"Behave yourself!"
The electric baton knocked against the iron door, and the prison guard glared at him with a ferocious look.
Zeng Mishan was very self-conscious and lay down obediently. He thought to himself, thank you to those who beat me, it is so damn comfortable to lie on the ground.
After waiting for a while, the two prison guards looked at Zeng Mishan who knew the situation, smiled contemptuously, and slowly walked away.
After watching the prison guard walk away, Zeng Mishan waited for a while and estimated the distance to the end of the corridor, which was about a hundred meters.
He guessed that if he spoke any quieter, he probably wouldn't be able to hear it.
I saw him pressing his face against the iron gate, his eyes cloudy and complicated, pleading softly:
"Fellow villager, please give me some advice. I am really wronged. I shouldn't be here."
"Fellow countryman?"
"Fellow villager?"
"Are you there, fellow?"
"Are you there?"
…
Silence! Zeng Mishan didn't hear any response except the sound of his own breathing.
"exist?"
"Are you there?"
"My friend, are you...there?"
…
Five minutes later, still no one answered!
Zeng Mishan's eyes were empty. He wanted to ask: "Are you being polite? You're messing with my mentality!"
"What bad luck!" Zeng Mishan cursed with a gloomy face, experiencing the feeling of being ignored by his grandmother and uncle.
"Take a break. It's a rule that newcomers are confined for three days. If you want to survive, just be quiet and save your energy." Zeng Mishan was stunned by this abrupt remark.
It is not difficult to find out from the other party's words that he is very familiar with the situation here.
"Tell Lao Mo that I want to eat fish." Zeng Mishan suddenly made a joke.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh, he doesn't even know this. He must have been locked up for a long time." Zeng Mishan thought.
Taking a deep breath, Zeng Mishan tried hard to put on a harmless smile and said in a pleasant manner:
"Friend, let's chat for a while. I need your help. May I ask where this place is?"
After saying that, Zeng Mishan glanced at the position of the prison guard at the end of the corridor.
I feel like as long as I control the volume, it won't attract attention.
I was muttering in my heart: Thank you so much, guy who invented the electric baton!
"If I help you, then who will help me? Save your energy. You will be out of water and food for the next three days. Life and death are determined by fate. Just keep yourself alive first!" The other party's words were like a blockbuster bomb dropped.
After hearing what the other party said, Zeng Mishan first felt it was absurd and funny, and then panic filled his whole body.
I am familiar with the rules set by newcomers, which are often seen in movies and novels.
Being without water and food for three days is much more serious, and it can be fatal.
As long as he won't die from starvation for three days, he can consider it as losing weight. He is willing to donate ten kilograms of fat from his stomach.
If you can't recover from dehydration within three days, you'll have to prepare for your death.
Soaking doesn't work!
Just as it is said in the novel, the whole play ends when the suona sounds, the music starts, the cloth is spread out, and the whole village, young and old, waits for the food to be served. Some walk away, some carry things, and a sea of white follows behind them.
The consequence of dying young is that your wife remarries, your children change their surnames, and all your property goes to someone else. It’s chilling to think about it.
...It feels so good to be alive! Zeng Mishan’s desire to survive began to grow.
He had a thousand questions in his mind. What kind of place was this, trying to play such a prank on people?
"No, I can't die. Zeng can't die here!"
Upon learning that he might die in three days, the light in Zeng Mishan's eyes began to dim. He had never imagined such an ending.
He was at the peak of his life, with a virtuous wife and filial children, and a successful career. He valued his life more than the First Emperor.
I remember my son asked himself a question when he was a child: Dad, a hundred years from now, when you are buried, what do you want me to say to your coffin?
Zeng Mishan thought about this question very seriously. I hope you will say: Hey, look, it’s moving, my dad is moving...
From this we can see that Zeng Mishan cherishes his life very much. He even wants to pretend to be dead after being buried.
“Fuck fuck fuck… I want to go home. I haven’t even held my grandson yet.” Zeng Mishan was extremely anxious.
What is the greatest sorrow of being a man?
Some people say that it is naturally the beauty in the bed and the hero in his twilight years.
Zeng Mishan’s answer: The greatest sorrow for a man is to die young, and then the next person will spend your money, sleep with your wife, and beat your son.
"I want to be released from prison. Anyone who dares to stop me will be beaten to the ground by Tathagata!"
Zeng Mishan muttered to himself, his brain cells spinning rapidly, not leaving any clues.
Who's killing me? Is it Elvis?
He scratched his hair in annoyance, feeling that his hairline was quietly moving back.
I want to live, I want to live, I want to live!
Opportunity, opportunity, I want to find opportunity!
After sacrificing some brain cells, he soon discovered that there was still a chance, and the opportunity was right in front of him!
A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, and Zeng Mishan said to the neighboring prison:
"My fellow villager, you know this place so well, you must be here for a long time! Could you give me some of your water? I will never forget your kindness."
After a short silence, a sneer rang out from the cell next door, and a whispered reply was heard: "Haha, are you worthy of my rescue? What can you offer me in return?"
Upon hearing this, Zeng Mishan took a deep breath and felt that there was hope.
Over the years of scientific research, his greatest advantage is patience, as he knows that impatient people cannot eat hot tofu.
Review what the other person said.
Are you worth my saving? It means doubting your own value.
What can you give me in return? It means you expect others to repay you.
Judging from the other party's tone, it is obvious that he has suffered a lot here!
Zeng Mishan cleared his throat and tried to calm himself down. He analyzed:
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