live in jail [interstellar]

"It's shy during the day, do you want to try it?" Qiao Mobai raised the little white flower in his hand, with vicious thoughts on his face.

The tall man stretched out his hand, picked up the fragrant and pure white flower, looked at it in front of his eyes, and was about to put it in his mouth.

"Snapped!"

Qiao Mobai knocked off the flower bone around the man's mouth, "You have something wrong with your ears, you still eat it if you say it's poisonous."

Wild Mastiff: "..."

Joe, who said one thing and did another, turned his face and wanted to pick Junyingcao again. The spirit of the guide possessed him, and when he saw something that others didn't know, he wanted to introduce it.

'Remember this King Shadow Grass, you can see that it is hairless all over, and the underground is a creeping and flattened rhizome. There are several sheath-like scales at the base. The leaves are oval or lanceolate and drooping. It will bear fruit after September. Spherical dark red fruit. "

Qiao Mobai pulled up a few roots, handed them to him and waited for him to see clearly, then continued: "I'll clean this up for you soon, eat it to ensure that Xia Gan's body will harden tomorrow!"

Of course, this was just Qiao Mobai's angry words. If he wanted to turn that guy into a corpse, even if he pulled the weeds here overnight, it might not have such a powerful effect.

But eating this bit of King Shadow Grass will make Xia Gan suffer from abdominal pain and vomit, and it will be easy to get rashes all over his body again. It will make that pig dare to provoke him. Thinking that that person will look like a pig when he appears in the dining hall tomorrow, Joe Mo Bai pulled even harder.

Huang Mastiff picked up the plant and nodded after remembering what he just described: "I remember it." "

Qiao Mobai didn't intend to kill that person either. Taking too much of this stuff would cause congestive heart failure. After pulling out dozens of roots, Qiao Mobai took his stuff and went back to the room.

After cleaning these plants, dry them on the surface with a lighter.

"Is this an open flame?"

The tall body of the wild mastiff squatted in front of him, like a giant dog. The big dog stretched out its fingers and put it on top of the lighter. After feeling the scorching heat, it retracted.

"Otherwise."

Qiao Mobai turned sideways, avoiding his fingers that had no place to rest, put aside the burnt King Shadow Grass, and cut it into fine pieces with a broken butterfly/butterfly/knife.

Half an hour later, he put the simple materials he had prepared in his pocket and opened the live broadcast APP on his mobile phone.

The upper right corner shows that the current time is three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Many people have already fallen asleep, only some night owls have not fallen asleep just after the live broadcast.

Qiao Mobai watched the number of people in the upper left corner rapidly change from 0 to 1000, shook his finger at the camera, and raised a big smile: "Everyone, this big brother is going to take me to No. [-] Prison for a late-night tour tonight. Are you interested in visiting together?"

He held up his mobile phone and followed behind the wild mastiff. The two of them came out of the room and walked deep into the corridor.

In the live broadcast room, the audience who couldn't sleep in the middle of the night saw this scene and danced their fingers on the keyboard.

"The anchor is trying to die again."

"For the sake of his innocence, the anchor would rather go out in the middle of the night than sleep with the 11th. I feel sorry for the anchor."

'Why is No. 11 so familiar with Prison No. [-]?What was his previous identity? "

Qiao Mobai, who was holding his mobile phone, saw this sentence by chance, and looked towards the depths of the corridor ahead. The last time he walked in, he was caught by Zeng Dong before he touched the door on the right.

Thinking about the problems in the live broadcast room, Qiao Mobai pondered for a moment and said, "I heard from Zhou Quan that you have only been imprisoned for half a year. How come you are so familiar with him?"

Qiao Mobai walked behind him. The other party's purpose for walking in this corridor was very clear. He wanted to go to Prison No. [-], and Huang Mastiff said he could take him there.

Those who have only been imprisoned for half a year, and those who never go out, are very familiar with this place.

"I used to work here."

Huang Mastiff didn't want to bring up the past, but if the object of the question was him, he was willing to answer.

"what?"

The person walking behind stopped, and caught up in the next second, "Have you worked here before?"

