I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

The third day of land reclamation·withered roses

All the prisoners are gathered in the clearing.

Due to the bloody incident in Cell No. [-] next door, the remaining eleven death row prisoners have to undergo a full-body examination to rule out the possibility of sharp weapons on their bodies.

"Let me check him." The warden said lightly, walked up to Feng Huai, and raised his hand to stop the prison guard who was about to undo his prison clothes.

The prison guard paused for a moment, subconsciously looking at Feng Huai for two seconds.

——He is a good-looking death row prisoner.

The prison guard grinned indistinctly, quickly turned and walked away, and showed a knowingly narrow smile at another fellow prison guard beside him.

The colleague didn't respond to him, but instead caught a glimpse of the warden's condensed gaze, and couldn't help standing upright, a drop of cold sweat dripped down.

Feng Huai slightly raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him.

In all fairness, good looks.

Feng Huai used to have [-] guests, all of whom were outstanding talents among the beast masters who had taken over all of Kyushu, and all of them were beauties.

I also heard that there are three other disciples under the disciple of Emperor Feng Huai, who are even more unique.

Of these three direct disciples, one is a gentleman like a bamboo, one is suave and romantic, and the other is rarely seen by the people, and little is known about him, and they all say that disciple is more like the shadow of Emperor Feng Huai.

Someone once joked that Emperor Feng Huai could not escape the ordinary world, he always loved first-class beauty, and one of the unwritten rules to enter Emperor Feng Huai's school was to be good-looking.

This is of course not true - at least Feng Huai never admits it.

Due to the damage to his vision, everything Feng Huai saw was covered with a faint color of blood, which matched the man in front of him very well.

The person in front of me is about 30 years old, with light lips and slightly raised lips, which always gives people a feeling of smiling.A pair of long and narrow leaf-shaped eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts, and all the camouflage tricks seem to be invisible to him.

"What's your name?" Feng Huai asked, with his hands slightly behind his back, and his eyes were flat on the man, without any appearance of a prisoner, as if he was interrogating the warden.

When the man with the goatee next to him heard Feng Huai's question, his heart sank. Since the riot a few months ago, no one dared to disrespect the warden like this.

The corners of the mouths of the other prisoners were upturned as if they were watching, and they glanced around, waiting to see how the new prisoners would end up annoying the warden.

You must know that when this young warden first arrived, some prisoners tried to challenge his authority, and after a few flirty words of flirtation, the warden broke off his outstretched hand.

This incident became the trigger for the death row prison to take the opportunity to stir up riots. The young warden simply ordered the prison guards to lock up all the death row prisoners with him in the open space for daily ventilation, and use this square open space as a battleground. zoo.

Whether it was him or the thirteen condemned prisoners, they all entered the Colosseum with their bare hands, and they lived and died at their own risk.

The death row prisoners held here are all blood-seeking lunatics. Even the old prison guards dare not relax their vigilance against these death row prisoners during the usual release, let alone let the warden alone with his bare hands. a place.

All the prison guards felt that the young and energetic warden was too impulsive, but they couldn't persuade him, so they had to prepare to rush in with an electric baton to save the warden before he was beaten to death.

As a result, no one expected that in less than half an hour, the warden came out with blood on his body, and behind him were thirteen death row prisoners who fell to the ground moaning and rolling.

In this regard, no one dared to challenge the majesty of the warden.

Until this newcomer.

The death row inmates who had been severely beaten by the warden quietly waited to see the jokes of the newcomers.

"My name?" The young warden took another small step forward and approached Feng Huai. He leaned slightly and lowered his head, and whispered in Feng Huai's ear, "My name is Yu Ci, don't forget gone."

When the man approached, Feng Huai subconsciously frowned and wanted to distance himself, but was slightly taken aback when he heard the man's words.

Remaining words?The name sounds familiar, but I can't think of where I heard it before.

He looked at the other person, not sure whether the other person was an old acquaintance with him or this body.

"Stand up and stretch out your hand." Before Feng Huai could think about it, the warden had already distanced himself, gave orders faintly, patted Feng Huai's shoulder and forearm, and signaled.

The prisoners who were waiting to watch the excitement stared over one by one in surprise—this kind of behavior is considered gentle by the warden, and the differential treatment is too much?

"Do you look as good as him?" The old prison guard asked back with a "sneer".

"..."

Not long after, all the prisoners were checked, and the prison guards found a lot of sharpened wires and pen points, which were hidden in thin and short cigarettes.

—On the goatee alone, there are two wires and a sharpened pen point, which is the one that is hidden the most among all the prisoners.

Feng Huai was somewhat surprised, but quickly adjusted.

This is a death row prison, and no one will be a good stubble.

In the hands of these prisoners, even wire and pen points are enough to threaten the personal safety of a prison guard.

Seeing this, the experienced prison guard immediately picked up the electric baton and gave a lesson to several prisoners whose contraband was found.

The goatee was beaten to the point of curling up by the prison guards, and a series of cursing came out of his mouth.

