Chapter 214 If You Are Not United, I Will Help You Unite

This night, Xiang Ergou found his lost self. He seemed to have removed the shackles on his soul and returned to his nature.

He slept soundly, like a carefree dog.

"Brother Gou?"

A confused call came into his ears. He slowly opened his heavy eyelids and saw a circle of heads surrounding his pillow, looking down at him with confused expressions on their faces.

He was startled and saw a pillow fell heavily, covering his face tightly.

He struggled hurriedly, but felt that his arms, arms, stomach, thighs, ankles, were all pressed tightly by invisible hands.

If it was when he first entered the prison, he would definitely have the strength to break free.

But now, everyone eats the same sticky paste every day. They are not full but not starving. The difference in strength mainly depends on the difference in numbers.

Nine to one!

Xiang Ergou couldn't move, and his head covered in the pillow made intermittent sobs.

"Who will go first?" The air was filled with tension, and a voice broke the silence coldly.

"I'll go!" The prisoner who was beaten the hardest by the prison guards in the morning laughed grimly.

He was holding a sharp toothbrush in his hand, and then raised his arm high, dropped it vertically, and fiercely stabbed it into Xiang Ergou's rapidly rising and falling chest.

Chi!

The hot blood splashed out, spraying on those hideous faces and also on those arms with bulging veins.

"Next!"

The toothbrush turned from left to right like a game of passing the flower.

Some people stabbed it, and some people stabbed it lightly, but under the murderous eyes of everyone, no one dared to let the game of "passing the flower" stop in their hands.

Soon, Xiang Ergou's chest returned to a flat state, and nine blood holes of varying depths surrounded his chest, and gurgling black blood flowed up along the holes.

Xiang Ergou probably didn't have time to figure out until his death, why he died so miserably when he had already surrendered and become a dog.

The reason is very simple, he realized that wolves can be beaten to death, but he forgot that dogs can be bitten to death by wolves.

"Whoever pays the money first will die, and he will be the role model." The cold voice moved the pillow away, revealing the extremely terrified and twisted face underneath.

The bloodstained hands loosened and retracted into their sleeves, looking at each other, with strong vigilance and caution in their eyes.

"Go to sleep!"

On the long bunk bed, Xiang Ergou's body was still bleeding, and the other prisoners had silently crawled back into their quilts, one next to the other with half-open and half-closed eyes.

There were 9 prisoners in a bunk bed. They were not only accomplices in murder who huddled together for warmth, but also the most different bedfellows, and each hand hidden under the pillow tightly grasped a toothbrush.

On this quiet night, similar scenes were quietly played out in the dim cells, as if fate had given all the prisoners the same script.

Outside the corridor, the "pores" of the surveillance probe seemed to tremble slightly, and then shrank silently.

A tiny needle slipped from the hidden place of the probe, pulled by an almost transparent silk thread, and flew lightly back into Chen Ya's cuffs.

He stuck to the cold wall, walking at a fast and leisurely pace, like an invisible shadow, or another invisible night guard, silently patrolling and observing the cells.

Most of the time, his footsteps never stopped, but occasionally, he would suddenly stop and walk into a cell.

This was a helpless move. There were always some cells that could not be well united due to various complex factors.

But it didn't matter, he could help them unite as one, in their dreams.

Chen Ya walked in quietly, just as he left quietly. He waved his sleeves and took away only a few hypnotic silver needles, leaving behind a corpse lying quietly on the bed, silently flowing with the juice of life.

This corpse was no different from the other fallen figures in the cell. The only difference was that there were not so many holes in the chest. There was only a toothbrush stuck upright, a hole.

But the difference between nine and one is not that big, because when the living prisoners woke up from their dreams, the look they gave each other was no different from the look they had when they all fought together.

Chen Ya liked tonight's work very much, and he was also very good at it.

How to say~

The background color of fate is unity. Because of this, people who come out of fate are also very willing and know how to help those scattered people how to unite as one and bind each other's fate tightly together.

After a leisurely walk, Chen Ya even visited his teammates to exchange feelings, and then returned to his cell with satisfaction.

He is now very satisfied with the activation of his team's online.

After all, in the past, the tasks given to them every time they were activated were simply killing, killing, killing. Over time, they felt more and more like the villains slandered by the Upper City Council.

Unlike, although the tasks given by Feng Mu were also killing, the starting point was noble, helping people to be kind, and helping the majority of people to unite, which was very positive energy, making him firm again that he was a romantic and idealistic pioneer.

With a tug of his hand, several bloody silver needles flew out from the heads of his cellmates and drilled back into Chen Ya's sleeves.

Wang Jiao woke up from his dream, twisted his stiff neck, and looked at Chen Ya who was washing his hands in front of the sink.

"Prison boss, you haven't slept yet?" Wang Jiao asked casually.

"Oh, there's some dirt on your hands. Wash them off before going to bed." Chen Ya shook off the water stains on her hands and wiped them with a towel hanging nearby.

Wang Jiao said "Oh" and lowered his voice before hesitating to speak: "Are we really going to take action tomorrow?"

Chen Ya looked at Wang Jiao calmly: "Do you have other ideas?"

Wang Jiao sighed: "I just think Prison Guard Feng is really good. Look at how the other cells have been forced by the guards in the past two days, but Prison Guard Feng has never touched us or forced us to surrender." money."

Wang Jiao said worriedly: "If prison guard Feng is really killed and replaced by another prison guard, we will all suffer in the future."

Chen Ya took a deep look at Wang Jiao. As the cell leader, he had the responsibility and obligation to help the confused and hesitant inmates find the direction of life, so he said from the bottom of his heart:

"The future is very far away. You must first stand firm and survive tomorrow before you can think about the future."

Wang Jiao's face turned stern, he nodded heavily, and said with great admiration: "Prison leader, you are so big-hearted, don't you never hesitate?"

Chen Ya replied matter-of-factly:

"I never hesitate, because my position is firm from beginning to end. You should also learn from me and firmly implement your position. In this way, no matter what happens tomorrow, it is your own destiny. You will not Blame others, but face it calmly without regrets.”

Wang Jiao felt that what Chen Ya said made sense, and he nodded with understanding: "Prison leader, you are right, I understand."

Time is like a black hand that controls everything, quietly and irresistibly turning everyone's time to April 25th.

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