Chapter 214 If You Are Not United, I Will Help You Unite
That night, Xiang Ergou found his lost self. It was as if the shackles on his soul had been removed and he returned to his true nature.
He slept soundly, like a carefree dog.
"Dog brother?"
A confused calling voice reached his ears, and he slowly opened his heavy eyelids, only to see a circle of heads surrounding his pillow, each looking down at him with confusion on their faces.
He was startled and saw a pillow falling heavily, covering his face tightly.
He struggled hurriedly, but felt his arms, stomach, thighs, and ankles were all being held down tightly by invisible hands.
If it was when he first entered prison, he would definitely have the strength to break free.
But now, everyone eats the same sticky paste every day. They are neither full nor starving, so the difference in strength depends mainly on the difference in number of people.
Nine to one!
Xiang Ergou was unable to move, and his head, covered in the pillow, let out intermittent whimpers.
"Who goes first?" The air was filled with tension, and a cold voice broke the silence.
"I'll do it!" The prisoner who was beaten most severely by the prison guards in the morning grinned.
I saw that he was holding a sharp toothbrush in his hand, then he raised his arm high, dropped it vertically, and stabbed it hard into Ergou's rapidly heaving chest.
Chi! The hot blood splashed out, spraying on those hideous faces and also on those arms with bulging veins.
"Next!"
The toothbrush turned from left to right like passing the parcel.
Some people stabbed the target correctly, some people stabbed lightly, but under the murderous gazes of everyone, no one dared to let the game of "Pass the Flower" stop in their hands.
Soon, Xiang Ergou's chest returned to normal, with nine blood holes of varying depths surrounding his chest, and black blood gushing out from the holes.
Xiang Ergou probably never had the chance to figure out until his death why he died so miserably even though he had already surrendered and become a dog.
The reason is very simple. He realized that wolves could be beaten to death, but he forgot that dogs could be bitten to death by wolves.
"Whoever pays first will die. He will be the example." A cold voice moved the pillow away, revealing a face underneath that was twisted with fear.
The blood-stained hands loosened and retracted into the sleeves, and they looked at each other, with deep vigilance and caution in their eyes.
"sleep!"
On the long bunk bed, Xiang Ergou's body was still bleeding. The other prisoners had already silently crawled back into their beds, one next to the other, with their eyes half open and half closed.
There were nine prisoners in one bunk bed. They were accomplices in murder who huddled together for warmth, but they were also bedmates who shared the same bed with different dreams. Each of their hands hidden under the pillow was tightly holding a toothbrush.
On this quiet night, similar scenes were quietly played out in the dim cells, as if fate had given all the prisoners the same script.
Outside the corridor, the "pores" of the surveillance camera seemed to tremble slightly, and then shrank silently.
A tiny needle slipped from the hidden place of the probe, pulled by an almost transparent silk thread, and flew lightly back into Chen Ya's cuff.
He stuck close to the cold wall, moving at a pace that was both quick and leisurely, like an invisible shadow, or another invisible prison guard on night duty, silently patrolling and observing each cell.
Most of the time, he never stopped, but occasionally, he would suddenly stop and walk into a cell.
This is a helpless move. There are always some cells that cannot be united well due to various complex factors.
But it didn't matter, he could help them unite, in their sleep.
Chen Ya walked in quietly, just as he left quietly. He waved his sleeves and took away only a few hypnotic silver needles, leaving behind a corpse lying quietly on the bed, silently flowing with the juice of life.
This corpse looked no different from the other fallen figures in the cell. The only difference was that there were not so many holes in the chest. There was only one hole, where a toothbrush was stuck upright.
But the difference between nine and one is actually not that big, because when the living prisoners woke up from their dreams, the way they looked at each other was no different from the way they had all fought together.
Chen Ya likes tonight's work very much and is very good at it.
How to say it~The underlying color of destiny is unity. Because of this, people who come out of destiny are also very willing and know how to help those scattered people how to unite as one and bind each other's destinies closely together.
After a leisurely walk around, Chen Ya even visited his teammates to exchange some feelings, and then returned to his cell with great satisfaction.
He is now very satisfied with activating his team's launch.
After all, every time they were activated online in the past, the task given was simply to kill, kill, kill. Over time, they felt more and more like the villains slandered by the Upper City Council.
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On the contrary, although the task given by Feng Mu also involves killing, its starting point is noble. It is to help people to be good and to help the majority of people unite. It is very positive and makes him more determined to be a romantic and idealistic pioneer.
With a tug of his hand, several blood-stained silver needles flew out from the heads of his cellmates and went back into Chen Ya's sleeves.
Wang Jiao woke up from his dream, twisted his stiff neck, and looked at Chen Ya who was washing her hands in front of the sink.
"Prison boss, are you still awake?" Wang Jiao asked casually.
"Oh, there is some dirt on my hands. Wash it off before going to bed." Chen Ya shook off the water stains on his hands and wiped them with the towel hanging beside him.
Wang Jiao said "Oh", and then lowered his voice, hesitating to say: "Are we really going to do it tomorrow?"
Chen Ya looked at Wang Jiao calmly: "Do you have any other ideas?"
Wang Jiao sighed, "I just think that Prison Guard Feng is really nice. Look at what the other cells have been like in the past two days. But Prison Guard Feng has never laid a hand on us, nor has he forced us to pay."
Wang Jiao said worriedly, "If we really kill Prison Guard Feng and replace him with another prison guard, we will all suffer in the future."
Chen Ya looked at Wang Jiao deeply. As the prison boss, he had the responsibility and obligation to help the confused and hesitant inmates find the direction of life. So, he said from the bottom of his heart:
“The future is a very distant thing. You must first stand firm and survive tomorrow before you can consider the future.”
Wang Jiao's face turned stern, and he nodded heavily, saying with great admiration: "Prison boss, you are really bold, don't you ever hesitate?"
Chen Ya replied as a matter of course:
"I never hesitate, because my position has been firm from the beginning to the end. You should also learn from me and firmly stick to your position. In this way, no matter what happens tomorrow, it is the fate you chose yourself. You will not blame others, but face it calmly without regrets."
Wang Jiao felt that what Chen Ya said made sense. He nodded as if he had understood something: "Prison boss, you are right. I understand."
Time is like a black hand that controls everything. It silently and irresistibly turns everyone's time to April 25th.
…….(End of this chapter)
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