The male god, he is handsome and cracks the sky [Quick time travel]

Water stains smeared on the dirty gray-white walls, the dim and cold lights made the dark corridor appear narrower, and the iron bars on both sides of the corridor glowed with a gloomy coldness.

The violence hidden in the calmness is like a surging deep tide, the eyes shot from the iron bars are full of numbness, madness, killing and spying, and the cold malice almost pricks people's skin.

Shen Chen straightened his back, and stared straight ahead with calm eyes, as if he didn't notice the creepy things around him.

He moved his straight legs and walked in the long and narrow corridor evenly and powerfully. If it weren't for the hands that were chained in front of him, it would almost give the illusion that he was just strolling in the street.

Mere illusions, however, are a luxury in Steka Prison.

Here is the opposite side of the world, the dirtiest dirt hidden in the dark, the most terrifying dream hidden in the night, it is never mentioned, because everyone knows about it—that's why it is so secretive.

No matter how vicious the prisoner is, he will shudder when he mentions this.

This is the hell built on earth, a deep despair that is more terrifying than death.

The hard baton roughly stabbed Shen Chen's waist, and the prison guard's fat and greasy palms pushed him rudely, yelling viciously: "Hurry up! You yellow pig!"

Shen Chen was pushed and staggered. Compared with the pain in other parts of his body, the feeling on his waist was already insignificant. He forcibly suppressed the rusty smell in his chest, and quickened his pace.

However, to Shen Chen's surprise, after the prison guard finished pushing him, he actually stopped the beating or cursing that might follow, and just walked behind him silently without saying a word.

Shen Chen's face was still watertight, but his heart was secretly tightened.

What is the identity of the person who specified to see him?

Passing through the gloomy and cold corridor with dim light, the two of them stood on the narrow and old hand-operated elevator. The rusty iron telescopic door closed before Shen Chen's eyes, and the elevator operator with a blank face operated it mechanically and indifferently. .

The elevator trembled violently, made a teeth-stinging friction sound, and then slowly moved upwards.

The pale wall covered with dirty water stains moved slowly to quickly before the eyes, until the speed was so fast that the lines could not be seen clearly, only the scratched surface was dizzyingly connected to form an entire plane.

Obviously, this elevator is faster and more advanced than it appears.

The rumbling sound kept rumbling in his ears, Shen Chen felt that the time seemed to have passed for a long time, but the elevator was still moving upwards at the same high speed.

I don't know how long it took, and finally, a little warm light came out in front of my eyes, and the dirty walls in front of me turned into spotless white at some point. The cold Shen Chen couldn't help being shocked.

After a while, the elevator shook slightly, then slowed down and stopped slowly.

Shen Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, his eye sockets ached from the bright light in front of him, he subconsciously walked forward, and it took him a while to recover.

There was something wrong with the touch under his feet. He lowered his head slightly and observed from the corner of his eye, only to see that there was a thick, long-haired carpet under his feet, which was incredibly soft and absorbed all the sounds of touching the ground.

Els hides.

On the black market, the price can be as high as 2 gold coins a piece, but now it is actually being bought to make carpets.

Shen Chen's eyes were heavy, and he looked up at the place he was in.

This is a luxurious corridor. There are no windows around, only wall lamps made of silver bones, which softly radiate shining and warm light, making the whole corridor look as if soaked in the autumn sun at noon. At the end of the corridor It is a door with a simple shape and complicated patterns.

The prison guard behind him pushed him hard, making Shen Chen who was caught off guard staggered, but he stopped cursing, and his strength seemed to be restrained a little.

Shen Chen quickened his pace.

When he was about to arrive, the door at the end of the corridor opened silently.

It was only then that Shen Chen saw that there were two men in uniform standing in the shadow by the door, with mechanically respectful faces, their palms resting on the door panel, and they welcomed him and the prison guards behind them in.

The door closed silently behind the two of them again.

The prison guard coughed slightly nervously, took off the cap on his head with his fat palm, and then walked forward first, he bowed his body respectfully, and his voice was a bit shrill because of his excitement: "Sir, People brought it."

As he said that, he moved away, and stood aside with lowered eyebrows, completely different from the previous fierce look.

