"Is Nie Xiaoman here?" That was the first thought that Jing Mo had at that time.

Thinking that Nie Xiaoman was coming, the thieves stopped him, maybe there was a fight outside, so there was a scream. Then Jing Mo felt that he was nervous. Since Nie Xiaoman didn't know where he was, how could he follow?

Jing Mo listened again. No sound. It's so weird! How can the screams be quiet? Isn't there someone fighting? Is someone being tortured? So after this scream, there is silence, does it mean that the person is dead? Jing Mo felt a chill down his spine.

So he paced lightly to the door, and pushed the tin door with his hand, cold as ice, but still locked.

Smack!

Jing Mo was taken aback and quickly squatted down. The sound came from the door.

Jing Mo looked up, and a small hole suddenly appeared in the iron latch. A human face was peeking out of the small hole.

It's a prison. Although his face is not careful, his vicious and ugly state is not a good kind at a glance.

He smiled at Jing Mo and said, "Hey, what are you busy with?" Want to escape? Hey, hey, hey! ”

The laughter was full of perversity, which made Jingmo's goosebumps stand up. I had to ignore him and listen to him.

"I advise you to get acquainted. No matter what, you can't escape. Even if you escape, you don't want to live. I advise you to sleep comfortably for a while, and don't suffer for yourself. ”

There was another snap. The man closed the hole in the iron door again.

Jing Mo stood up straight, and saw another small hole in the iron door, only to know what he was doing inside, and he could see it outside, and the action he just wanted to escape from had already been fully seen by others.

This is really called the way to heaven and the earth. Jing Mo was in this dark dungeon with solid walls, and he had no chance to escape except for someone outside to save him. It's not that Jing Mo is discouraged, in fact, there is really no way out.

It seems that this group of bandits is not only powerful in their means, but also very tightly organized. Not to mention anything else, this kind of secret basement and strict arrangement is not something that ordinary bandits can have.

The room where Jingmo is located is called a T-number, and I don't know how many numbers there are. If there is a kidnapping case in each number, then the arrogance of this gang is enough to make people feel frightened.

Although Jing Mo still had the ambition to exterminate this demon cave at this time, he was unarmed, and there was no way out, so how to start, although he racked his brains, he couldn't think of it.

At this moment, the oil lamp flickered a few times and went out suddenly. This added another layer of despair to Jingmo.

You must know that in this dark basement, like a ship in the dark, that little light can be regarded as the only coordinate. If this direction is lost again, it will be truly despairing.

Jing Mo was in this black prison, life and death were uncertain, and the moldy and humid air was pungent and uncomfortable, and it was understandable how helpless he felt. Quiet! Deathly quiet! Black, gravely black!

Su Jingmo is like a breathing living dead who has been buried alive!

Hopeless? No! Nie Xiaoman often said, "Hope exists with breath." In extreme despair, Jing Mo suddenly thought of a plan.

The guards outside the gate, is it possible for them to exercise? If he succeeds, not only will his life be saved, but he may also be able to fulfill his extravagant hope of exterminating the bandits' nest. Isn't it worth taking another risk?

So, Jing Mo ventured behind the iron door again, hoping to hear the sound of footsteps walking by outside the door, and then beckoned him to talk.

Unexpectedly, Jingmo's ears were just about to stick to the iron door, and the square hole on the iron door was also opened.

Jing Mo hurriedly turned to the side, only to see a small rectangular plate sent in from the square hole, with a spring cake, a small piece of beef, and a cup of hot water in the plate. Jing Mo hurriedly caught the plate and took advantage of the situation to whisper from the square cave.

"Friend, I'll talk to you about a word, okay?"

The man actually stopped, and put his head at the mouth of the cave. "What are you going to say?"

Jing Mo hurriedly continued: "Friend, if you can let me out, I will definitely thank you heavily. ”

The man just sneered: "It's ridiculous! How much do you thank me? How much money can you afford to sell your wife? ”

"No, I have money, I can rely on as much as you want." Jing Mo hurriedly added two sentences.

The man was still standing. "Oh, you're rich? How many? ”

"I'll give you a hundred taels!"

No response? Some are just silent. Isn't that hope? Agreed? Or is it too little?

"Hey, friend, I could have given more—fifty more, as long as you let me go."

There's an echo!

The voice was low, and the man's head was still resting on the mouth of the cave, and his two black eyes flashed back and forth.

"Oh, are you willing to give one hundred and fifty taels?"

"Yes!"

"Is there ~ silver?"

"Oh - I don't have any cash on me. As soon as you let me out, you might as well come with me to get it. ”

"Come with you! Hahahaha! ”

The square hole closed, and the man walked away!

Jing Mo hurriedly added: "Hey-hey, it's good to discuss-hey, the price can go up one more way"

No response!

Finished! This plan was unsuccessful, and Jing Mo rejoiced again. What a frustration! Jing Mo put the food plate on the half table before sitting down. Spent a lot of effort in the dark, where can you eat? Boredom, Jingmo took a sip of hot water, and then poured it on the couch.

As soon as his body lay flat, the thoughts in Jing Mo's mind became more and more undulating, and it seemed that there was little hope, and he couldn't think of a bad ending.

Who has not died in less than 100 years? Death is not enough to be afraid. Jing Mo remembered a few sentences published by Nie Xiaoman on the morning of the 19th because of his revision of Luo Yin's bee poem: "Life is between heaven and earth, and it is not only the grace of others, but also the sacrifice for others. ”

Nie Xiaoman and himself have tried their best over the years to try to cleanse some of the scum in the market, exterminate some of the poison of Jinling, and make this turbid world a little brighter, so he is in an incompatible position with these gangsters and villains.

Now that he has unfortunately fallen into the bandits' nest, even if he sacrifices his life, it is more meaningful than Ma Yuan's "lying in bed in the hands of a dead woman". However, people also have emotions, and when life and death are parted, they can't help but have attachment to the people they are close to in life.

The first one who is reluctant is his new wife Nanxing, and the second is his old friend Nie Xiaoman. Now that they are dead here, these two people don't even have any news, "they don't know whether they live or die", and they feel uncomfortable when they think about it.

Further, I have to worry about Nie Xiaoman. This time, even if Nie Xiaoman would not fall into the trap of thieves because of his note, this group of bandits and Nie Xiaoman did not share the sky, and they could murder him at any time.

If Nie Xiaoman loses his help again, and he is single, no matter how witty he is, I am afraid he will inevitably follow in his own footsteps!

Jing Mo was lying down, breathing a little hard. In the endless darkness, time has passed for no apparent time. It was dark and quiet inside and out. Jing Mo is so dream-like, and he doesn't know how much time has passed.

At this moment, a strange sound was suddenly felt in my ears, as if someone was moving the iron latch outside the door. Jing Mo involuntarily sat up straight, using all the energy of his body to hearing.

Crunch...... Crunch......!

It seemed to be the sound of an iron latch pulling, but it was very faint. How? Could it be that the caretaker just now was instigated by himself, and although he ignored it on the surface, he secretly let himself escape at this moment? No, it won't. That's ideal.

So is there anyone who wants to sneak in and kill himself?

Suddenly! The tin door opened softly. Jing Mo listened quietly, only to feel that his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of his heart beating was getting louder and louder, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

Jing Mo shrank to the side and continued to listen attentively. The iron door was evidently expanding, and when it was halfway open, a long, thin light came in. Faintly, Jingmo saw a black shadow wearing a brimmed drum hat walking in slowly!