Crack: Not loving you is the way back

The sky in the east showed a white fish belly, and the morning sun burst out, and then the sun began to set in the west.

Time flies by, and three months have passed since Ji Lu's unexpected incident.

In just three months, things have changed. The people who followed Ji Lu were released from prison one after another. Only Su Mo, an old prisoner, was left in Prison 702.

Whether it was fate or someone who wanted to torture Su Mo, the new people who moved here were the same group of people who had not dealt with Ji Lu at first, and the leader happened to be Fang Hong.

Fang Hong held a sharpened toothpick in her mouth, holding on to the upper bed board with one hand, and tilted her arrogant body slightly towards Su Mo's figure huddled in the corner.

A dark shadow was cast, but Su Mo, who was immersed in his own world, didn't know it.

Although there was a faint light shining on her body through the small gap at this time, she could not feel the warmth.

Ever since Ji Lu's tragic death, Su Mo felt that her world had collapsed and she was trapped in a gray space from which she could not escape.

She didn't know why such a good Sister Ji died miserably under the butcher's knife of those people. She didn't understand why it was her who those people wanted to deal with, but it was Sister Ji who paid the price with her life. She didn't understand that it was her life that was at stake. Such a big deal, why after three months, not only has the murderer not been caught and brought to justice, but the matter has also been left unsolved...

"Hey, pretending to be dead?" Fang Hong spit out the toothpick in her mouth casually, raised Su Mo's drooped chin with her fingers, and looked at Su Mo with his eyes closed sarcastically, "Oh, no Ji. Under the protection of Lu, he really looks like a living dead."

Seeing that Su Mo had no reaction to her sarcasm, he snickered and said, "Ji Lu, this bitch, should have died a long time ago. Four bloody holes, tsk, tsk, the sight of such a tragic death is really... ecstatic Ah ha ha……"

Fang Hong laughed wildly, but something unexpected happened in an instant. No one expected that the originally lifeless woman would actually open her mouth and bite the finger that lifted her chin. Suddenly, a fierce roar like a pig was heard. Check out this room.

"It hurts, it hurts... let go..." The louder Fang Hong screamed, the harder Su Mo bit her. The dead look on his face that had no color at all was replaced by full cruelty. The sharp teeth vowed to bite off half of the fingers in his mouth before he would stop.

"What are you doing standing still? Come over here and help." Fang Hong roared loudly at the others who were standing aside.

Finally, with the combined efforts of seven people, Fang Hong's almost broken finger was finally freed from Su Mo's mouth.

Looking at Fang Hong's wagging fingers, Su Mo's dim eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and there was an undisguised smile at the corner of his mouth. Even though the seven people across from her were looking at her eagerly, she was not timid at all. She squatted half-crouched on her bed, looking like she was ready to fight at any time.

Stimulated by the piercing pain in her heart, the expression on Fang Hong's face began to become ferocious. She took a few tissues and covered her bleeding fingers. She endured the pain and went up to teach Su Mo a lesson.

But maybe it was because her voice of pain was so heartbreaking that an alarm sounded outside, and the noisy running sounds slowly gathered here.

Seeing that the prison guards were getting closer and closer to the prison cell, Fang Hong could only suppress the idea of ​​​​teaching Su Mo a lesson angrily and cursed in Su Mo's direction: "Madman."

Then before the prison guard came in, he whispered: "Go back to your place quickly and don't let anyone notice anything strange." In an instant, he stopped moving and everyone quickly and neatly sat back on their beds. .

With a "bang" sound, more than a dozen prison guards wearing batons swarmed in.

"What's going on?" The warden looked around the room and asked sharply.

"Warden, it's okay, it's okay. A mouse suddenly jumped out just now and startled us." Fang Hong said with a smile on her face and a careless look, half truthfully.

The warden's suspicious eyes swept over their faces one by one. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he gave two warnings and led the people away. He only called Fang Hong out when everyone else left.

Su Mo, who had been keeping his head down, raised his head uneasily and looked toward the door. He saw the warden whispering a few instructions in Fang Hong's ear, and then saw Fang Hong nodding and bowing in agreement after being stunned for a moment. , and then gave her a malicious look.

Su Mo's long and narrow eyelashes fluttered twice, and he lowered his head in silence, completely hiding himself in the darkness.

Criminals fight with each other while serving their sentences, ranging from criticism and education to being placed in solitary confinement, to lengthening their sentences in serious cases. Unless they particularly dislike each other, they generally will not bring it to the attention of the prison director.

Fang Hong understood this, and Su Mo naturally knew this rule. Therefore, before the warden arrived, even if Fang Hong wanted to teach Su Mo a lesson, she could only give up temporarily. The reason why Su Mo did not report it on the spot was Naturally, I know there is no way to report it.

If you have a high official position, you will be crushed to death; if you have more money, you will be crushed to death.

Three months after Ji Lu died tragically, the prison with surveillance cameras everywhere could not catch the murderer. If there were no dirty deals or unspeakable tricks here, she, Su Mo, could cut off her head to pay homage to the dead souls here.

She longs for fairness and justice, but is there any fairness here?

Zhengdang has been in prison for three and a half years. If she still has hope for so-called fairness and justice, then Ji Lu has protected her too well.

Night falls, and the night sky carries a hint of wind and cold rain.

Su Mo, who was half asleep, noticed someone above her. Before she could make a move, someone grabbed her by the neck, lifted her up from the bed, and then slammed her to the ground.

The back of his head hit the ground. Su Mo's mind went blank for a moment, and his chest felt like it was exploding. He coughed uncontrollably, turned over, and struggled to get up from the floor.

However, before she could sit firmly, Fang Hong rushed over, like a hunting dog pounced on its prey, slapped her hard several times, then pinched her mouth tightly, and unceremoniously swallowed her long-simmering The yellow phlegm spat onto her face, and with an attitude of a winner, she jokingly bit her back teeth and said: "Aren't you quite capable in the afternoon? I said, Ji Lu better guarantee that you will always be Don't be alone, otherwise..."

Fang Hong didn't say anything else, but Su Mo, who was lying on the ground, knew that it was definitely not a good thing.

The next second, Fang Hong shook her off, stood up, took the wet cloth handed over by the dogleg, wiped her fingers slowly and carefully, and said slowly to her accomplices who were watching: "Sisters, come on. Mr. Huangfu said so. , wants us to take good care of Miss Su."

Pain, hatred, sorrow... countless expressions of resentment gathered on Su Mo's pale face without any trace of blood.

Fang Hong gave an order, and someone covered Su Mo's mouth with one hand, grabbed her hair with the other and pushed her against the wall behind her.

There was a loud "thud", and Su Mo felt something warm on the back of his head. A warm current flowed down his neck and into his back. A sharp pain shot up his spine and reached the top of his head, reaching deep into his spinal cord. In just such a moment, Su Mo felt Mo felt that his mind began to wander outwards.

The assailant seemed to be dissatisfied and hit Su Mo's hand hard without stopping.

The sound of hitting the ground one after another continued to be heard. At this moment, Su Mo gave up struggling. Hot blood continued to flow from the corners of her mouth, and her cold soul came out. At that moment, she saw Ji Lu's angry and angry face. She whispered aggrievedly, "Sister Ji...Sister Ji...don't abandon me..."

Perhaps it was Su Mo's resigned attitude that pleased them. After a while, sarcastic laughter broke out.

Sudden.

With a "hiss" sound, someone tore a hole in Su Mo's loose clothes.