My master is invincible

Chapter 656 Food Corpse (8)

The male doctor knocked off my arm, his face flashed with displeasure, and he said coldly: "I'm just a doctor, how can I know how he committed suicide, if you have the courage, go to the prison and ask, don't mess around with me."

With that said, he waved to me, "Get out!"

Listening to what he said, I wanted to ask him clearly, but remembering that this is a prison, I didn't dare to pester him anymore, so I thanked him and left the room.

Afterwards, I took some clothes and a toothbrush, and followed a young prison guard to Room 209.

As soon as I entered the room, I found that the room was not very big, about [-] square meters, with eight beds, bunk beds, and an empty bed at the far end of the room. I took my clothes and walked towards that bed. past.

After walking less than three steps, the young prison guard stopped me and said, "33218, these are the rules and regulations of the prison."

As he said that, he handed me a 24-motif paper with densely written words on it, and continued: "Wake up at 06 o'clock every morning, wash for half an hour, have breakfast at 30:12, and start working at 2 o'clock Eat lunch, take a two-hour break at noon, continue working at 10 o'clock, and have dinner at six o'clock, and if the work is heavy, you need to work overtime until [-] o'clock at night."

When I heard this, I had a strange idea in my heart. When I was not in prison, I thought that squatting in a prison meant squatting in the prison and doing nothing. I didn't expect that the prison was the same as the outside, and you also needed to work.

With this in mind, I gave the prison guard a hum, and asked him, "Where are the others?"

"Going to work." He left these words, walked out, and locked the door.

After he left, I put my clothes and other things on the bed, made the bed again, and lay down on it, staring at the ceiling blankly, thinking in my heart, if I let my parents know that I am squatting, what will happen to them? Will you beat me up, or will you not allow me to set foot in the house.

Thinking, thinking, I fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a dozen people surrounded by my bed. The most glaring one was a bald man, who was about 185 in height and about 27 years old. A dragon crossing the river is tattooed on the left and right arms, and the image of Guan Gong is tattooed on the chest. Next to him is a thinner man who wears a pair of glasses and looks gentle. He is [-] or [-] years old. age.

As soon as I woke up, the bald man came over with a sullen face and said, "Boy, registration number."

Due to the close distance, I could smell the strong smell of garlic in his mouth. I frowned and said, "Jiu Chen, serial number 33218."

As soon as the words finished, the bald man slapped my forehead and said sharply, "I'm asking what crime you committed."

"Intentional wounding," I said.

As soon as these words came out, the bald man's face relaxed, and he said: "It's okay, I can stay in a dormitory."

I didn't understand what he meant, so I sat up and asked, "What do you mean?"

This time it was the thinner man who spoke. He smiled at me and said, "Little brother, let me introduce you first. This is Brother Bald, known as Brother Long, from AH, and he is from our 209." Boss."

As he said that, he pointed to the bald man, and then pointed to himself, "My surname is Zhang, and I'm called a mouse. I'm from Hubei. I'm Brother Long's military adviser. That's a squirrel, and that's..."

The mouse introduced all the remaining dozen men. What made me depressed was that they were all nicknamed mice.

After some introductions, I got a general understanding of them. Brother Long committed murder and was sentenced to life imprisonment for unknown reasons. That mouse is a commercial fraudster. The boss of a company bought more than 600 million yuan, and he was arrested before he had time to squander it. The remaining rats were either robbers or thieves.

"Chen Jiu, we have an unwritten rule in 209 that we refuse to accept rape/female offenders. Brother Long just asked you what crime you committed, and that's exactly what it means." The mouse said with a smile, and sat next to me. After getting down, let the others go back to their respective beds.

"Now it's time for you to talk about it. I need to make a record for you. One is to see if you are suitable for 209, and the other is to let us all know you." He asked such a sentence, like a magic trick, pulled out Get out a notebook and a pencil, and signal me to speak.

I thought about it for a while, and introduced myself briefly to him, saying: "Chen Jiu, from Hunan, professional eight immortals."

