I have a portable prison

Zhao Qiqiu had no choice but to hold his breath.

The glamorous face close at hand raised slightly, and Lin Dongwan put a hand on his chest affectionately, staring at him deeply, her eyes under heavy makeup showed mad complacency while observing him.

For the first time in his life, Zhao Qiqiu also looked at Lin Dongwan seriously.

No one called his name at the moment, but two figures rushed towards him from the corner of the eye at the same time. Zhao Qiqiu's expression gradually became indifferent in the severe pain. First, he saw Lin Zhao who was striding towards him from the left, his face turned extremely ugly, as if the next second To kill.

But when his gaze was withdrawn from Lin Zhao, his hand suddenly covered another hand—someone grabbed Lin Dongwan's wrist for him, and Zhao Qiqiu felt a big hot hand appearing behind him, desperately supporting his body.

"Don't move," the man's voice was hoarse and slightly trembling, as if it wasn't Zhao Qiqiu who was holding his breath at the moment but the other party, and he said cautiously in his ear: "You let go first."

Zhao Qiqiu felt the terrible force on the opponent's fingers, and slowly let his hand leave his abdomen. During this period, a slight tremor brought an unbearable itching pain from the depths of his body, which made Zhao Qiqiu couldn't help but lower his head.

For a moment, his eyes also fell on the weird picture on the abdomen. Lin Dongwan was holding a red wooden handle in her hand. The exposed end was raised like an eagle's beak. It was an ice pick brought by some unlucky bartender, and it was sharp. At this moment, the part of his body had completely crashed into Zhao Qiqiu's body, and only the back of Lin Dongwan's overstretched hand could be seen outside.

Not long after calming down, Zhao Qiqiu's head quickly became muddled, and the heavy bell rang, this time like a death knell, roaring in the depths of his consciousness.

Dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang!

Bursts of hot heat came from the ring around his neck, as if he was rejoicing at what happened to him as a sinner, and also as if telling him that the final punishment had come.

"It's going to be fine, don't worry." Mingminglou whispered, but he didn't know that his voice sounded smooth at this time, as if he was extremely depressed, and he had lost the ability to persuade anyone. Only from Lin Dongwan's sudden scream, Can feel that Mingminglou is already furious.

Lin Zhao turned pale when he approached, this was the first time.His eyes quickly fell on the crimson wetness on Zhao Qiqiu's shirt, and because of Lin Dongwan's screams, everyone at the scene realized what happened slowly, and immediately became confused.

"Let go of me! You're hurting me! He deserves it! Second Brother, Second Brother, help me!" Lin Dongwan screamed, "It hurts! Ah—! Second Brother, save me!!"

Finally, Lin Dongwan let go of the handle, allowing Zhao Qiqiu to gain temporary freedom, and also harvested an ice pick in his body.

Mingminglou never let go of his support, but Zhao Qiqiu was still on the verge of falling, unable to support his body in the end, and suddenly fell to the ground.

The other person's hand also quickly reached out, but the moment it touched him, he couldn't help but pause.

Lin Zhao was startled by the heat from the cloth. After a moment of confusion, his throat rolled, and his eyes fell on Lin Dongwan like lightning.

When he saw Lin Dongwan struggling, his pupils constricted suddenly, and he asked sharply, "What's in your sleeve? What did you do?!"

Soon the security guards rushed up, and Lin Dongwan was pressed to the ground. Only then did everyone realize that the blood on Lin Dongwan's hand was not Zhao Qiqiu's, but a fresh wound on her own palm.

Tearing off her sleeve, the skin on that arm was densely covered with strange seal characters and patterns, especially a few long and narrow wounds that had healed, almost completely running through these patterns.

Everyone was at a loss, Zhao Qiqiu smiled slowly.

The pair of big hands supporting his shoulders exerted force suddenly, Zhao Qiqiu raised his eyes, and was facing Shang Mingminglou's gloomy gaze, only to see the muscles of his cheeks clenched together tightly, and squeezed out a few words: "You know, yes wrong?"

"I..." The severe headache came back again, Zhao Qiqiu finally couldn't laugh, but at this moment, he saw a familiar figure outside the crowd.

It was a young man wearing a chef's uniform. It seemed that the clothes on his body didn't fit well. Both cuffs were cut short, causing two extremely thin wrists to be stretched out. The fingers that used to lift the tombstone were wiping them skillfully with a white cloth A kitchen knife.

When Zhao Qiqiu stared at him, the other party put down the white cloth in his hand and continued to cook the expensive ingredients on the table, but the pleasant smile on his lips seemed to respond to Zhao Qiqiu's gaze unconsciously.

After silently reading those unknown numbers, Zhao Qiqiu turned on the black box to broadcast.

The moment I connected to the radio, I heard a melodious tune, as if someone was whistling. After listening for a few seconds, the sound stopped abruptly. The young chef in the distance looked up at Zhao Qiqiu. To be precise, it was Stretching his neck to look at Zhao Qiqiu's tragic situation.

【Amitabha, how pitiful, Lord Prison also shed a lot of blood today! 】

The voice of the black box got into his mind vaguely: [My sister is really merciless in her attack, this stab is very deep, are you all right, my lord? 】

【Does it hurt? 】

[It should be painful, right? 】

With the loud sigh of the black box, the chest of the young chef in the distance also heaved deeply.

