The prison strictly followed the schedule. On the second morning during activity time, he took the initiative to ask the loud-voiced uncle, holding up four fingers and asking, "What does this mean?"
The loud-voiced serial killer's face was stiff; he hated the number four because it was unlucky.
He slapped Xing Zhengfei's hand away, his eyes revealing a mocking and half-smiling expression: "Do you understand what I mean by telling you to die? Hurry up and die."
Xing Zhengfei lowered his hand, his face darkening: "What's your name?"
"Everyone here calls me Brother Peng, do you know why?" The man's eyes still gleamed with sarcasm.
Xing Zhengfei remembered the name and went to find the next person. Behind him came the sinister voice of the "Cooking Brother": "Because I've cooked everyone I've killed..."
The people in the prison were all calm. Every new inmate had heard what Brother Peng had said, and there were equally twisted people who discussed with him the taste of "two-legged lamb" and what sauce was best to dip it in...
Xing Zhengfei searched around, but no one he knew knew anything about him, and no one was willing to talk to him.
Feeling extremely annoyed, he sat down nearby. Hearing a slight noise beside him, he paused, suppressing his anger: "...Can I ask you something?"
"The Spring Festival is in four days." The owner of the voice kept his head down, and seeing his persistent question, he vaguely guessed something.
Xing Zhengfei suddenly realized: "I understand."
Mom told him to come home for Chinese New Year, hehe~
Suddenly, he remembered that the suitcase he brought back had been taken somewhere by these people... It was full of nice things that he had asked people to buy.
We can't lose it.
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