moment when the man burst into a drink, his eyes were round and his eyebrows were almost raised. At that moment, he was like a Shura!
But only for a moment.
After he finished speaking, he immediately moved the glass that was facing the back, leaving only the back of the big man in a black uniform.
The big man fell to his knees with a plop.
"Me! I'll investigate this matter thoroughly! There must be black sheep in the city! I'm going to find them all and deal with them one by one! Make sure that none of them are left!"
Loudly speaking his promise, the man tapped the ground with his forehead, not daring to move or utter a word, he pricked up his ears and listened to the response from the front.
However, the front was quiet, and after a long time, he heard a voice coming from the opposite side.
"I don't blame you. We are getting bigger and bigger here, and there are more and more people. Under the circumstance of giving freedom, there will always be people who have thoughts that they shouldn't have."
"Do what you want and let me see the results."
"Otherwise, I'll do what I want."
He said it gently, however, the big man who was still kneeling on the ground had his entire back soaked wet.
"There is another day before the auction will be held."
"Make it the biggest auction, and the last."
"I have a bad hunch that we won't be able to hold any more auctions in a short period of time. We will simply hold a bigger one this time, and then close it indefinitely, so that those who come over will have some thoughts about the future." The matter of the investigation was handed over to his subordinates. He seemed to have no intention of interfering with the matter at all, so he brought up other matters.
"Yes." With his forehead still on the ground, the big man said in a low voice.
"This time, there will be a lot of important people coming. You have to bring someone to clean up and don't be rude."
"Yes." Like a puppet, there seemed to be only one word left in the big man's mouth.
The wind howled, echoing in the huge office, almost louder than his voice.
"And..." The voice was soft, and the man paused for a while. After a while, he raised his head and looked at the ceiling slightly:
"Do you smell stinky?"
"The wind is just right, just reminding me that it's time to do a thorough cleaning."
"Not only the things on the bright side, but the dirty things in the pipes, you should also deal with them this time."
The man whispered.
"...Yes." Then, the big man whispered again that he was.