Only then did Shen Chen see the whole room clearly.

Spacious and bright, the faint incense is refreshing, the Baroque style looks classical and luxurious, but the most impressive thing is the obsessive-compulsive cleanliness and orderliness.

Sitting behind the table in front of him was a man of indeterminate age.

The three-piece tailored suit perfectly matched his slender and straight figure, and the spotless snow-white shirt was buttoned up to the first button, wrapping around his fair neck.

The pale golden hair is meticulous, the color is like silver, and on the face that is so fair that it is almost morbid, the handsome and delicate features are almost dazzling.He has a pair of light-colored eyes, neither blue nor gray, but somewhere in between, making people seem to see the snow that has not melted for thousands of years on the top of the ancient Agapa Mountain in a trance.

But at this moment, there was no emotion in these light-colored eyes, and they were staring at him steadfastly.

Shen Chen's heart trembled, and he forced himself not to look away.

The man looked either in his early twenties, or in his [-]s.

"Shen Chen?" The man didn't continue to look at it, but lowered his head and gently opened a thin file in front of him with his fingertips. From this distance, Shen Chen could see his photo prominently pasted on the first page. Page.

Does anyone still use paper files in this era?

Shen Chen was a little surprised.

The prison guard who had been standing silently at one side suddenly yelled fiercely and loudly: "If the warden asks you something, answer the fuck right away! You..."

He suddenly stopped speaking, and the rest of the obscene words seemed to be blocked back into his strong and short neck, his fat cheeks were flushed, and the voice behind him finally only remained some meaningless muttering, and then resumed Return to silence.

The man in front of him withdrew his emotionless and indifferent gaze, and then looked at Shen Chen again.

Shen Chen felt cold all over, stared at by those strange pale eyes, as if he was tightly entangled by some cold-blooded predator, spitting out his message and slowly approaching, plundering all the air.

Then he was eaten alive by Sven gracefully.

"Yes, sir." Shen Chen straightened his back and replied.

The man opposite let go of his hand, and the thin file slipped from his fingertips, making a slight "crack".

"An indoor burglary and intentional murder... Tsk." He sneered softly, "Mr. Shen, how did you come to Steka Prison?"

As he spoke, he crossed his hands and raised his eyes to look at Shen Chen.

——that feeling came back again.

Shen Chen's scalp was numb, and he opened his mouth to answer, but only heard the young warden continue: "As far as I know, Shen, it seems to be a Chinese surname, right?"

"Yes, sir." Shen Chen's heart tensed, and he forced himself to look into those light-colored eyes.

"And your mother is Shen Ting." As he said that, he lowered his head and opened the thin file again, and said slowly: "Why don't you take your father's surname? Mr. Shen? And... you seem to be of mixed race?"

A pair of blue-gray eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts.

Sweat through heavy clothes.

Shen Chen clenched his teeth.

The man didn't seem to have any intention of forcing him to speak, he just smiled lightly, waved to the waiter at the door, and then said politely to Shen Chen: "It was a pleasure talking with you today, Mr. Shen, Thank you for your cooperation."

The waiter on the side stepped forward and politely ushered him and the prison guard out.

When he was about to reach the door, Shen Chen turned his head and looked straight at the young warden, and said in a deep voice: "Actually, if you can read back, sir, you will know that my charges are not only Those, among other things, are crimes against national security."

The man paused, then smiled meaningfully: "...Really."

After finishing speaking, the door opened, Shen Chen and the prison guard were politely and firmly sent out by the waiter, and the heavy door panel was closed silently behind them.

The hallway is as warm and bright as before, the soft carpet rustling underfoot.But in this warm and fragrant air, Shen Chen felt the shuddering cold, and the prison clothes stuck to his sweaty back, making him extremely uncomfortable.

He quickened his pace, and those blue-gray eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts flashed in his mind, elegant and elegant, but deep and cold.

But...according to his reliable sources, isn't it the fat, cunning, and greedy Edwin Joan who will replace the previous warden?

Shen Chen closed his eyes secretly, thinking to himself.

Now that it's this guy, I'm afraid his next plan will be disrupted.