Big Joe, Little Joe loves me

Chapter 15

The darkness did not last long, and the candles were lit again, and a prisoner was led into the dungeon.

This person was dressed in a white robe, with an expressionless face but sharp eyes, steady steps on his feet, a pair of casserole-like fists with veins exposed, he looked like a powerful and dangerous person.

The prisoner was taken to Liu Gan's cell next door, and his hands and feet were also bound in chains.

"Tell you, be honest, don't hold on to the idea of ​​seeing the sun again after entering here, it will be a matter of time before you die."

A prison guard kicked the white-robed man six times in five people, but the white-robed man acted like a normal person, silent and motionless like a mountain.

This reaction aroused the anger of the jailer, who kicked the white-robed man one after another, and the white robe was soon covered with footprints.

The white-robed man suddenly let out a low growl, and the jailer shuddered suddenly, lost his balance and fell to the ground in a panic.

"Stinky boy, you want to die!" The jailer stood up and wanted to chop the white-robed man with his knife.

The tall jailer next to him hurriedly stopped him, and said in a low voice, "Old Wang, don't mess around. This man is an important criminal. If something happens, you and I will lose our lives."

The jailer put away his knife and gave up, but he still cursed: "Fortunately, you boy, I am in a good mood today to spare your life, and next time, I will cut your head off!"

The tall jailer said: "Okay, okay, let's go quickly, my wife is still waiting for me to warm the bed."

"You boy, you value sex over friends, and sooner or later you will die on a woman..."

The sound died away and the candle went out.

In the darkness, with the dim moonlight reflected, Liu Gan could roughly see where the white-robed man was, but unfortunately he couldn't see the man's appearance clearly.

"Brother, what did you do to get in here?"

Liu Gan was bored here by himself for too long, finally someone who could talk came and greeted him first.

"Murder." The white-robed man spoke in an unastonishing and endless manner, with a cold and distant tone.

"What a coincidence, so am I." Liu Gan joked after being slightly taken aback.

"Who did you kill? Why did you kill him?" Liu Gan asked casually. In fact, he was not interested in who the white-robed man killed. He just wanted to talk to someone, but the white-robed man reported that person's name. At that time, he had a momentary illusion of being confused.

"Cao Song." The white-robed man said calmly.

"Cao Song! Which Cao Song? Could it be Cao Cao's father?" When the white-robed man acquiesced, Liu Gan felt that his jaw was about to drop to the ground.

Liu Gan vaguely remembered that Cao Song was murdered by Tao Qian, governor of Xuzhou. Could it be that this person belonged to Tao Qian?
"I'm Liu Gan, don't you know your brother's name?" Liu Gan asked.

"Zhu Gongdao." The white-robed man is also Zhu Gongdao, who cherishes words like gold.

Liu Gan couldn't help frowning, but he had never heard of this name before, he pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Zhu is from Tao Gongzu?"

Liu Gan felt that Zhu Gongdao was looking at him for the first time, and he didn't blame Liu Gan for being so sensitive. Since he came in, Zhu Gongdao seemed indifferent to everything.

"No." Zhu Gongdao said.

"That's strange, as far as I know Cao Song was not killed by Tao Gongzu?" Liu Gan was puzzled.

"If you want to commit a crime, there is no excuse." Zhu Gongdao said coldly.

"It turns out that Cao Mengde's attack on Xuzhou under the banner that the mourning army will win will indeed gather a lot of people's hearts." Liu Gan nodded secretly.

Hearing this, Zhu Gongdao couldn't help but took a deep look at Liu Gan, but said nothing.

The two were silent for a long time, Zhu Gongdao remained silent, as if he was used to being alone and lonely.

Liu Gan suddenly asked: "Brother Zhu, can you tell me why you killed Cao Song?"

Zhu Gongdao said indifferently: "Because he is too greedy, anyone who is greedy should die."

Liu Gan became even more curious, and asked, "What is he greedy for that makes you so disgusted?"

Zhu Gongdao snorted coldly: "You talk too much."

Liu Gan sighed: "It's really boring to talk halfway. Don't you know that there are four kinds of friendship that are the most precious in the world?"

Liu Gan deliberately paused, and wanted to wait for Zhu Gongdao to ask.

However, Zhu Gongdao didn't accept this, and sat there as motionless as a mountain, without the slightest thought of questioning.

Liu Gan suddenly got dizzy and said very upset: "I said, brother Zhu, you are such a wonderful flower, don't you have the slightest curiosity? Are you still human?"

Zhu Gongdao suddenly asked: "What is a strange flower?"

As soon as this remark came out, Liu Gan became even more depressed, but there was nothing he could do about it.

In desperation, Liu Gan had no choice but to speak slowly: "Qihua means strange and eccentric. This is not the point. Let me talk to you about what is the most precious friendship."

"First, they went to school together, that is, they went to school together. The friendships they had when they were teenagers were pure and uninteresting, and they knew each other very well, so this kind of relationship is very deep."

"Secondly, we fought guns together, which is similar to classmates. If we went to the battlefield together, killed the enemy, and handed over our backs to comrades without reservation, it would be even more different. Do you understand this kind of feeling? "

"Thirdly, I have prostituted together, oh, you may not understand, it means that I have prostituted together, in fact, I don't understand this kind of feeling very well, I also heard it from hearsay, don't get me wrong, I am not that kind people."

"Fourth, squatting in the classroom together is the environment you and I are in now, this dark place where you can't see your fingers, we two strangers from all over the world who don't know each other, get together by fate and talk about life How difficult it is to talk about ideals! What do you think?"

Zhu Gongdao was silent, and he didn't know whether to acquiesce or deny it.

Liu Gan didn't take it seriously. After chatting, he had figured out Zhu Gongdao's character. He was a man who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

"Fairness, do you want to go out?" Liu Gan has already changed his address with ease.

"This is a death row, and you can't get out." Zhu Gongdao seemed to have lost his previous indifference, and Liu Gan felt this keenly.

"Then if we go out, can you help me kill people? You are so good at killing people, it would be a pity if you don't kill more bad guys." Liu Gan laughed.

"Okay." Zhu Gongdao said softly, as if he said it very seriously, only he knew it, and it was because it was a kind of promise, a promise between men.

A promise of gold.

The sky was dim, and a golden ray of sunlight shot into the cell without warning.

The next moment, the cock crowed and the dog barked.

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of fighting, suddenly shook the sky!

A moment later, a group of armored soldiers rushed in like a tide and rushed into the dungeon.

"Where is Liu Gan being imprisoned? Tell me quickly, or I will kill you!" This was Zhou Tai's voice.

"In...in it, ah!" This is the scream of the jailer's death.

"Bold Zhou Tai, how dare you lead a team to rob a prison! Is it possible for your Shenji Camp to rebel?" Wen Hong's voice.

"Brothers, fight in with me, the lord is here!" This is Jiang Qin's roar.

Then, the sound of endless fighting resounded through the sky.

Liu Gan looked up to the sky and laughed, and said to Zhu Gongdao: "Jingdao, you can't break your promise and get fat!"

Zhu Gongdao was shocked: "Could it be that these people are here to save you from danger?"

Liu Gan smiled mysteriously and remained silent, but his heart was extremely confused.

After all, we have come to this point. Since ancient times, troubled times have ruled the roost, only the winner is king, and the loser is not qualified to write history books.

Lu Ziming, I will never forgive you.

(End of this chapter)