It is estimated that these prisoners have already had experience in deliberately causing chaos and delaying the time for these reformers to arrest people.
Therefore, the reformers who rushed into the crowd were shocked by the chaotic situation and immediately wanted to enter and arrest people.
Very difficult.
And at this moment, Fan Weigang just threw away the big man who was about to attack him, and looked at the big man not far away from him at close range.
His whole body was trembling, and his face began to turn a little blue, and then the corners of his mouth flowed out.
His eyes were covered with blood and he fell to the ground.
This was obviously a sign of poisoning.
Looking at the big man lying on the ground, twitching and lifeless, Fan Wei immediately focused his eyes on He Qiushui's hand.
It was a good thing that he didn't look at it.
When he saw it, he suddenly showed a look of extreme shock.
Because in He Qiushui's fist, there was a silver needle-like weapon.
I am afraid that it was this weapon that was the culprit of poisoning the big man.
But why did Fan Wei feel so familiar with the small piece of mysterious object that was thicker than a needle exposed in He Qiushui's fist?
"What are you still doing?
Run away, idiot."
At this time, He Qiushui, who had taken his hand away from the big man, hurriedly grabbed Fan Wei, who was stunned, and pushed towards the crowd while cursing.
He had obviously already done it.
This kind of thing happened many times, so he took Fan Wei into the crowd, naturally wanting to clear his relationship with this matter.
Baldhead, Xiao Huo and Reckless saw Fan Wei being pulled into the crowd by He Qiushui, and they quickly followed suit.
Soon, the prisoners consciously vacated an open space around the big man's body lying on the ground.
The men who had just followed the big man and were beaten by Fan Wei and the others had already disappeared.
I am afraid that for them, the death of the boss , obviously they have no need to continue to follow.
I am afraid that running away can save their own lives better than revealing the truth.
When the reformers blew emergency whistles and squeezed into the crowd from the periphery, arriving at the area in the middle of the group, they found no clues except the big man lying on the ground who had expired.
After the furious reformers squatted down and confirmed that the big guy was dead, they roared loudly and shouted at the onlookers, "Who is the murderer?
Tell me quickly, otherwise your entire brigade will starve today."
I will punish you with no food and only half a portion of food for dinner.”
Obviously, the threat of the reformers was not taken seriously by the prisoners.
He Qiushui, who was hiding in the crowd, looked at the angry reformers questioning and roaring figures, and sneered at Fan Wei beside him and whispered, "Don't worry , fighting to the death is a process that must be experienced to survive in Jinshan Road Prison.
No prisoner will tell the truth just for a few meals, because if they If you speak boldly, you will be besieged by prisoners from all over Jinshan Road.
Hey, there was a boss who was beaten to death by his subordinates and confessed to another boss, but the next day he was sharpened all over his body.
The toothbrush was inserted into a scarecrow.
In Jinshan Road Prison, the prisoners have their own rules of survival.
They can only leave it to their fate to fight and die.
No one can blame them."
Fan Wei took a deep breath.
Now he could finally understand why Jinshan Road became a prison of death.
If the big guy hadn't died just now, if Fan Wei had died, he would still be as unnoticed as he is now.
This is the coldness and ruthlessness of Jinshan Road.
No power can change such rules.
Survival of the fittest, death can only prove that you do not have the strength to survive on Jinshan Road.
No one will sympathize with you or pity you.
If you die, you will die, without any value.
No one came forward to testify, there was only a cold corpse.
Obviously, even if these reformers waved their batons and tried to intimidate and induce them, it was of no use.
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After the entire team of prisoners stood in place for more than half an hour, these reformers They had no choice but to give up and ask two prisoners to move the big body away.
Then they asked the prisoners to organize their team and move towards the planting area again.
Fan Wei walked among the prisoners.
As a result of the big man's provocation, all the bosses in the team seemed to have become noticeably quieter.
Obviously, each of them wanted to enjoy the tragic end of being kicked in the balls and then dying of poison.
The fight just now made everyone understand that Fan Wei and the others were not easy to mess with.
"Brother He, you just killed the big guy with poison.
How did you get the big guy poisoned?"
Fan Wei thought for a while while walking, but couldn't help but asked He Qiushui in a low voice, "Can you tell me what you used?"
What kind of poison is it?”
He Qiushui was obviously stunned.
He turned his head and glared at Fan Wei fiercely, with a look of surprise on his face.
Obviously, he may not have thought that he could hide it so well that Fan Wei would see the items in his fists.
He couldn't help but said with a sullen face, "Boy, why do you want to meddle in other people's business?
I advise you not to think that I just did it."
I'm helping you, I'm just angry that the stupid big guy doesn't give me face.
If you make me impatient, I will inject poison into your body and let you taste the taste of death."
"Brother He, what was that thing you were holding in your fist when you used the poison just now?
I seem to have seen it somewhere.
Can you show it to me?"
Fan Wei really felt that the thing he used to inject poison looked familiar, and he couldn't bear it.
He kept asking again.
In fact, he has some basis for not taking He Qiushui's warning seriously, because it can be seen from He Qiushui's skill in poisoning the big guy just now.
This He Qiushui may be very powerful in poisoning, but his skills are not very good at all. , if he really attacks himself, Fan Wei is sure that he can subdue him.
So naturally he didn't take his threat to heart anymore.
He Qiushui couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw that Fan Wei seemed to have no scruples about his use of poison, and instead seemed to be very interested in it.
He snorted coldly, "I don't know what you are talking about anymore.
Why do I need to explain it to you clearly?
Young people, don't think that you can do whatever you want because you are good at skills.
Be careful not to save your own life."
Seeing that He Qiushui still refused to take out the poisoned object or acknowledge its existence, Fan Wei could only smile reluctantly and stopped asking further questions.
He was recalling the moment he saw He Qiushui poisoning the big man to death, and the scene when he clenched the mysterious needle-like object in his fist.
What makes Fan Wei feel more and more strange is that logically speaking, everyone must be inspected before entering the prison.
It is impossible to enter the prison with anything on his body, but how did He Qiushui bring the mysterious item he was carrying?
Come in, and this mysterious item is obviously the real weapon he used to poison his opponent.
What kind of weeds can produce poison, and what kind of poison masters are there?
These are simply ridiculous remarks.
It was precisely because of his speed and quick movements that the prisoners did not see the facts clearly and therefore made them up.
Fan Wei was already sure in his heart that the reason why He Qiushui could use poison to kill these guys who opposed him was very likely.
Eighty-nine is because of possessing this poisonous substance like a needle.
And this kind of thing should be a poison: