The Sabbath

"Wind?" Gigi woke up from her sleep.

Holding his knees, he vigilantly looked in the direction of the wind.

However, it was pitch black there, and they waited vigilantly for a while, but only the wind was howling, and there was no sign of anyone approaching here.

Glancing at the dim green bracelet on her wrist, Jiji stood up and groped towards the direction of the wind until her fingers touched the cold fence.

It seemed that something was hooked, Jiji only felt a pain in his wrist, and then, he let out an "ah", and saw that the mung bean beads that were neatly wrapped around his wrist fell off his wrist.

"Ground beans..." Jiji quickly stretched out her hand to grab them, but the wind was so strong that she only caught three or four of them when she poked her finger on the fence, and the rest of the beans were all wrapped up in the wind towards him. Fly in the right direction.

Not caring about the painful fingers, Jiji just looked at the beans in a daze.

In the dark, the ground beans are like stars scattered in the night sky, and like shooting stars, they are fleeting and disappear into the darkness.

Dazed, Jiji looked at the direction where the ground beans disappeared, and then at the direction where the wind came. Finally, when the wind stopped abruptly, he narrowed his cat-like eyes, and finally lowered his eyelashes, his eyes fell On the few ground beans left in his hand, he murmured in distress: "Ah...there are only a few left..."

-

When the wind came, Poma also raised her head.

Unlike the previous single cell, he is now locked in a multi-person cell. There are a total of thirteen prisoners with him. Based on this number, he guesses that the floor he is locked in will not be very low, probably between the third and seventh floors underground. between layers.

Look, this is good for the old prisoner, especially because he doesn't just go to jail, he also does some "small business" besides jail, which makes him better informed than ordinary prisoners and even jailers.

He bet that several of the jailers on this floor are newcomers, and they are not as familiar with this prison as he is~

In just one night, Perma has changed a lot.

Especially in the eyes of his new "roommates."

After all, everyone was basically imprisoned together. When they came here, most of them resigned to their fate. They rested and recuperated, chatted and chatted, and occasionally there were a few who waved their fists and wanted to create a world in the new chassis. .

Only Poma, from the moment he was thrown in, was ashen-faced, like a dead person, staying motionless at the place where he was thrown, and he didn't move at all.

When assigned the task, he did not move at all;

When being bullied by prisoners in the same cell, do not move;

When he was beaten by the jailer for not doing the task at all, he remained motionless.

"He's already a dead man." Looking at Poma like this, the older man among the "roommates" sighed deeply.

However, the next direction confused all the prisoners:

First, a few little ghosts suddenly came in from the railing and walked directly to Poma, stuffing him with food and drink, and helping him with work!

This trash is not easy!

This is someone in prison!

In an instant, the other prisoners in the same room stopped bullying him.

Then everyone was kicked out of the original cell together.

According to the floor where they were booked to serve their sentences, the children did it quickly and covertly. Few people saw what happened around the corner. However, when they came to the new cell, they were originally in the same room as Poma, and now they were with him again. The prisoners in one room suddenly realized that Poma was different.

Picking up the new job he was assigned, he started doing it right away!

Obviously he has never touched it before, but he did it quickly and well. Others just sewed a few stitches ← This time they were assigned a new task to sew clothes, and he had already sewed all the old prison uniforms that other prisoners washed alright!

This is a completely dark cell, only for the convenience of their work, the jailer distributed a candle to each prisoner, there is only one candle, no matter whether the work is done or not, there is only one candle.

"If any of you need candles, you can exchange money with me." Blowing out her own candle, Poma suddenly spoke.

The voice was clear and clear, it was the usual Poma's voice again!

"I don't want points here, I want money from outside!" Facing the ignorant roommate, Poma said in more detail.

Then, he moved skillfully in the dark.

He delineated a small piece of land that belonged to him, and protected the work he had done. Then, he planted a few ground beans that the children gave him... on his own land.

Fortunately, this is not the kind of prison with bare metal on all sides, but a dirty cell that has been inhabited for many years. In this kind of place, there is soil.

Don't dislike the dirtiness of this kind of place, Poma has demarcated the territory for himself according to the thickness of the soil layer.

Dad said: A place with a lot of soil is a good site. Not only can it resist cold and heat, but it can also grow food.