"Eight Immortals? What the hell?" He glanced at me suspiciously, and said, "What the hell are you doing?"

I scratched the back of my head and explained: "The ones who specialize in carrying coffins also take care of funerals."

As soon as these words came out, the people who had left earlier immediately surrounded them, and even Brother Long came over, stared at me for a long time, and said, "Is the Eight Immortals you are talking about the Eight Great Immortals of our north?" King Kong? Specialized in carrying coffins for the dead?"

I nodded, "Almost, it's called differently in different places, but we call it the Eight Immortals."

Brother Long looked at me strangely, patted my shoulder with one hand, and laughed loudly: "Brother, I will cover you from now on. In this prison, who dares to bully you, report my name, and I guarantee that no one will dare to bully you." .In addition, these are the cigarettes I have treasured for three months, and I give them to you."

"This is a cigarette I have treasured for half a year." The mouse took out seven or eight cigarettes and handed them to me.

"This is my cigarette." A dozen other people took out their cigarettes one after another and put them on my bedside.

Looking at their reactions, I feel inexplicable, what's going on?Why are you giving me cigarettes one by one?Isn't that weird?I remember it was said in the movie that cigarettes are very precious in prison, and it is rare to smoke one a month. How could they give me cigarettes?I didn't do anything, could it be that I have the aura of a king and conquered them.

I knocked on my head violently, waved away the unrealistic thoughts in my heart, cast doubtful eyes on Brother Long, and said, "Brother Long, who are you?"

He chuckled and said, "Little brother, what you do is a sacred profession. It's safe to send people to the ground. My brother admires you."

As he said that, he found a roll of paper towels, tore two pieces, put a little soap on them, crumpled the two pieces of paper towels, threw them on the ground, and slid them dozens of times with his feet. , the paper towel was on fire, he lit the cigarette, handed it to me, and said, "Come on, little brother, smoke!"

Looking at his actions, I was a little dazed, and there is such a way to make a fire, I didn't ask further, and I didn't dare to accept the cigarette, so I said: "Brother Long, I am just a coffin bearer, what is there to admire?" ?”

He glared at me and said angrily, "Little brother, don't talk nonsense. The Eight Immortals are very sacred. If there were no Eight Immortals brothers like you in this world, the funeral would not know how chaotic it would be. Just look at the current funeral. So for the sake of money, only those Eight Immortals will hold funerals properly. For you Eight Immortals, I admire you from the bottom of my heart. You must know that people are mortal, and when they die, there will be funerals. After I die, if I can let the Eight Immortals hold a funeral, I don't ask for the sins of Xili's body, and I just hope that the coffin can be safely carried to the cemetery when the funeral is going out, and that's enough."

"Yeah! In today's funerals, people and ghosts want to get involved. How can they care about the thoughts of the deceased, let alone the rules passed down by the ancestors. Everyone only has money in their eyes. Professional Eight Immortals like you , very few." The mouse said this from the side.

Listening to what they said, I felt very bitter in my heart. I was stared at outside my profession, but I never thought that I would be called holy by this group of people in prison. It would be a lie to say that I didn't feel it.

At that moment, I let out a heavy breath, and returned those cigarettes. I didn't know that they didn't want them anyway, so they said, these cigarettes are filial to me, which made me completely moved.

Maybe it was because of my job. In just half an hour, I got to know them very well. I chatted with them until after 11 o'clock in the evening. The prison guards knocked on the door several times before they left my bed.

After they left, I lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. This was the first time I felt respect from others for the Eight Immortals, and it was also the first time I felt sincere respect from others. I felt a lot in my heart.However, thinking of Lang Gao's confession, I have many doubts in my heart. How could He Yaoguang commit suicide inexplicably?

After thinking about it for a while, I really couldn't fall asleep, so I yelled not far away: "Brother Mouse, are you asleep?"

"No!" He replied and asked me, "What's wrong with my little brother? Is he not used to life in prison?"

I said no, and asked him, "Do you know He Yaoguang?"

(End of this chapter)