Feng Huai noticed that the goatee was deliberately getting close to the prison guards while being beaten.

At the prison guard's feet was the manhole cover, and the goatee was on top of it. He used his body to block the movement of his hand, and quickly used his nails to pick out a screw that was raised on the manhole cover, and then swallowed it in his mouth.

Feng Huai raised his eyebrows slightly.

Compared with wire and pen points, screws are obviously more popular among prisoners.

This manhole cover is located in the center of the open space. Prisoners like to gather here when the wind is released. It's just that the movement of lying on the ground picking screws is too eye-catching, so no one has ever done it.

But this time, by mistake, the goatee just happened to get a good deal.

The goatee's movements were fast and treacherous, except for Feng Huai, no prisoner noticed the small movements here.

"Enough." The warden said slowly, and all the prison guards stopped what they were doing, and stood in a straight line with their hands down.

The warden's gaze swept over all the prisoners, and he stayed on the goatee for two more seconds. His eyes moved up slightly, and the goatee broke out in cold sweat. It was painful and frightening, and he almost had to kneel down again.

Yu Ci withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "All the prisoners will be escorted back to their cells, and labor reform will continue as usual after half an hour. As for those who violate the prohibition, they will be severely punished."

When Goatee heard this, his face turned pale again, and he returned to the team with trembling legs.

Feng Huai and Goatee were escorted back to their cell. As soon as the iron door was closed, Goatee spat out the screws in his mouth and hid them in the gap between the bed board and the wall. He turned his head and smiled "hehe" at Feng Huai.

"Thank you for not reporting on me just now." Goatee said.

Feng Huai didn't care, instead he asked another matter: "What is the severe punishment he said?"

"... I don't know, I only know that I will be locked in a special basement, which is soundproofed, and no one knows what's going on inside.

What happened. "The goatee's face turned ugly.

He paused for two seconds, and then said: "The prisoner who was locked in last time was killed by that thing the night he was just released."

"However, it should be just a coincidence." Goatee laughed dryly. After all, the death of other prisoners had nothing to do with the basement.

It's just that after such a coincidence, all the prisoners' fear of the warden was added. They always felt that the young-looking man seemed to have reached some kind of cooperation deal with the ghost in this death row prison.

Feng Huai nodded slightly when he heard the words, and after a few seconds, he asked implicitly: "So, what is labor reform?"

"?" Goatee looked at Feng Huai as if he was looking at an alien, "You don't even know about Laogai?"

Feng Huai looked at him expressionlessly.

The goatee touched his nose and coughed lightly: "It's just... work hard, make progress every day, do your best, create more social value, and build a harmonious community together."

"?"

"Let's see what I do later, just follow along." Goatee said, "By the way, Arthur's side, it's better to avoid contact with him, he...is very dangerous."

Feng Huai responded.

When Arthur walked towards him, there was an obvious commotion in the blood-melting ants he gathered in his sleeves.

Usually, blood fusion ants only respond to two kinds of people, one is the master, and the other is food, and both of them are people with blood on their hands.

In the open space just now, the blood-melting ants in his sleeve only responded to Arthur.

Feng Huai looked at the goatee thoughtfully. Just as he was about to ask about Arthur, the prison guard opened the iron door in the corridor and walked in. The electric baton knocked on the iron bars on both sides and shouted: "Okay, don't bother!" Let's talk!"

"Jiang Fang, you are the first one. Follow me to the severe punishment room." The prison guard opened Feng Huai and Goatee's cell, looked at Goatee and said.

Goatee choked for breath: "...I'm the first?"

"Don't dawdle." The prison guard pushed the goatee and said, "Others stand in line! Get ready for labor reform!"

……

The place where the labor camp is executed is a wasteland in the death row prison, where there are dead roses, wild vines and thorns growing everywhere.

The Death Row Prison was built on a cliff. It was originally an orphanage. After the war, it was deserted after a long time.

Until recently, it was refurbished again. As a death row prison, all the prisoners who committed the death penalty but were not allowed to execute the death penalty for various reasons were detained.

A group of people walked into a heath garden full of wild vines, thorns and dead roses.

The prison guards who walked in the front began to talk about what they were going to do: "Everyone has to work here for three hours, and at least one-third of the place must be cleared. When I come back for inspection, if I see a fallen leaf withered Fuji, don't even think about having lunch."

"Well, let's use this as the boundary..." The prison guard used his baton to part the thorns and vines in front of him, his voice stopped abruptly, and his footsteps stopped in place.

"What's the matter?" The other two prison guards walking on both sides of the prisoner stepped forward and asked suspiciously.

The leading prison guard gasped, and pointed his baton straight ahead: "...Fuck, it's Old Tang."

Everyone looked at the direction of the baton, and no one spoke for a while, and it was so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard——

A man was hung naked on the thorns, his limbs hung open, and he opened his chest openly like a sacrifice. Dead roses seemed to bloom on his body.

The ground around him was littered with torn prison uniforms.

The scene is both eerie and beautiful.