Chapter 38 (1/2)

The official voice played very smoothly and was awe inspiring. Even the fat man next to him suddenly felt that the warden defended the prisoner like a real son.

Duan Xin nodded and said, ”if they want to kill me, should they kill me? Are you too old to see that they all hide sharp blades? There will be these in the prison. I'm afraid someone will provide them. ”

He raised a touch of ridicule at the corner of his mouth and said, ”besides, I came in yesterday. Today, someone with a sharp blade killed me. Don't you smell the conspiracy in it? Or did you get a foot in it? ”

The warden was guilty of being a thief and his eyelids jumped when asked.

Duan Xin further said, ”Sir, have you nothing to say?”

The warden looked sluggish and said, ”I'll send someone to investigate this matter. Anyway, you hurt people, boy, the murder of drug slave house, robbing guns and attacking the police, plus today's wounding case, hehe, you don't want to go out in your life.”

Thinking of this, he calmed down, smiled meaningfully and said, ”I don't think you're hurt. You don't have to send it to the medical room. Come on, catch Duan Xin.”

”Shut up in the little black house!”

”Well, the little black house is an experience!” Duan Xin was not surprised that he would frustrate his spirit so much. He even looked up and thought, as if he was looking forward to it.

Then he glanced at Malone intentionally or unintentionally. The latter nodded and sighed: ”the gunman really doesn't have a chance anymore!”

When he grew up in prison, he smiled and said, ”yes, after all, life has to go through a lot to be perfect.”

Duan Xin also smiled, pointed to the warden and said, ”from last night to now, it's just you!”

Smelling the speech, the warden wanted to kill him, but he smiled wisely and secretly said, idiot, I think you can laugh for a long time!

In his instructions, several prison guards came with handcuffs and were a little afraid at first. From the degree of the prisoner's injury, we can judge how terrible Duan Xin was. Fortunately, when we saw that some companions were still carrying guns, we accelerated our pace again.

Duan Xin did not resist, but also extended his hands in cooperation.

Finally, he came to the legendary little black house.

The hard stone walls, heavy iron doors, strong rotten smell, and the residual nails and blood stains on the walls all show that this small black house once crushed the souls of some prisoners.

In a closed and narrow space, with the passage of time, people will gradually feel pressure, that kind of dull, lonely depression, so strong that people can't stand it quickly, or even collapse.

This is also the principle of the little black house.

With the bang of the door, the light inside was dark. Duanxin tried to open his eyes and couldn't see the opposite wall.

I feel like I'm in a thick fog, looking around, but I can't find a way out and direction.

At a loss.

Gradually, the thick darkness and strange silence oppressed Duan Xin's heart like a mountain, but he didn't move, as quiet as an old monk.

I don't know how long it took, he finally opened his eyes and murmured, ”it's finally dark!”

Then he stood up, touched the big lock of the iron door and put his tongue close to it.

The big lock was soon destroyed by the power of magic, and the door opened.

Duan Xin adapted to the light outside for a while, and the probe came out.