[Maybe some audience members will think, if the prison warden is the master, he shouldn’t die, right? ] After finishing speaking, the black box laughed ho ho, and the laughter became louder and louder: 【Don't be naive!The final words of the warden have come, prepare to say goodbye with tears! 】

【—Okay, okay, I know that many of you don't believe in the true identity of the warden. In fact, I also doubted whether he was born of the Lin family. Now, seeing how he is dying, at least there is no need to doubt this.After all, the one who stabbed him was none other than the former eldest lady of the Lin family, six green leaves and one flower-->>

Lin Dongwan of flowers! 】

The smile on the lips of the black box grew wider: [She is the only...blood relative of the prison warden in the world! 】

Suddenly, a cold voice that seemed to come out of hell sounded clearly: "Grab that chef."

The black box's smile froze suddenly, and in the next second, a large number of black shadows appeared out of thin air around Xianminglou.

These shadows were silent, wearing bamboo hats, lean and in unison. When Ming Minglou's voice fell, they swarmed towards the direction of the black box!

The expression of the black box changed, and he tilted his head, as if feeling strange: 【Why is his umbrella here with you? 】

And when the umbrella craftsman was about to get close, several phantoms suddenly appeared in the venue, and many non-human guests who were dazzling just now suddenly stood in front of the young chef, and without saying a word, all the umbrella craftsmen gathered at the same time. Hold on tight.

Mingminglou lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms.

Zhao Qiqiu wanted to say something at first, but suddenly a fishy sweetness rose from his throat, followed by his chest, and he coughed in the next second, and in an instant, a lot of blood was splashed on the white shirt front.

"Hey--"

Mingminglou shook his hand and growled, but Zhao Qiqiu could hear that Mingminglou was still scared.

In this short period of time, Zhao Qiqiu was already drenched in cold sweat, his pupils were slowly dilating, and his expression fell into a trance.

He felt that the arms around him gradually tightened, and his name was called by his ear, but it was too noisy in his mind, and all the sounds from the outside world, including the broadcast of the black box, gradually moved away from him.

In the end, Zhao Qiqiu only had time to say: "Don't be afraid."

It was suddenly dark.

Mingminglou looked blank, but his hands began to tremble.

—Don't be afraid?

Don't be afraid? ?

Mingminglou's fingers clenched into fists little by little, his knuckles turned pale with force, as if the only way to restrain its shaking was in this way.

In fact, after Zhao Qiqiu finished saying this, Mingminglou felt that Zhao Qiqiu's soul suddenly disappeared, and what was lying in his hands at this moment was only an empty shell.

It was as if Zhao Qiqiu's interior collapsed irreparably, and his soul was suppressed, imprisoned and taken away by something.

Mingminglou slowly closed his eyes——

Zhao Qiqiu, can you tell me how to do it?

How can you be as cruel as you, and not let yourself go? !

……

Indeed, he dropped his body without hesitation, and when Zhao Qiqiu opened his eyes, he was already standing in the white hall, surrounded by extremely quiet, countless doors spread and gathered along the spiral corridor.In his life till now, he has doubled the size of the entire prison, making the ceiling seem even higher.

The temperature of the ring around his neck returned to normal, the urging bell stopped, and the wound on his abdomen naturally disappeared. Zhao Qiqiu stood on the spot rubbing his temples, and sat down on the ground—he knew that some things would eventually begin, but The wait before the signal gun sounded was extremely long. Fortunately, he was not made to wait too long. When Lin Dongwan walked into the venue today, he understood that today was that day.

He has been the warden for two lifetimes, and some insignificant people have become a symbol of the past in his eyes, which may represent something, but he will only look at it when he is willing to interpret it, and when he is unwilling to interpret it, this The symbols are no less than the small advertisements that can be seen everywhere on the street, and he will not even stop his eyes on them.

But now, the outside world fell into the calm before the storm, Lin Dongwan suddenly appeared, the advertisement was no different from what was posted on the face, causing Zhao Qiqiu to understand the cause and effect in an instant, and put together an important part of the puzzle - if the other party made a move, What method should be used to imprison oneself?

The inability to be imprisoned is Zhao Qiqiu's greatest weakness, and Chuan Yue is dead now, Zhao Qiqiu will never step into a truly closed environment, and it is undoubtedly impossible to seize his weakness.

However, there is another Lin Dongwan in this world who has been happy and happy outside. She is Zhao Qiqiu's half-sister, and she is also the only person who is related to Zhao Qiqiu by blood.

Humans may not think about this, but monsters have played with blood relationship to the extreme as early as 2000 years ago. If Lin Dongwan's soul was sealed in the body of the forbidden law first, and then the blood relationship was used to copy and pass on this spell, Zhao Qiqiu would be able to use blood relationship in an instant. Time will be sealed in his body, and then he will be backlashed by the law of the prison. Killing himself is really not empty talk.

Back in prison, Zhao Qiqiu couldn't help being afraid for a while when he thought of the severe headache just now, which far surpassed his physical injuries.

He looked at the ceiling, where the corridors twisted and twisted even more, and now—

Just wait.