live in jail [interstellar]

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There was a sound outside the door every few seconds. He turned off the lights in the room, stood behind the door and listened to the movement outside.

There was a strange sound of drizzling, accompanied by a muffled hum every three seconds, and Qiao Mobai could smell blood.

The smell was even approaching. He turned on the phone screen, dimmed the brightness, and then directly opened the live broadcast program: "Everyone, there is a strange sound coming from outside the door, and I can smell a strong smell of blood. I don't know what happened outside. What, I'm going out to take a look."

After finishing speaking, he hung his mobile phone in his coat pocket, stood at the door, took a deep breath, held the door handle, and gently opened the door.

After the door was opened, the smell of blood became stronger, and the corridor was pitch black. Qiao Mobai glanced at the left and right passages, and took a deep breath. The smell came from the left.

With his back against the wall, Qiao Mobai walked along the corner in that direction.

It was [-]:[-] in the middle of the night, and many night owls in the live broadcast software were refreshing the webpage. Viewers who had followed Qiao Mobai during the day were notified of his live broadcast, and clicked in out of curiosity.

Soon, the viewers who came in found that what they saw was a mass of darkness, and there was a word from the anchor.

"Anchor, don't be impulsive! Go back to your room!"

Viewers who watched the live broadcast during the day thought that the anchor was in jail and had those strange red eyes, and the smell of blood in the middle of the night, no matter how you looked at it, it was a conspiracy.

"Stop making trouble, anchor, turn on the light, are you unable to sleep in the middle of the night playing with us?"

"Shh, listen, the voice that the anchor said appeared."

The audience who focused on watching the video had already turned up the sound to the maximum, and they heard what the anchor said.

Going in the dark, Qiao Mobai didn't know that the audience was about to quarrel because of his words. He came out of the room and walked to the left for about 5 minutes. The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and he had already arrived at the pig killing scene Degree.

A metal window door appeared in his line of sight, and light came in from inside. Qiao Mobai stood outside the door and looked at the iron window railing above. He took out his mobile phone, and the rear camera was raised in his hand, and the lens was aimed at Inside the bars.

The audience in the live broadcast room followed him and looked at what happened inside the bars through the camera.

Under the dim light tube, there is a body more than two meters tall. The camera cannot see the person's face clearly, only a human with short hair and a suit and trousers is lying on the indoor floor. There were bright red bloodstains flowing from the limbs.

"Fuck! The scene of the murder."

"666, the anchor has planted [-] mu of tomatoes at home."

"Exciting, the anchor wants to go in and fight one-on-one."

"Black and white impermanence, online law enforcement?"

Qiao Mobai couldn't laugh or cry when he saw the content of the comments. The slight heaving of the chest of the person lying on the ground inside the bars indicated that this person was still alive.

'cough……"

The person on the ground suddenly turned around, a familiar face made Qiao Mobai's hands tremble for a second, and the back of the phone hit the iron door with a soft sound.

The man standing in the room looked over instantly.

Qiao Mobai squatted down quickly, bowed his waist and went straight to the opposite direction of the corridor.

The sound of the door opening, the sound of heavy footsteps, the strong smell of blood, and his beating heart, Qiao Mobai began to regret that he didn't listen to the audience's persuasion just now.

He was running wildly in the corridor, and the man behind him also quickly chased after him. The sound of footsteps in his ear was getting closer and closer. In the darkness, Qiao Mobai even suspected that the man was only two meters away from him distance.

"Come in!"

Ahead, a door opened in the dark, and an iron arm grabbed the running figure and dragged it in. The next second the iron door closed again, and a violent collision sounded outside the door.

"Ho! Ho!'

"Drink some water, I keep kicking this door, that person won't come in again."

Zhou Quan held a glass of water and handed it to the person standing behind the door.

In just a few seconds, Qiao Mobai's entire back was covered in cold sweat, standing behind the door and panting hard, his breathing was a little calmer before he had the time to look at the room in front of him.

One tall and one short, two figures stood in front of him. He glanced at Zhou Quan, and then looked at another man who had been silent all this time. He was the one who pulled him in just now. "Who is this?"

"My brother, you call him..." Zhou Quan rolled his eyes around the other person, trying to figure out what to call him.

"Smell." The taciturn man choked out a word.

"Yes! His name is Wen!"

"Brother Wen, thank you just now, if you hadn't held me back, I'm afraid I would have been in trouble." Qiao Mobai politely reached out to hold the other party, and the cold touch of the palm made him shiver: "The temperature in your room is a little low. Is the air conditioner too cold?"

"He's like this, don't worry about it, let's sit here for a while, and there will definitely be prison guards coming to help after a while."

Zhou Quan pulled Qiao Mobai aside, and handed him the water glass he had been holding in his hand.

"You two, a room?"

Qiao Mobai was holding a cup, sitting on a stool, looking up, the bed, cup, toothbrush, and table in the room were all double.

"Well, why don't you come out at night without sleeping."

Zhou Quan single-mindedly signaled Wen to go to bed with his eyes, and stayed to deal with Qiao Mobai by himself.

"I was sleeping, but came out when I heard strange movements. Do you know who the person who beat Zeng Dong was?"

Qiao Mobai still felt terrified when he thought of the expressionless face and those red eyes on the ground just now.

"That man lives in Room 11. He came here half a year earlier than you. I have never seen him walk out of the room during these six months."

Zhou Quan shook his head, he didn't know much about many things in the prison.

"Then Zeng Dong...forget it." Qiao Mobai shook his head, and didn't ask any more questions.

The man standing outside the door let out a roar that could not distinguish between humans and animals. After Qiao Mobai finished drinking a glass of water, he heard countless footsteps coming, and soon the iron door was knocked again.

"The alarm is off, Georgian in Room [-], it's time for you to go back to your room."

"Look, it will be resolved soon." Zhou Quan pointed to the door.

"Hehe." Qiao Mobai walked to the door, Zhou Quan opened the door, and at a glance, the entire corridor was full of people.

Countless men in black suits with weapons in their hands stared at Qiao Mobai standing at the door.

"Xiaobai, go back to sleep first, and see you tomorrow."

Zhou Quan pushed the man out with a smile, and the door closed behind him.

Qiao Mobai, who was standing in the corridor, raised his head to face those people, quickly looked away, stared straight ahead and walked back, passing by the iron door he had encountered before, he glanced at it out of the corner of his eye. .

Through the iron window above, I can vaguely see several prison guards in the same clothes standing inside.

At the door, a figure lying on the ground made his eyebrows twitch violently a few times. Zeng Dong fell there with his head tilted, and his eyes were calmly watching him.

Qiao Mobai met his gaze, quickened his pace, and quickly returned to his room. Standing in this small prison room, he felt safe for the first time.