Wild Mastiff: "Yes."

Qiao Mobai was directly confused, holding the crime tool in his hand, "Then you still beat Zeng Dong, does it have anything to do with him being locked up?"

The person in front didn't answer, because the corridor had already come to an end, and the wild mastiff stood at the three-way intersection, groping with his fingers on the flat wall, and quickly found a place and pressed it down.

I saw an extra dark passage directly above the wall directly in front, and rows of dim yellow light tubes on both sides of the dark passage illuminated the dark passage.

"Brother, it's amazing!"

Qiao Mobai poked his head from behind him, leaned towards the corridor that popped up suddenly, patted the shoulder of the wild mastiff as if encouraging, and then pointed to the door on the right that was not opened last time; "What is behind the door on the right?" , you know that too, right?"

"That's Zeng Dong's room."

The wild mastiff walked into the passage, pointing to the cave in front of them: "From here, you can go all the way to No. [-]."

"Do you know how to get out of the Lion Prison?"

Qiao Mobai followed behind him, touched the cold wall with his fingers, and pretended not to care and asked him the question he was most concerned about at the moment.

The person in front turned his head and glanced at him through the light under his feet; 'Do you want to go out? "

"Don't you want to? After you were locked in, didn't you complain, and didn't want to leave here to let the people outside take a good look at it. Even if you have been in prison, you can live a better life than any of them after you get out."

In the dark, Qiao Mobai's voice carried a hint of encouragement.

The wild mastiff lowered its eyes, and the eucalyptus tattoo on its arm emerged from under its skin as if it had come alive. The intertwined branches made the wild mastiff calmly raise its head and stare straight at the cave in front; "I don't want to, this star field is It took thousands of years for the ancestors to develop into what it is today, and now StarCraft has entered the two-dimensional year, once the spirit body returns to the public, do you know how much panic and turmoil it will cause?"

"Uh..." The anchor, who was stunned by the series of answers, looked down at the phone screen to calm down.

In the live broadcast room, the audience present heard such a serious answer, and typed the same word in the comments one after another.

"Uh……"

Seeing that so many viewers had the same reaction as him, a certain anchor calmed down and explained to the audience in a low voice: "This cold joke is not funny at all."

The wild mastiff leading the way stopped, and Qiao Mobai, who was walking behind and lowered his head to talk to the audience, couldn't reach the anti-collision.

"Ah! Mmm..."

The person holding the phone in both hands was hit directly on the bridge of the nose by the screen of the phone. The soreness made Qiao Mobai cover his nose, staring angrily at the bastard who had stopped suddenly. "What do you want! Murder!"

"I'm not joking, and you shouldn't tell this to anyone other than us. Give it to me."

The wild mastiff stretched out his hand, trying to take away the outdated communication tool in his hand.

"No! Your uncle, you are abducting me to this kind of place, so you can snatch my mobile phone."

Qiao Mobai held the phone firmly, staring at the movement of the wild mastiff, and he was already ready to run away.

The audience in the live broadcast room were also shocked by this untouchable and changing scene.

"I'm helping you." The wild mastiff insisted on asking for the tool in his hand, and its tall body rushed towards him with a sense of oppression.

"Help you, sir!"

The person holding the mobile phone ran straight to the opposite direction of the cave without looking back. While running fast, he did not forget to throw the gift in his pocket for Xia Gan behind him: "Let you taste my uncle first." Well prepared!"

The weeds that had been dried by a lighter fell on the face of the wild mastiff like dust. The person who was about to chase had a gleam in his eyes, remembering that the person once said that this kind of thing has a strong poison.

Not daring to procrastinate, he stood still and slapped the broken pieces on his body.

Qiao Mobai took the opportunity to escape back to Prison No. [-], passed by the door of his own room, gave up the room after thinking about it for a second, and went straight to another inhabited room in front of the corridor.

"Boom boom boom!! Zhou Quan, open the door quickly."

The two sleeping inside the door were awakened by the knock on the door. Zhou Quan opened his eyes and looked at the door, lying on the bed and not wanting to move.

