live in jail [interstellar]

The four of Qiao Mobai were the last to arrive at the gate of the prison. The group of people who went out last time each carried their own luggage. When they heard the movement, they all turned their heads to look at the four of them.

"Yo, such a big battle, it looks so grand." Qiao Mobai caught a glimpse of Zeng Dong, who had gone to the hospital to become a doctor, and was arrested, so he couldn't help but ran to him, "Doctor Zeng, knock like this, We meet again, what is your new job this time? Prison guard?"

Zeng Dong was alone in a white coat that he hadn't had time to change, and watched with cold eyes as No. [-] ran over to say hello to him.

"You care about me?"

The Earthman nodded with a smile: "That's necessary. Maybe we're still in Area [-] this time. We should first establish a good relationship with the prison guards. This is normal operation."

The future prison guard nodded slowly, agreeing with his statement.

The gate of the prison opened, and everyone who was released from prison last time entered in turn. Qiao Mobai walked in the center, and as soon as he entered the area of ​​the Lion Prison, he saw countless red-eyed robots in white suits. Everyone was carrying heavy machinery and wearing a mask. All corners of the prison are being disinfected.

An unpleasant smell wafted in the air, Qiao Mobai held his nose and followed behind the black-clothed robot. All the out-going prisoners returned to their original areas according to the previous division.

There were few people in the No. [-] area, and Qiao Mobai separated from the main force at the entrance of the dining hall, holding Wen Jiuhuai and Zhou Quan on the left and right. The three walked and discussed whether to live together in Room [-] or Room [-] at night.

Passing a big bend from the path, the three of them arrived in front of the glass door of area [-]. Qiao Mobai opened the door, looked at the familiar corridor, subconsciously took out the mobile phone that was next to him, and directly opened the live broadcast APP.

The news that the anchor was online had just been sent out, and soon someone received the message and directly opened the link and walked in. The audience who just came in looked at the familiar corridor in front of the camera, and scratched their heads in confusion; "What do I think of this corridor? Does it look familiar?"

"I also think it looks familiar? Where did the anchor go to play?" The audience who came in after him all expressed their familiarity.

"Prison, the old place you are familiar with." Qiao Mobai raised the phone higher, so that the audience could see the number written on the iron gate in front.

That was the first room in the corridor, the number plate of Room No. [-]. Qiao Mobai held up his mobile phone and pointed the camera at the inside of the iron window above, so that the audience could clearly see the layout inside.

Qiao Mobai himself also looked at the indoor situation shown on the screen, the single table, the double bed, and the lonely lamp turned upside down above his head.

"Brother, living in your house and being served for a few days, I suddenly feel that this poor and miserable life is a bit difficult for me to live on."

The camera in his hand shifted to Wen Jiuhuai's face, and the audience in the live broadcast room knew that the host was not the only one who returned to the prison, even Wen Jiuhuai came back with him.

"You can live with us." Wen Jiuhuai invited him to live in Room [-] with him.

Qiao Mobai shook the phone, "Distance creates beauty, I'd better live in my own room."

Saying goodbye to Wen Jiuhuai, Qiao Mobai held up his mobile phone and walked to Room No. 11 deep in the corridor. Before opening the door, he saw Cell No.[-] not far away, "Who lives here now? It seems that I didn't find that surname before." Xu?"

"I smell a familiar smell." Sunflower crawled out from behind him, shaking her head and looking at cell No.11.

"You haven't even evolved a nose. Do you think anyone will believe you when you say that?" Qiao Mobai glanced down at it. Let alone the nose, this guy didn't evolve anything except the mouth.

Usually, I don't know what part it uses to 'see' the world.

"I really smell it, if you don't believe it, just pull it down." It even remembered who had this smell, and dared not believe its words.

Qiao Mobai didn't care about it, and walked directly to the door of No.11 cell with his mobile phone. The door was unlocked and half-closed by someone. Through the crack of the door, someone could be seen inside packing his clothes with his back to the door.

The man holding the mobile phone stretched out a finger of his left hand, pushing against the door and slowly pushing it open.

"Squeak..." The iron door made a toothache sound, and the man inside who had his back to Qiao Mobai also turned around.

Prisoner No. 11 was expressionless, looking at the troublesome prisoner No. [-] at the door with red eyes like looking at a dead fish; "Looking for smoke?"

"Well, it's a little itchy." After saying that, he jumped back quickly to prevent him from really rushing to beat people and have nowhere to escape.

When the man didn't move and didn't intend to chase him out, Qiao Mobai couldn't help but move closer and looked at the person inside with a shy face; "Doctor Zeng, your old man's new job is to be a prisoner? Nanny?"

Looking at the doctor's attire on him, Qiao Mobai was a little unsure, "Prison nurse?"

Zeng Dong rolled up his sleeves.

When the people at the door saw this familiar movement, they immediately turned around and ran away.

Running wildly all the way, before the man rushed over to grab him, he pulled open the door of cell number ten, closed and locked the door with his backhand, a series of movements were all done by instinct.

The man who was panting heavily, after reconfirming that the door was locked by himself, looked at the iron window above with his toes on his toes. Outside the door, Zeng Dong stood there with his hands on his hips, his face as cold as ice.

"Hahahaha, you can't hit! Nurse Zeng, go back to sleep, run around in the corridor and make trouble, be careful when the teacher hits your palm!"

"Boom!" Someone kicked the heavy iron door, Qiao Mobai jumped back a little, holding his breath and waiting for the movement of the people outside.

But it was very strange that the man outside seemed to have made no movement other than the kick just now.

Qiao Mobai raised the phone, pointed it at his face with his backhand, opened his mouth and said silently to the camera; "Guess, has he left?"

Many viewers posted eye-rolling emojis in the comments, to this anchor who is always dying.

"Tsk, I don't have a sense of humor at all. Wait, I'll go and see for myself." Qiao Mobai turned the camera around again, walked softly to the door, looked up at the iron window above, and quietly stretched his arms around the door. The phone was held up and aimed at the hallway outside.

The palm-sized mobile phone was grabbed by someone and pushed out through the crack of the iron window. Qiao Mobai looked up at the dark camera above and shook his hand.

"Strange, the lights in the corridor are on, why the camera is dark."

Outside the door, Zeng Dong coldly watched the hand holding the little black thing dangling in front of his eyes. When the person inside wanted to shrink back, he grabbed it and twisted it, and the next second the little black thing fell into his palm. .

"Fuck! Zeng! Give me back your phone!"

Qiao Mobai, who was inside the iron window, shook his sore hand, jumped up and grabbed the iron bar to look out.

Outside the door, Zeng Dong was holding his mobile phone, with a blank expression across the door: "Say what you just said again."

"I said your grandpa, you should return it to me quickly, and be careful that my mental body will run away and scare you to death."

"I'll wait." Zeng Dong didn't take his threats seriously, and went directly to the next door with his mobile phone.

The group of viewers in the live broadcast room were also taken there together. They were eating melons to watch the excitement, but they didn't expect the mobile phone to change owners.

"Tsk tsk, what's the name of the anchor, can't steal a chicken and lose money?"

"Being dealt with so many times by the big baby Dongdong, the anchor has never grown a brain."

The alien who returned to cell No.11, facing the constantly jumping text in the live broadcast room, directly turned on the faucet and put the phone in.

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