"It seems that you already know why you were arrested." Zeng Mishan's violent reaction also made the prison next door hear something.
Turning your eyes to the cell next door, you can see a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the ground. He has an East Asian face, a crew cut, a slight stubble on his face, and dark skin, which must have been worn down by time.
His back was straight, his face tense, and beneath his brow there was a wrinkle of worry. From his outline it was not difficult to guess that he was a man who was accustomed to mental labor rather than physical labor.
Zeng Mishan felt a little upset, as if he had fallen into a carefully designed trap.
The only explanation for why he was able to capture me so accurately as soon as I got off the plane was that Elvis was suspected of selling out his teammates.
"Elvis, when I get out, I'm going to stab you." Zeng Mishan said with trembling lips and a depressed and bored look on his face.
After calming down a bit, Zeng Mishan realized that saving his life was more important, so he begged, "Fellow villager, I still need your help. Whether or not you die after three days without water varies from person to person. I don't want to gamble with my life."
Half an hour later, a sound was heard from the cell next door.
After such a long silence, he must have been considering the pros and cons. He only heard the other party reluctantly say: "I can give you some water, but how do I give it to you?"
The prison walls were impenetrable, and the iron gate had a partial opening in the grating, so at most you could just stick your hand out.
Even if the two of them stretched out their arms, they were still more than five meters apart.
Throwing the kettle is like asking for a beating!
How to drink water is an unavoidable problem.
At this time, the other party continued: "The guards are at the end of the corridor. They will come to check if there is any noise. If they are caught, it will be bad luck for me to help you."
The other party's words were obviously meant to remind Zeng Mishan that he was powerless and could do nothing to help.
There was actually another meaning behind what the other party said, which was to test Zeng Mishan's ability to survive.
No noise can be made!
No trace of relief can be found!
It’s really difficult to drink water and survive!
but……
Zeng Mishan, who had entered a state of contemplation, stretched out his right middle finger and habitually tried to push up his glasses, but suddenly he was stunned...
Even though he lost his glasses long ago, he still hasn't gotten rid of his old habit.
"Brother, how did you survive back then?" Zeng Mishan was quick-witted and planned to learn from others.
“Be self-sufficient!”
The other party didn't feel embarrassed at all after he finished speaking, but Zeng Mishan was stunned. His eyes gradually moved downwards and he couldn't help but shiver.
Drinking urine is simply suicide.
Urine is the cleanser of the kidneys, excreting various toxins from the body. If you drink the toxins back, Zeng Mishan would not do this unless it is absolutely necessary.
"No, drinking urine is the worst option!"
Looking around, Zeng Mishan squatted down and began to look for flaws one by one.
After hearing his reply, a few seconds later, a slight sigh came from the cell next door: "Alas!"
The sigh was filled with disappointment, as if he was investing in a guy with absolutely no return.
How pathetic it is for people who don’t even dare to drink urine when they need to survive!
Looks like another arrogant guy! I hope you have a good ending in three days!
For him, there were too few collaborators in Prison No. 79 that he was interested in, and Zeng Mishan was obviously not worthy of it.
It's unnecessary to kindly remind him.
Well, just consider it as meddling in other people's business.
…
Five minutes later, Zeng Mishan stretched out his hand to sense the corridor, his eyes lit up:
"This corridor is well ventilated, fellow. When the prison guards get sleepy in the middle of the night, you can wet a towel and throw it to me. First, it won't make much noise, and second, the water marks on the floor will dry up in less than an hour."
The calm words came out of Zeng Mishan's mouth, and the middle-aged man who was originally planning to close his eyes suddenly shot out two rays of light.
Zeng Mishan continued, "If you're worried about throwing it wrong, you can tear off a piece of cloth and tie it up and throw it over. It will also be easier to recycle."
"I can throw it accurately!" These short words revealed deep confidence.
A distance of five or six meters is indeed not difficult!
"It seems that he is not a mediocre person!" A low voice of admiration came from the cell next door, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
Drinking water with a wet towel is indeed better than drinking urine. Why didn’t I think of it at the beginning?
It's not that I didn't expect it, but I was just unlucky. When I was in solitary confinement, I was the only one around.
"My name is Ito Jin, a member of the Yakuza. Mr. Zeng, it's a pleasure to meet you." The middle-aged man began to introduce himself.
What is Yakuza?
Zeng Mishan felt that his knowledge was not enough to understand him.
"Zeng Mishan is from Donglong Province." After getting to know each other, Zeng Mishan decided to get to know the situation here better through the other party.
"Mr. Yi, can you tell me about Cell No. 79?"
Idan Ren replied, "You'll know in three days where you can afford to lose your life. For now, you'd better do everything you can to conserve your energy."
"Well... okay!" Zeng Mishan was stunned for a moment, then showed an expression to encourage himself.
He had experienced hardship and was mentally strong, so he thought of these three days as a break.
…
Three days later.
Cell 79, warden's office.
Commons has rich flaxen blond hair and is middle-aged, not much different from Zeng Mishan.
He was wearing a duty uniform, with a sharp look in his arrogant eyes, a high nose bridge, and a half-smile always on the corner of his mouth.
This person has a unique temperament that makes you feel that the domineering and majestic style is tailor-made for him.
Picking up the documents on the table, Commons looked at the latest "tribute" with interest.
The first page of the file is Zeng Mishan.
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