Wen Jiuhuai, who was sitting on the ground beside him, stood up, and got up to open the door in the dark of night.

As soon as the door opened a thin crack, a figure came in, and then immediately locked the door.

"Brother Wen, good evening, can I stay with you tonight?"

Qiao Mobai stood behind the door in embarrassment, and couldn't see where Zhou Quan was in the dark, but he ran into someone else's couple's room in the middle of the night to borrow, and he was so embarrassed that he exploded no matter how he thought about it.

In the live broadcast room, the audience had already been shouted in the comments by the accidents one after another.

"The anchor turned out to be interested in Zhou Quan's little brother. On the surface, he didn't want to be with No. 11, but it turned out that he wanted No. 1."

"The anchor is not allowed!! Let go of my little Zhou Zhou, he is still young!!!" Fans of Zhou Quan's mother shouted at the screen, not wanting Zhou Quan's cute little girl to suffer from the host's cruelty like this.

"This night, the anchor's innocence is finally gone. This night, the anchor finally attacked Zhou Quan's little brother."

"Hey, what a scary anchor, secretly support Zhou Quan's little brother's counterattack."

Qiao Mobai stood in front of Wen Jiuhuai, and since he finished speaking just now, there was an indescribable sense of suffocation in the room.

"Snapped."

Bright light tubes lit up above the head, Wen Jiuhuai put down his hand, and a deep voice sounded in the room; "You demolished Room [-] again?"

A certain person shook his head quickly; "It's not demolished, but something happened and I wanted to spend the night with you. If it's inconvenient, why don't you just forget about it?"

When he saw Zhou Quan lying there, his face was not very good-looking, maybe he disturbed someone's good business just now.

Thinking about it this way made me feel even more uncomfortable.

Wen Jiuhuai frowned, raised his head and raised his chin at the person on the small bed inside; "Come down, let him live here tonight."

Zhou Quan: "I don't!" Why should he go down, this is his bed.

A certain anchor, who was about to be beaten to death by the audience as a mistress, quickly raised his hand and waved it vigorously; "Don't, don't, you guys sleep on the bed, I'll just sleep on the floor!"

Occupying someone else's room and sleeping in someone else's bed, Qiao Mobai is not that thick-skinned about such things, before Brother Wen could speak, he walked over by himself, saw a pillow on the ground, took it straight away for a second, Just sitting there, "Brother Wen, go to bed, I'll sleep here all night."

Wen Jiuhuai didn't speak, but looked at Zhou Quan with a clear meaning.

The person who was lying there not wanting to move got up sullenly and moved half of his body away; "Mobai, come up and sleep with me, let him sleep on the ground!"

People who sit on the ground with pillows actually feel that the ground under their buttocks is warm when they sit down, and when the pillows in their hands are also warm, they realize that something is wrong.

It seemed that the couple hadn't reconciled after the fighting incident a few days ago. Brother Wen was still sleeping on the floor. He was sleeping well in the separate bed, but suddenly he stepped in and ran in.

Qiao Mobai's brain was spinning rapidly, and soon he wanted to help them.

Lie down directly holding the pillow, and waved his hands generously: "Don't be so troublesome, I recognize the bed, and I will definitely not be able to sleep on it. You two sleep together and don't mind me. I just ran a lot and it was very hot. Now It just keeps you cool.”

In order to pretend to be more like, he put down the pillow and lay flat on the ground, rolled over a few times and stretched his waist: "I'm almost exhausted, just sleep like this... Huh~huh~"

The person who pretended to sleep for a second forgot that he had not turned off the live broadcast on his mobile phone, and the screen in his hand was tilted, just aligned with the position of the bed.

"Hahahaha, the anchor has activated the play-dead mode."

"I'm particularly curious about the footage of the anchor falling asleep. We won't see any X-rated footage, will we?"

"I've already welded the car door! If the anchor dares to let it go, I'll watch it!"

The author has something to say: Joe, a warm-hearted cellmate, Bai: How can couples sleep in separate beds all the time, let me help you!