completely black and white

After the voluntary labor was over, Qin Ang was unfortunately ordered to tidy up his work tools. When he returned to the cell, it was already an hour later.

He raised his shoulders and moved his arms to ease the pain from plowing, which was, he said, easier work than fighting.

The prison guard opened the door of the cell and took a look at the situation inside. Everyone was obediently staying on their beds, except for one bunk that was empty.

He raised his baton and pointed, "Where is this person?"

Wang Jiang, who was on the bottom bunk of the second bed, raised his chin at the place where he flushed the toilet, "No, it's the toilet!"

Qin Ang looked along, and the low wall blocked most of it, only a furry head could be seen, but the posture seemed a bit strange.

"Okay, rest now!"

The prison guard closed the door and locked it with a "Kara".

Qin Ang kept looking at the toilet. The intuition that he had trained as an anti-narcotics policeman for many years was better than a dog's nose, which made him smell something wrong.

He took a step forward and was about to walk towards the toilet when Liu Ze nailed him in place.

"Hey, new guy!"

Liu Ze said leisurely, "Don't meddle in your own business."

Qin Ang's gaze collided with Liu Zeyin's gaze, and a tense atmosphere was constantly spreading in the air.

After a while, Qin Ang smiled, "Can't you just be curious?"

Before Liu Ze could speak, he took two steps forward, walked around the low wall, and caught sight of Qi Hai who was sitting there paralyzed.

Qi Hai sat there with his eyes closed, the blood from the corner of his mouth flowing down his jawline, and the hands hanging on both sides were twitching nervously.

Qin Ang stepped forward and opened his collar slightly, and saw that his chest was already bruised and purple. Looking carefully, there were actually many old wounds, and the old and new wounds overlapped and alternated. Far.

Qin Ang's face remained calm, but he knew in his heart that Liu Ze and his grandsons should have done it directly in the prison cell. After beating him, he didn't even think about carrying him to bed, so he just threw it here .

Liu Ze walked over and took a look at Qi Hai who was still in a coma, "Tch, it just happened a few times, it's useless at all.

how about it?

Are you curious?

newcomer. "

Qin Ang glanced at him, "Aren't you afraid of accidents if you fight like this?"

Liu Ze suddenly seemed to have heard some joke, and laughed with Wang Jiang and Li Hong who were following behind, "What could happen?

Even if something goes wrong, I won't be able to touch Lao Tzu! "

Qin Ang looked at him expressionlessly, then bent down to reach Qi Hai's hand, trying to help him up.

Before meeting anyone, Liu Ze held him down in mid-air, "What are you doing?"

"Send it to the bed, blocking me from going to the toilet."

Liu Ze sneered, let go of his hand, and watched Qin Ang lift him up.

When passing by, he suddenly said, "If you want to live here, you can't rely on brute force. You should learn from that person. Don't meddle in other people's business. Naturally, I won't trouble you."

Qin Ang followed his line of sight to the third bunk. Jiang Bai was lying on his side, facing everyone with his thin back, indifferent to the movement below, as if he had fallen asleep.

Qin Ang withdrew his gaze and smiled, "How could it be, Brother Liu, you will get me to intervene in your work. Besides, I am new here, and I still want to rely on you, Brother Liu."

"Hahaha, well, he's a smart guy."

Liu Ze's great vanity was inflated by Qin Ang's one or two words, he patted Qin Ang's shoulder with a smile, and let someone pass by.

Helping Qi Hai in his hand to the bed, he deliberately went to the bathroom, Qin Ang turned over on his own bed, and soon after lying down, Jiang Bai's voice came from above his head.

"I thought you were going to fight them."

"Heh, don't you need to sleep at night when you fight now?"

He heard Jiang Bai laugh a few times, pressed in his throat, a little hoarse and low.

Qin Ang crossed his fingers on his stomach, staring motionlessly at the dark ceiling above his head.

In fact, it wasn't that he hadn't thought about doing something just now, seeing Liu Ze's arrogant face, he really wanted to punch him down.

But it's far from the time now, Qi Hai won't benefit him at all if he makes a move at this time, not to mention the place where the goods Liu Ze mentioned is hidden. One profit.

He has already passed the age of a hot-blooded young boy, and he doesn't have to do everything first.

But he is still a policeman, seeing the weak being bullied, and the criminals standing in front of him, but unable to help, this feeling is really aggrieved.

Jiang Bai on the other end seemed to have turned over, and the bed made a slight creak.

Qin Ang heard him ask, "What are you thinking?"

However, at just six o'clock, the prison with high walls on all sides seemed to have ushered in the dark night ahead of time, and the surrounding area was completely dark.

The hazy night seemed to open a big mouth of blood, unceremoniously swallowing this prison into its stomach.

The cell was not quiet, the lower bunk was filled with laughter from Liu Ze and his two younger brothers from time to time, while the two heads of the upper bunk faced each other across the railing at the head of the bed, the low railing was like a mirror, reflecting the People in the same posture and even the same state of mind.

Qin Ang asked, "Have you never stopped before?"

Jiang Bai seems to be thinking.

After a second or two, he replied, "It's useless to stop him, you can only help him for a while, and you will only be beaten worse next time."

"So you can only watch?"

"No," Jiang Bai's cold voice sounded in his ears, "It's better for him to learn to resist than anyone else to help him, or Liu Ze completely disappeared in front of him."

Life in prison is boring, with a rigidly fixed daily work and rest schedule, and there are no entertainment items during breaks. There is nothing else to do except staring at a wall in a daze.

