Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

"Brother Ji, can you let go of my shoulder..."

Song Fang finally broke free from Brother Ji's claws and looked around. .shung

It's still the same as before, with iron walls and subway ceilings, so hard that there is no bedding.

After seeing each other for several years, it feels like an old dream.

But it was different from the last time I came back. There was a lot of noise in the prison cell.

"The jailer asked us to be ready within ten minutes." Brother Ji said nervously, "I saw that you didn't wake up, so I thought you were dead."

"You just died."

Song Fang said angrily.

In the pilot dungeon, Song Fang could more or less be close to the "successful people", but when he came back, he still had to sleep on the bare floor, which was a bit unaccustomed to him for a while.

It would be really troublesome to have to return to the main universe after a while.

Song Fang even came up with the idea of ​​just staying in the pilot copy. Anyway, his body in the main universe was picked up from someone else's, and there seems to be no essential difference from the pilot copy.

However, this idea only circulated in Song Fang's mind for a while, and was temporarily forgotten by him. Because the jailer is coming.

After a chaotic team formation, Song Fang's prisoner group was finally brought back to the surface.

The cool sunlight is like a newborn. Several suns hang in the sky of Death Wheel, making dusk and early morning a luxury here second only to night.

Therefore, even if the progress of queuing up to receive equipment is very slow due to the inactivity of all the prisoners, at least no one will faint due to waiting too long.

Those who received the equipment were directly stuffed into the transport airship. When the number of people is full, the transport airship will fly to the gas mine.

Finally it was Song Fang's turn.

"Hey, why is there a child here? Go aside. You can't do this job."

The native of No. 10 Prison who distributed the equipment was a middle-aged woman wearing some kind of traditional skirt. She had a fleshy face and a thickset figure. She glanced at Song Fang and said with a bad expression.

Brother Ji behind Song Fang whispered enviously, "Hey, you're lucky, you don't have to work."

But Song Fang stood there motionless, and did not put down the hand he stretched out to pick up the equipment.

The jailer told them yesterday that the food in Prison No. 10 is distributed based on the amount of mineral gas collected.

Song Fang was not short of food, but originally everyone in Prison No. 10 disliked Steve for bringing too many people back, and wanted to catch one or two to death with their eyelids.

What would happen if he had no work to do?

Seeing that Song Fang refused to give in, the aunt clicked her tongue impatiently, "Can't you please get out of the way? There are so many people waiting behind."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull Song Fang.

In other words, it was to whip Song Fang on the head.

Song Fang's body in the main universe is only twelve years old, very short, while the opponent is taller, and he can just hit Song Fang's head with his hand. The other party also had no intention of retracting his strength. In the eyes of the natives of Prison No. 10, the group of people Steve brought back were at best mining slaves for the prison, and at worst they were trying to steal food from them. Even if the person opposite is a child, it is difficult for that person to feel any compassion.

He even secretly thought that it would be better if he could simply beat the new prisoner in front of him until he could no longer eat.

But the next second, she withdrew her hand in confusion and rubbed her fingers silently.

He was a little too strong and his fingers hurt a little.

But the little kid opposite him didn't move at all, as if nothing had happened. He still stretched out his hand with a simple look on his face, asking for mining equipment.

"What are you doing?"

A female voice like an oriole sounded nearby.

The aunt quickly moved toward the direction of the sound and bowed respectfully, "Ms. Carroll, why are you here?"

The prisoners present also looked over in unison.

I saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl standing there. Her face was as delicate as this morning, but her beautiful almond-shaped eyes stared blankly into the void. She was holding a slender cane half a person's height in her hand.

She was wearing a blue dress, very plainly dressed, but very neat and without patches, which was pretty good in the harsh conditions of No. 10 Prison.

"Nothing, just walking around."

The girl called Carol said softly, and suddenly winked playfully, "Ah, you don't need to salute me, I can't see you anyway."

"How can this be possible?"

The aunt who was very indifferent to Song Fang just now smiled very warmly and looked at the girl named Carol with the eyes of an elder looking at a beloved junior, but without losing respect.

To put it simply, it's a bit like the look in the eyes of an old cook who has served a certain family for three or four generations when she sees the young lady who grew up eating her own meals.

Carol smiled shyly, like the most delicate flower, blooming in an instant, making people unable to take their eyes away.

"...I feel like my soul has been cleansed."

Brother Ji clutched his chest and whispered.

Carol tapped the ground with her cane, walked closer, and then tentatively bent her knees, as if she wasn't sure how much she should bend. "Are you also the prisoner who entered our place yesterday?"

Song Fang, who was standing on Carol's right, hummed.

Carol adjusted the direction and height so that she was facing Song Fang. If it weren't for the lack of focus in her amber eyes, I believe no one would be able to tell that she was blind.

She sighed softly, "It's so pitiful that you are locked up in a place like this at such a young age...why exactly?"

"Broken other people's things." Song Fang made up a reason.

"What did you break?"

"It's just a ball."

Brother Chicken jumped out from the side, "Miss Carroll, let me tell you, he is awesome... Ouch!"

Song Fang stomped on his feet.

Carol smiled and didn't go into details. "I have something that I can't handle on my own. Can you come over and help me?"

The aunt was immediately frightened, "Miss Carroll! They are dangerous and dirty criminals, you can't have contact with them!"

"Aren't we?"

Miss Carroll said softly.

The aunt was startled, then lowered her eyes in sadness and anger, and clenched her fists.

Song Fang sneaked into her brain a little and saw what the aunt was recalling at this moment. There was fire, there was screaming, there was her falling to the ground, her fingernails with split nails dug into the sand and crawling forward, but she still couldn't catch up with her husband and young nephew who were dragged to the execution ground.

These memories have passed a long time ago, long enough for Steve to grow from a toddler not old enough to be implicated into a teenager, but they are still as clear as yesterday.

Also clear was the hand dragging her relative. That's a robot arm. But in the aunt's opinion, this thing she calls "gendarme" is a human being, not a machine.

"Little brother," Carol drew Song Fang's attention back, "can you do me this favor?"

"I am willing to serve you."

Song Fang used the trick of pretending to be good that Ruiwen often used on Song Yuanshan and his wife, and said obediently.

This Carol seems to be a very important person at first glance, and you might be able to learn something useful by following her.

Carol breathed a sigh of relief.

Cade hurried over from a distance.

"no!"