Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

His gaze turned to Ivan.

Compared with other chosen ones, it is no exaggeration to describe Ivan's condition as "terrible".

Under the extreme weather, layer after layer of skin fell off its body, revealing the bright red flesh inside.

Not only do they have to work hard mining every day, but they also have to deal with the administrators' occasional surprise attacks, which are like teasing a dog.

It can be said that every day in prison is torture.

The only thing that made Ivan feel relieved was that the people imprisoned in this cell were all "human beings", carefully selected people with good character, and everyone got along well so far.

Ivan likes this atmosphere.

Instead of engaging in intrigue all the time, he would rather live a life where everyone works together.

Night fell. It was Ivandi's seventh day in prison.

As usual, he lay on the bed and closed his eyes, but at the same time he remained clear-headed.

Sleeping is to replenish energy and stay awake, and it is also for your own safety. After all, you should always be on guard against others.

The room soon fell silent.

Comment: "I'm so envious. The people in this cell are so self-aware. No one is trying to hurt anyone, and they are united. Naturally, they don't worry about their safety at night."

“Although it’s hard, it’s so good that I feel relaxed…”

"I don't think so. Compared to physical suffering, I would rather be mentally exhausted. I admit that my sense of morality is a little low..."

"Bang~"

Something fell to the ground. The sound was not loud, but it made Ivan alert and he immediately sat up from the bed.

Zhang Wang, who was in the bed next to him, fell on the gray concrete floor between the two beds, covered in blood. There was a bloody hole in his abdomen as thick as two fingers, and a cloth was stuffed in his mouth, so he couldn't make any sound.

A black shadow ran quickly into the darkness. Ivan ignored him and immediately looked down to check Zhang Wang's injuries.

"How are you?"

Taking the thing out of his mouth, Ivan asked anxiously.

"Not so good." He looked up and grinned, his mouth full of red.

Ivan tore a clean rag from the bed sheet and bandaged him.

"Don't...work in vain."

Zhang Wang watched Ivan's movements and spoke weakly, his voice intermittently. He paused for a few seconds after each word, and it was very difficult: "It's useless."

He slowly raised his hand and reached into the crotch of his shirt.

"Don't move. What are you looking for? I'll help you." Ivan reached into his chest, touched a hard object, and took it out to look at it.

It is a thin piece of stone that can be seen every day in the mine and is very common.

The difference is that the top of the stone has been polished into a pointed shape. Judging from the marks on it, it must have been polished for a long time...

"I...can't survive." Zhang Wang gasped and pointed at Shi Dao: "Kill me now and leave this cell."

He knew very well that even if he could barely survive tonight, his life would probably not continue.

And those black-hearted administrators, after learning that he was injured, would only urge him to work even harder, hoping that he would die sooner.

Their hearts are made of iron and stone, as if they were born differently from their own structure, and there is no soft spot on them.

In this case, it is better to leave the last chance of survival to the brother in front of you and send him off for the last time.

Ivan's hand holding the stone flake paused, a look of surprise flashed across his face, followed by an expression of expectation.

Barrage: "Wow, so touching, I want to pee my eyes."

"I'll go with you. Let's be companions and see who can spread the furthest."

"He was prepared to sacrifice his life to help Ivan. But if Ivan really killed him, wouldn't he become the murderer of a good man..."

"Stop arguing. No matter which choice you make, it's not wrong. Let's see what Ivan decides."

Zhang Wang: "If you happen to meet my son, please tell him that mom and dad have been looking for him."

"I don't want my son to think that he is the abandoned one for many years to come."

"If you really can't find it, forget it... just let it go."

It was obviously what he cared about the most, but he was unwilling to threaten others with his own death...

Ivan looked at him calmly: "Are you done? If you are, shut up and have a good rest."

He stood up quickly, walked to the bed in the corner, and grabbed a man who was pretending to sleep.

Ivan had good vision at night, and he clearly saw that it was this man who did it, even though he ran very fast.

He pulled back the quilt and forced the face of the person on the bed to face him. Ivan was a little surprised. He had an impression of this person.

It was the person who fainted on the first day and was tortured half to death by the administrator.

Later I heard that he was a well-known philanthropist.

"why?"

Seeing that he was exposed, the man stopped pretending and raised his head confidently: "Is it wrong for me not to die?"

I didn't want to die, so I killed him. I killed the oldest and least combative person in the entire prison.

Ivan frowned: "Have you always thought so?"

Those who can stay in Cell 76 have basically been trapped there for a long time. It’s not that they don’t want to leave, but they generally cannot easily betray their conscience to earn points.

"That's not the case." The man shook his head.

“I was in the mine that day and I almost died.” He described his feelings:

"It was really painful, you know? I will always remember the scene at that time. My body was in shock, my nose was choking, my face was blue and I couldn't breathe. Every minute and every second of being close to death was torture enough."

“People who haven’t experienced it won’t understand it at all,” he roared.

"At that moment I swore that if I could survive, I would never experience this feeling again."

The man was scared.

Death would have been fine, and that would have been the end of everything. But not only did God not let him die, but he also had to experience the pain of death.

The impact of this incident caused him to change completely and shook his decades of inner persistence.

"If you are given another chance, will you do this again?" Ivan lowered his head and stared at him seriously.

The man thought for a moment and said, "No, I will not do that again. I have already used up all my strength just this once. From now on, life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God."

Ivan swung his fist and with lightning speed, he smashed the man into a meat patty with a smack. The flesh and skin were torn into pieces from the belly, and his intestines and stomach were sprayed all over the floor.

"Liar." He blew the blood on his fist: "I'm just a little kinder, I'm not stupid."

"The reason I bent over to ask you this was just to lower your defenses."

He knew that what the man had just said was false. From the moment he took action, everything was different.

The devil in the man's heart has awakened. In order to avoid dying again, he will continue to kill the second and third person.

Don’t talk about the prodigal son returning home.

If it were really so easy to put down the butcher knife, would there be a need to use such a rare idiom as "priceless" to describe it?

After Ivan dealt with the man, the collar around his neck did not react at all. He was not given any extra points.

Ivan didn't care. He turned and walked towards the door: "I'll go find some hemostatic medicine."

[Rule 5: If someone touches you and tries to kill you, fight back immediately and shout "Help! Murder!" three times. The louder the sound, the greater the deterrent effect on the murderer.

If that doesn't work, run towards the administrator's office and report the incident to the night duty officer inside. 】

This means that the Chosen One can go out in the middle of the night, but it comes with greater risks.

He went to the office and found the administrator, who said there was always a way to treat the wound.

At worst, this place is close to other cells, and he might run into a few Chosen Ones...

Ivan put his hand on the door handle and was about to turn it when his roommate called out to him from behind: "It's no longer useful."

Ivan turned his head.

Zhang Wang was lying on the ground with a stone knife stuck in his chest.

At the other end of the stone knife, there was Zhang Wang's tightly clenched hand...

Cellmate: "He didn't want you to be implicated... He used his last bit of strength to end his life."