That is to say, these new prisoners don't understand the market, and no one will compete with him, otherwise such a good place may not be his turn.

Ah... not necessarily, he is no longer the weak child in the past, now he is tall, has the habit of exercising in prison all year round, his muscles are also developed, and he has rich fighting experience, and now he fights against others , I really don't necessarily lose.

Poma quickly took stock of her current strengths and advantages.

Then I started to recharge my batteries and wait for the first "business" to reopen.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before someone came to Poma to buy candles.

These clumsy fellows, they used up their candles long before they had finished all their work, and to work they had to have light, and to have light they had to have candles, and those who had no candles... just thought of what Poma said.

Look, that's it, just start over, there's nothing difficult about it.

Living in a dingy new cell, Poma started from scratch again.

As the wind blows, he is loosening the soil for the newly planted field beans.

The other prisoners had just come in from the outside, and they didn't feel anything wrong with the sudden wind, and some even complained that the wind was too strong and a bit cold.

But Poma stood up immediately.

Hands clinging tightly to the fence, no matter how strong the wind was, Poma's eyes didn't blink. Then, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath of air.

"The smell of ice...water...snow."

"Ah...it's the smell from the outside."

Agui said that the outside of this prison is surrounded by ice and snow.

So, when she opened her eyes again, there was light in Poma's eyes again.

Next, let the wind continue to blow, he continued to plow his own small bean field.

-

"How many times is this the first time?" In the office on the first floor of Star Prison, which is also the top floor, and the only office on this floor, an ordinary-looking man stood at the office with a smile on his face. The subordinate in front of the table said.

"You... I started following you... this is the fifth time, this year... this is... this is the second time..." The man was obviously smiling, and the smile was kind, and the question didn't seem sharp, but The big man standing in front of the desk was trembling all over, with his head down, trying to make the huge man smaller and smaller.

"How many years have you followed me?" Still with a smile on his face, the man sitting behind the desk smiled more kindly.

"Two... 23 years..." The big man on the opposite side trembled even more.

"23 years?" The man smiled, smiled...

The moment the smile disappeared, he suddenly shouted: "There have only been five similar incidents in 23 years, but it happened twice this year? Don't you want to follow me to No.20 for four years?"

It is the scariest thing for an originally friendly person to get angry. The moment the man shouted, his eyes widened and his eyebrows almost raised. At that moment, he was like a Shura!

But only for a moment.

After he finished speaking, he immediately moved the glass facing the back, leaving only the back of the big man in a black uniform.

The big man fell to his knees with a plop.

"Me! I'm going to investigate this matter thoroughly right now! There must be black sheep in the city! I'm going to find them all, and then deal with them one by one! I guarantee that there will be no one left!"

Saying his promise loudly, the man tapped his forehead to the ground, not daring to move or say a word, he pricked up his ears to listen to the response in front of him.

However, it was quiet in front of him. After a long time, he heard a voice coming from the opposite side.

"I don't blame you. Our place is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more people. When we are given freedom, some people will always have thoughts that they shouldn't have."

"Do as you want, and let me see the results."

"Otherwise, I'll just do what I want."

He said it softly, but the big man who was still kneeling on the ground was soaked all over his back.

"One more day, the auction will be held."

"Make it the biggest auction, and the last."

"I have a bad feeling. We won't be able to hold another auction in a short time. We might as well hold it bigger this time, and then close it indefinitely, so that those who come over can think about the future." The man spoke again, completely The matter of the investigation was handed over to his subordinates. He seemed to have no intention of asking about it at all, so he brought up other matters.

"Yes." With his forehead still touching the ground, the big man said yes.

"This time, there will be many important people coming over. You have to take people to clean up and don't be rude."

"Yes." Like a puppet, the man seemed to have only this word left in his mouth.

The howling wind echoed in the huge office, almost louder than his voice.

"And..." The man paused for a moment in a soft voice, and after a while, he raised his head and looked slightly at the ceiling:

"Do you smell the stink?"

"The wind came just in time, just to remind me that it's time to do a thorough cleaning."

"Not only the things on the surface, but also the dirty things in the pipes, you should also deal with them this time."

The man said softly.

"...Yes." Then, the big man said yes again in a low voice.