Of course, this kind of boring is only for people like Qin Ang.

Compared with those bloodthirsty criminals, the greatest entertainment is watching others fight.

Only blood and violence can make them excited in this boring prison with no freedom.

Sitting at one end of the square, Qin Ang looked coldly at the two strong men who were wrestling together in the arena. As long as a circle hit each other, the surrounding crowd immediately burst into shouts.

He exhaled slowly, and moved his eyes to other places, it's better to keep out of sight.

The square in the prison is not very big, nor is it just a barbed wire fence around an open space.

There is a big pillar in every corner, connected to a row of stone steps. The layout on the south side is quite special. There is an empty space behind the pillar, connected to the wall, which is a good place for small movements.

So when he saw the sneaky figure behind the southern pillar, Qin Ang raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

He stood up, tugged at his collar, and walked unobtrusively south from the periphery of the crowd.

As expected, Wang Jiang, who was supposed to be by Liu Ze's side, was hiding here at the moment, his shoulders tensed, his head lowered, and he didn't know what he was doing. After a while, he raised his head slightly, his shoulders loosened, and his whole body became very tense. Cozy.

In front of him, a puff of white smoke was slowly rising.

"Yo, what about smoking?"

A voice suddenly came from behind, and the king was so frightened that he almost shook the smoke between his fingers.

He stood up abruptly, subconsciously hiding the cigarette behind him, and when he saw the person coming, he relaxed, and carefully looked at the people in the square—fighting, cheering, no one noticed here.

He breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help cursing, "Who are you scaring?"

Qin Ang smiled, sat down beside him politely, looked at the smoke between his fingers, "It's still Ruan Zhonghua!

Where did it come from? "

Alcohol and tobacco are prohibited items here.

After he came in, he only saw Liu Ze smoke once.

Wang Jiang pressed the cigarette on the pillar beside him with some guilty conscience, rubbed it out, "You don't care!

I warn you, don't talk nonsense to me, be careful of me..."

"Don't be like this," Qin Ang didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, "I said it last time, and I was counting on Brother Liu to take care of me, so why would you talk nonsense?"

He glanced at the cigarette in Wang Jiang's hand again, pretending to be curious and eager, "I haven't been here for a few days, and I'm addicted to cigarettes, so I want to ask you where you got it from, can you come for me too?" One or two sticks are enough."

Probably because of his low profile to please the general, he sat down with a grin and waved his hands, "Go, go, go, how can you have a share, I just got it with great difficulty."

"Oh, you have a channel?"

He looked around and lowered his voice when he saw no one was looking over, "It's not that I have a channel, Brother Liu asked the prison guards to bring it."

"No way," Qin Ang said with disbelief on his face, "You're kidding me, why are the prison guards bringing these to Brother Liu when they have nothing to do!"

"You don't understand this, don't you?" General Wang looked at the bumpkin's expression, "Brother Liu is capable. He gets close to some prison guards and benefits them. Of course they are willing to help Brother Liu."

Qin Ang suddenly realized, "Oh!

Then tell me which prison guards are easy to bribe, and I will bribe them too, and ask him to bring me some too. "

"Hmph, the prison guards here are easy to bribe, don't even think about it, brother Liu is a generous benefit, you can't afford it!"

Qin Ang watched Wang Jiang relight the cigarette with a look of disdain, put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Then what kind of tricks do you need to bribe?"

Wang Jiang looked at him with a half-smile, "Don't even think about such a thing, only a well-connected person like Brother Liu can do it.

And although it is said to be a benefit, he actually earns more, even if he can't get out here, someone will send him money in the card!

we?

Just stick to the light and don't think about anything else. "

"I can't do anything here and someone will give me money, that's impossible!"

"How is it impossible!"

As soon as Wang Jiang heard his refutation, he became a little anxious, he looked around vigilantly, "Someone is cooperating with our Brother Liu!

Get the money!

As long as brother Liu gives a message and opens his mouth, someone will immediately help him contact the former people outside, and the money will be in his hands! "

Qin Ang caught the point, "Someone?

Isn't Brother Liu looking for help? "

"That's impossible, someone must come to ask Brother Liu to cooperate."

Wang Jiang suddenly yelled, "Why did I tell you so much!"

He took a puff of cigarette and did not forget to tell Qin Ang, "I'm telling you these things, don't tell them everywhere, or you'll know, Brother Liu will kill you."

"sure."

Qin Ang hurriedly responded, but he had some plans in his heart.

When Liu Ze was arrested, no one knew that he still had a batch of new products in his hands, but the person who first set up a connection was not Liu Ze, but Zou Zhi!

So Zou Zhi actually knew that Liu Ze had a batch of new products when he was in prison, so how did he know?

Was it the so-called "superior" who told him?

How did Liu Ze trust Zou Zhi and cooperate with him?

Or did that person and Liu Ze have collaborated more than once?

Liu Ze suddenly shouted and cursed in the distance, "Where's the general?

General! "

The king was so scared that he almost shook the cigarette away again, he hurriedly stuffed the cigarette to Qin Ang, "Is it for you, isn't it addictive to cigarettes?

There are still a few mouthfuls!

You're welcome! "

In the next second, he turned around the pillar, let out a loud "eh", and hurriedly ran towards Liu Ze.

Qin Ang was still holding the cigarette stuffed by the king, the corner of his mouth twitched, he threw down the remaining half of the cigarette with a shake of his hand, raised his foot to crush it, and stomped out the spark.