If it is a fake show, then it is too real.
We were taken to a police station and imprisoned directly.
We were bumpy in the car for four hours.
During this period, Chi Hai did not say a word to us or give us a bottle of water.
We know that this is the mission that has begun, and we have each entered our roles.
We have become undercovers, although we have not said what we are going to do.
Then that night, another truck came.
I was put on the truck, but Yuelan didn't come with me.
I was so dumbfounded.
Could it be that we were carrying out tasks separately?
I didn't resist or make a sound.
After getting into the truck, I was locked up again.
I closed my eyes and looked outside, only to find that Yue Lan got into another truck.
The back of this kind of truck is box-like, much like a cage, but with our current capabilities, it is easy to break through this layer of iron.
The truck started and drove me on the bumpy road for another two and a half hours, and finally arrived at my destination.
But when I arrived at my destination, I was so dumbfounded, Dongcheng City Prison There were many checkpoints on the road, and there were soldiers with guns and ammunition.
The car stopped several times to check when entering.
I frowned slightly, are we going to be undercover in prison?
But what about the mission?
Could it be that we go to jail?
The car entered the prison smoothly.
After it stopped, the door opened and four soldiers with loaded ammunition pointed their guns at me and said, "Get down."
I was really drunk and acted like it was real, but then I thought about it, maybe these people don't know the truth.
There may be very few people who know the truth.
Maybe they won't meet me until I go to jail.
A good man doesn't want to suffer the immediate consequences, so I got out of the car obediently, and then walked towards the prison under the gunpoint of four people.
To be honest, I really want to try now.
I don’t need the Qi escape formed by Yin Qi to resist, but just use my own body to resist.
Is it possible to resist the bullet?
The Arhat has a golden body, copper skin and iron bones, and is invulnerable.
These swords and guns must refer to the broadswords and spears of the cold weapon era, not the hot weapons and muskets of today.
So I'm still a little scared when I think about it.
If my skin can't stop the bullet, it might be too late to activate Qi Escape.
After entering, there are three iron gates.
After passing the iron gate, I went through the security check.
I took off all my clothes except for a pair of underwear, and then passed the security gate.
It was very smooth.
This may be the reason why Chi Hai was not allowed to bring anything.
I was really puzzled.
He didn't bring any weapons, magic weapons, playing cards, or even a change of clothes.
Then I received a set of prison uniforms and a brand.
I looked at the number on it and it turned out to be 9527.
This number seemed familiar.
I handed over my clothes and the storage area wrapped them in plastic bags.
After that, I was taken into an office and told to go through the formalities.
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Then there was a person sitting inside.
I guessed that this was the contact person.
With handcuffs on my hands, I sat on a chair, with two men behind me guarding me with guns.
The man opposite was wearing a uniform, opened a folder in his hand, then looked at me, looked at the photos on the file, and then said: "Wu Fan, a native of Cangcheng District, Ludao, was convicted of illegally excavating national underground ancients.
Tomb, illegally stealing and selling smuggled cultural relics, and was sentenced to 16 years in prison according to law.”
My heart was pounding.
My identity was correct, my real name was used, and the charges were correct.
This bastard Chi Hai couldn't be fake.
After the seal of the Wu clan was released, he was going to kill the donkey.
But thinking about it later, it probably wouldn't be the case.
No matter how tight the prison's protection was, it would be absolutely impossible to trap Yue Lan and I.
Chi Hai couldn't possibly not know this.
I looked at the other person and said, "I'm only sixteen years old, not eighteen.
If I want to go to a juvenile detention center, I'm not going to jail."
"Scoff."
The other party sneered: "Sixteen years old is already the age to serve a sentence.
It's just that if you are over fourteen years old and under eighteen years old, you cannot be sentenced to death.
Otherwise, with these two crimes of yours, you will definitely be sentenced to death. of."
I have no expression on my face.
This is just a test.
From the looks of it, this bastard is not the contact person.
So who is the contact person?
Is he among the prisoners?
"Take him down."
The man waved his hand and I stood up, but before leaving, I narrowed my eyes at him.
I carried a washbasin, a toothbrush, and a quilt, which the prison had prepared.
Then they were taken to a cell.
The cell also had an iron door, and inside there were four iron beds, bunk beds, with a total of eight people living there. "9527, that's your bed."
The man pointed to the innermost lower bunk.
There were already seven people living inside, and there was only one empty bed left, but this empty bed was filled with miscellaneous items, which must belong to these seven people.
They all looked at me, their eyes full of contempt or evil smiles.
These seven people all had sinister faces, and several of them had tattoos on their bodies.
And basically they are all strong.
Of course, I am also tall, but I have fair skin and a bald head.
I look like a fair little monk.
"You guys, don't bully him."
The man yelled at the others before locking the door.
I walked to the edge of the bed, and then turned to look at the seven people.
These seven people had bad eyes, and they must be thinking of bullying the newcomers, and the bed in front of me was really not for human habitation, it was dirty.
It was like a garbage dump.
The fat guy on the upper bunk was so intolerable that he just stayed there.
There were dirty clothes, socks, rotten newspapers, and some books and periodicals on them.
The books and periodicals actually had spots of men’s essence on them.
They looked very disgusting.
I said, “Whose things are these?
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Come and take them away.”
"Boy, you're so damn crazy.
You came here to live here, and you yelled at me without bowing to your eldest brother first.
You're looking for a damn beating."
There was a crash, and six people moved immediately, leaving one motionless with a patch on his face.
The scar was obvious, and the man looked at me intently.
This person must be the leader of this room.
He asked me with a smile, "Young man, what did you do to get in here?"
"Kill someone."
I said coldly, expressionless.
"Tsk."
The man sneered and said, "It's just your body."
I knew these people wouldn't believe me if I didn't show it, so I simply took off my shirt, revealing the scars on my body.
Many of them were new wounds covering old ones, which was shocking.
The contemptuous smiles on the faces of the six people disappeared, and they looked at me with wide eyes.
I said: "I stabbed several people to death.
They are under 18 years old and cannot be sentenced to death, so they are arrested here.
Our boss said he will Find a way to catch me, so don’t try to pinch me, I don’t mind stabbing a few more to death, killing one is killing, killing ten is also killing.”
Now even the smile on the scarred man's face disappeared.
The so-called soft ones are afraid of hard ones, hard ones are afraid of horizontal ones, horizontal ones are afraid of stiff ones, and stiff ones are afraid of death.
And what I am playing now is those who don’t care about their lives.
These scumbags are bad, but they are not bad enough to risk their lives.
The scarred man said to them: "Put away all the things and make a bed for someone else.
Also, get a rag and wipe it clean."
"Yes, Brother Scar."
The six people moved instantly.
"Thank you."
I said casually, and then I was wondering, how on earth should I do this task?
Who is this contact person?
Why hasn't he contacted me yet: