When Rachel walked into Hawkeye's room, the corridor of Building No. 3 was empty, not a single ghost was there. But when the man finished what he wanted to say, turned around and opened the door again, and walked out, he found that in the corridors of the third building at this moment, except for the mt on the 31st floor, almost everyone was behind him. They all stood silently at the edge of the corridor. When Rachel opened the cell door, the creaking sound of the iron door became the only sound at this time, and it spread to every corner of the entire building with the air.
"..."
Lei Qie was silent, he took two steps, his shoes made a rattling sound as he stepped on the marble floor, standing on the edge of the corridor on the 28th floor of Building 3, the blue pupils of the red-haired man were full of peace .
The whole picture is almost static. The prisoners in Building No. 3 held their breath involuntarily, staring intently at the young man standing on the 28th floor. A slight movement—at this moment, almost everyone thought that Rachel was about to say something—
At this time, even if the man only uttered one syllable, this syllable will be recorded in the history of the Jueji Museum as the only person with different royal powers who broke into other buildings since the establishment of the Jueji Museum.
They even speculated that perhaps the delicate balance of the four buildings for a hundred years would be broken—
For many years, the directors of the Absolute Wing Hall have carefully distributed the prisoners to the four buildings according to a certain law that only they can control. From the strong to the weak, they are almost evenly distributed in every corner of the Absolute Wing Building. Even if for a period of time, the position of the king may be unstable in a certain building, and the two powers are fighting each other, but over the years, Whether it is an advantage or a disadvantage, the strength of the four buildings is almost the same. No building will be ahead of the others, and no high-rise building will be weak in follow-up.
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And precisely because of this delicate balance of "no one will take advantage", since the establishment of the Jueji Building, the prisoners in the four buildings have consciously divided into gangs and classified them, and always follow the principle of "don't care about the right and wrong of other buildings". According to the rules of the Jueyan House, each life does not interfere with each other, and all open and secret battles are almost limited to this building.
The prisoners in the other three buildings are completely irrelevant to the individual prisoners except that they occasionally meet in the restaurant. The simple and crude rules of survival of the weak and the strong have been perfectly preserved, and there have not even been any major disturbances for so many years.
In history, no matter how strong the king is, he did not dare to bear the consequences of breaking the rules.
For strong people of the same level as themselves, they happen to be the ones who are most sensitive to the existence of each other. Facing the rulers at the top of the food chain whose power is as unpredictable as their own, they are vigilant and careful. Putting it away, they will gradually restrain their annexation ambitions over time, and finally each occupy their own side of the mountain, non-interfering with each other, and restraining each other.
However, it is precisely because of this delicate past that has been deliberately and carefully cared for, it is like a dream in the mirror that does not know when it will wake up. Once this balance is broken, it will never be restored. And open a new chapter.
For many years, people have been waiting for this moment with different moods.
When a king ruled two buildings at the same time, the kings of the remaining two buildings would never sit idly by, otherwise waiting for themselves would only be the next fate of being annexed.
Once the balance is broken, the final result must be that after a long period of internal and external struggles, there will only be one true king left in the Jueji Pavilion.
If this situation arises, who will that person be? Will Building No. 3, as a "sacrifice", become the first victim under the impetus of opening the chapter of history
Having lived in the Absolute Wing Pavilion for more than three years, the prisoners who have figured out this luxurious cage almost all know what an earth-shattering choice is before them at this moment—they fell into a deathlike silence, silently waiting Looking up at the different king standing on the twenty-eighth floor to make a choice—
Reform, or maintain the status quo
The prisoners in Building No. 3 are cautious, they can almost hear the sound of their heavy breathing and the strong and fast beating frequency of the heart in the chest cavity from their eardrums—yes, standing there looking down on them now is not theirs The king, but with an expression that can only be used by the king, looking down at them like a king
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Some high-level executives even clenched their fists silently, and the blue veins were exposed from the arm muscles they explained. The eyes of the senior executives of Building No. 3 were filled with undisguised humiliation—
They were sent to the Absolute Wing Hall for various reasons. Before that, which one was not a powerful man in the political world, which one was not a tycoon who stomped his feet and shook the three sides of the land, and who would think of himself? The future will be like this moment, full of aggrieved.
As an international comprehensive prison, they come from different countries and have different beliefs and cultures. They gain greater benefits by stepping on each other's corpses to climb up. It's a very light thing to say, but at this moment, all the prisoners in Building No. 3 are roaring in their hearts——
Not reconciled.
Not reconciled!
Not reconciled! ! !
They are not willing to see Building No. 3 disappearing from the history of the Jueji Hall from them. They are not willing to sacrifice themselves as the key to open a new era. Even if it is every prisoner who lives on the bottom floor of Building No. 3 on the blacklist of the museum's history, in their hearts, they are definitely not the worst one in the Absolute Wing Museum.
Even Building No. 3 shouldn't be the building with the worst overall strength.
The reason why they are in such a state of desperation is that they stand in the corridor of their own floor and look up at the other kings who do not belong to their own building at all—
All because they don't have a real decent king.
It's all because they are suddenly unable to follow up for some reason during this time when the strong ones appear one after another. The seeded players of the intelligent and combative kings are always a little bit behind and unable to stand out. During the turmoil, mt, who was originally unable to control the overall situation, was almost emptied. In the days when he looked good, he closed his eyes almost every night in vigilance
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In the scorching but polar-like staring salute of everyone, Lei Qie raised the corners of his lips, curled his slender fingertips, and made an ethereal "dongdong" sound as his fingertips lightly tapped on the railing—
He didn't even shake his head drastically. Starting from the twenty-eighth floor, almost everyone who stood opposite the red-haired man had an illusion. It seemed that for a moment, he had been terrified with the pair of men who were so different from each other. Bottomless eyes looked straight at—
The man didn't look up. At this moment, he was standing on the fourth-to-last floor of Building No. 3, but he seemed to have become a little giant in spirit. Those who dared to stand above him seemed to be completely ignored by him. From the beginning to the end, Even that fiery red hair didn't seem ready to move up.
