A group of white-haired villains in the cell, but they didn't care that Liu Shibai was blinking and glaring at him.

Three or four old guys with relatively tattered clothes were dressed, and after tidying up the shop, Liu Shibai felt even more that something was wrong.

In the entire cell, except for three people, the other six people took off their shoes and sat in a neat row against the wall on the plank.

At a glance, Liu Shiba's eyes shrank, as if it wasn't an ordinary way of sitting?

These people put their feet together, clasped their knees with their hands, rested their chin on their knees and stared at Liu Eighteen!

Their knees look horizontally in a line, and their toes look horizontally in a line.

Liu 18 couldn't help but secretly exclaimed:

"Why didn't you be invited to be instructors at the parade, it's a pity!"

...............

There was an eerie, evil atmosphere in the cell, and the two small lights on the walls flickered......

"New prisoner, where are you doing?"

Liu Shibai looked up at the old guy who was asking, he was about one meter eight tall, with white hair but also full of tendons.

This guy also seems to have meat on his face, not tendon meat, of course, but a face full of horizontal flesh sandwiched in weather-beaten wrinkles.

The specific age is not visible, but Liu Shibai estimates that he can be at least eighty years old.

This person is wearing a black vest on his upper body and a black sweatpants on his lower body, and he looks particularly fierce.

He, the strongest of the three old men who didn't meditate, wore a vest in the cold cell?

"I'm not a mix, I'm just a lost tourist!"

Liu Eighteen's answer was plain and calm, and he said in his heart:

It turns out that the newcomer is called a new prisoner, and he has really gained knowledge.

Hearing Liu Shiba's answer, the other people in the cell, whether standing or sitting, looked at him with strange and stupid eyes.

Unusual!

In these days, how can anyone enter this black prison, when this black prison is a sanatorium?

How can even those who are lost in travel be thrown in?

The fierce old man who asked turned around and secretly looked at another old man standing on the iron fence at the door, turned his head and stared at Liu Shibai with malicious eyes, and said with a sly smile:

"New criminal, Lao Tzu, whether you are lost or a lost girl, I ask you if you understand the rules, do you have any silver on you......?

As he spoke, the old man exaggeratedly rubbed his two fingers back and forth around Liu Shiba's eyes.

Now, even if Liu Shibai is wooden, he understands that this so-called silver refers to banknotes, so he smiled bitterly:

"I didn't have any money, and when I came in, everything was searched for everything, my shoelaces were removed, and my belts were confiscated. ”

Saying this, Liu Shibai reached out and lifted the trousers that he was about to drop down with his left hand.

Liu Shibai felt that in front of strangers, it was embarrassing for his pants to fall down, and he was a little embarrassed.

What makes Liu Shibai particularly curious is that this is a black prison, can you get in or out, why do you want money?

In the dimensional space of touching the golden order by himself, there are still tens of thousands of yuan, but unfortunately the wealth is not exposed, and it must not be taken out.

"It turned out to be a poor ghost, I didn't bring anything in, you came to die, go to Nima to force me, sign up for Lao Tzu, what's it called?"

The old man's fierce voice startled Liu Shiba, and he looked at the six people sitting along the pavement in wonder.

In the eyes of those six, there was only coldness and a kind of ill-intentioned numbness, and a kind of schadenfreude.

"My name is Liu Eighteen. ”

"Liu Eighteen, your father's name is good, I guess your father's brain is broken. ”

"Yes, it's broken!"

Liu Shibai replied depressedly, he still remembered Ning Weiguo's instructions, endure!

The fierce old man's eyes widened, and he said angrily:

"Your father is very uneducated, although labor and management are old hooligans~ hooligans, but they are also the kind of cultured, and you have to be literate to be a hooligan ~ hooligan these days, understand?"

Speaking of which, the old man proudly held his gourd-sized head high!

"Tian Mingjian, don't be there, do things according to the rules, and hurry up to do him while the discipline didn't come.

Don't kill this kid, the prison next door just killed one a few days ago, and the corpse is not hard yet.

Hurry up and make the rules, this kid is still young, in the three levels, just let him pass one level, and he is an honest man at first glance. ”

The old man who was called the god of the gun was triumphant, and the white-haired old man in a Mao suit standing at the door said coldly, and the old man's pride was immediately suppressed.

Hearing this, Tian Mingjian scratched his head with his hand, glared at Liu Shibai with a pair of bull's eyes, and a trace of evil taste flashed in his eyes.

Then, Tian Mingjian's face was pale, and somehow a trace of seriousness appeared on his face full of horizontal meat, and he looked at Liu Shibai and said with a smile:

"Liu Eighteen, you listen to me clearly, um! No matter where you are outside, you have to understand the rules when you come to this black prison, do you understand the rules?"

Liu Shibai nodded blankly!

Tian Mingjian showed a satisfied expression, and continued:

"Listen clearly, you are a dragon who has to come in and have to coil, and you are a tiger, you have to lie down for me when you come in.

In this 305 cell, boy, you have to follow the rules of this cell.

Remember for me, that big brother is the head of our cell, which is what uncle means. ”

When Tian Mingjian said this, he pointed to the old man in a Mao suit who was standing by the iron door of the cell with a cold face.

Then, Tian Mingjian turned his fingers, and then pointed to another white-haired old man who was sitting on the pavement with reading glasses and reading the newspaper without raising his head:

"This is the second gear, that is, the second master, except for the uncle, he is the biggest, you know?"

"Bang bang, bang bang!"

While speaking, Tian Mingjian looked at the old man called Uncle with flattering eyes, then raised his head, raised his fan-like palm to pat his chest muscles, and said with a cruel smile:

"I am the third gear, the third master! In the future, in this acre and three points of land, I will cover you.

Listen to me, or ...... My fists don't recognize you.

Did the boy hear that? Lao Tzu said for a long time, your mother doesn't even hum? It's really a stuffy thing that can't be knocked out with three sticks. ”

Liu Eighteen, whose eyes were a little sloppy, nodded distractedly:

"I heard you, Third Master. ”

Liu Shibai sighed secretly, the people in this cell were all extremely vicious at first glance, and they had to bow their heads under the eaves.

If you want to be really ruthless, can't you slaughter all these guys?

No, you have to be patient, you have to endure.

This time I came in and squatted, I really gained a lot of knowledge, and there are such places and rules?

Seeing Liu 18 calling himself the third master, Tian Mingjian suddenly cracked his mouth and laughed with satisfaction, patted Liu 18's shoulder with his hand, and laughed:

"The kid is very good, let me tell you, if you live here, you have to be in the first place.

When the three of us are all dead, you are the first uncle, don't you say? It won't be long before it will be your turn in ten or eight years. ”

Liu Eighteen nodded stupidly, waiting for you to die?

Ten years, eight years?

Tian Mingjian didn't care what Liu Shiba's expression was, and explained to himself:

"But, before that, the boy must understand one sentence, listen to me carefully:

From slave to general, that's the rule!"

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Note 1: The Qinling Black Prison does have a problem, and if you believe it, you don't believe it!

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