As if talking silently, this man has never had the habit of raising his noble head and looking up at others.
Under all kinds of strange gazes, Lei Qie moved the corners of his lips, and it seemed that there would be something to say from the depths of his throat in the next second, but at this exciting moment!
Without warning, a furry ear appeared behind the railing.
Then there was a fluffy face, in such a tense and serious atmosphere, a chubby puppy appeared beside the red-haired man out of season, the wet black nose twitched vigorously and squeezed out from the gap in the railing , squishing and buzzing at the same time—
In the expression of the prisoner in Building No. 3 who seems to have gone to the wrong set, a huge dog paw appeared on the edge of the wall, and the big dog's mouth stuffed in the gap was pulled back and finally saved his face from the narrow gap After coming out, the pup stood up on his hind legs and lay on the edge of the railing, his prickly ears almost reached the elbows of the red-haired man beside him, his face curiously poked out from the inside of the railing, lying on the side of the railing, pup Wagging its big tail and looking down enthusiastically.
The saliva dripping from the big dog's mouth even dripped on the tip of the nose of some unlucky guy on the twenty-seventh floor.
"puff."
The prisoners in Building No. 3 who were in a mess in the wind heard a soft chuckle.
The pup's ears moved, he turned his head, and looked at its stupid master reproachfully: "Wow?"
- you fart
Rachel just laughed, took off his hand on the railing, rubbed the head of the pup lying beside him who was stretching his neck to look down, and even before everyone had time to react, he turned his head and smiled Said a light-hearted gossip to mt that seemed to be a joke: "mt, your people seem to be very nervous that I appear here
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At this point in the matter, suddenly, the tense atmosphere just a second ago, which was so tense that it was about to collapse at any time, relaxed without warning, but obviously no one noticed that when the red-haired man let out the first laugh, the pair of eyes There was a flash of concession and forbearance in the azure blue pupils that were about to break through.
"Ah... I'm really in a hurry." Rachel lazily leaned against the railing, lowered his head and patted his puppy's head, "Mt, it seems that someone is more worried than you about whether the throne under your butt is stable or not. .”
"What" your uncle's "what" is to sell your uncle's cuteness. The son of a bitch unscrewed his neck hard, stretched out his paws to push away the stinky hands of the man rubbing on his head, and expressed his repulsive emotions with practical actions.
Rachel withdrew his hand, stood comfortably on the territory that did not belong to him, and straightened his body. He walked towards the mt who was silently watching him. Amidst the other prisoners' discussions, the red-haired man stretched out his hand , patted the thick shoulder of the fat man in front of him, smiled and said in just the right volume—
"Next time, you won't be so lucky."
The so-called proper volume means that, except for mt, it can just be heard by a person standing in the room who has never made a sound, and can hear clearly.
Rachel was facing away from the natural light source, and almost half of his handsome face was hidden in the shadows. However, when the red-haired man said these words that seemed like friendly advice between friends, his eyes were stained dark blue by the shadows. Her pupils were dark and dark, but her eyes were extremely sharp and frightening.
Hawkeye still maintained his posture standing by the door, relying on mt's huge body to cover it, and on the right side of his face, the man wearing a blindfold silently clenched his fist.
Rachel smiled indifferently, turned and left.
This time he even seemed to walk the stairwell very leisurely - in the stairwell, he met the prison guard Reyce who was notified and came up to arrest him. , in the stairwell, I suddenly met the divine logic king in the second building.
"Ah, what a coincidence." Rachel raised her hand and waved it.
"This is Building No. 3," Reyes gritted his teeth, "Also, this fat dog... your dog didn't pee everywhere, did he?"
Fat dog
hair
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Lao Tzu is just plump in comparison!
"No," Rachel patted the puppet's thick back, "but from what you say, I'm afraid it will feel so bad that it won't be able to sleep tonight if it doesn't leave some souvenirs."
What do you know? Ruan Xiangyuan opened his mouth wide open, and stuck out his tongue happily at Reyes. During this period, the relatively plump buttocks slid down one level because the stair steps were too narrow to fit—
Under the ashen-faced stare of the prison guard, Rachel passed him by as if he was just passing by—
"It's the wind time after dinner, let all of you who can read come to the playground to gather.
The prison guard frowned: "Why?"
The prison guard's question caused the red-haired man who was walking downstairs to stop. He bent slightly and patted the pup that was rolling down with his face, and grabbed its collar to stop it from rolling all the way to the slow track. The rhythm of going up...
"It's too old to go down the stairs."
"Aww bah!"
When the pup rolled his eyes with triangular eyes squeezed into slits, the man once again raised the corners of his lips to show a not-so-sincere smile—
"Story meeting," he turned his head to look at the bewildered Reyce, and said lazily and slowly, "You think washing underwear really happened, as prison guards, you and Shaoze Is it okay to just watch the excitement?"
Reyes' face froze: "... Eli didn't say that we should also participate in it."
"Oh, then I say it's always too late, right?"
With a deep and elegant voice, Lei Qie said something that made Ruan Xiangyuan spit all over the floor—
"Come on, have you heard of the military and civilian Yushui family? This is called being healthy and positive."
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