I have a portable prison

Zhao Qiqiu turned out of the school with ease, and there was a newsstand not far away. He checked the date on the newspaper for the first time.

After confirming again and again that it was correct, he quickly calculated in his heart. After all, the day when the spiritual energy restarted was not far away. Including this half day, the total time left for him was only seven and a half days.

"Student, student?"

Zhao Qiqiu's thoughts were recalled, and the owner of the newsstand was frowning at him: "Are you okay, it's not time for school yet, wait for the parents?"

Although he said so, the boss had disapproval and suspicion on his face, as if guessing that Zhao Qiqiu skipped class after fighting.

Looking at something from the corner of the eye, Zhao Qiqiu looked sideways, and saw a mirror attached to the open narrow door of the newsstand. When he raised his head, he happened to meet a solemn face, and when he looked carefully, his face was green , but with such an expression of bitterness and hatred, it makes people feel a little funny.

Now he also took the opportunity to re-evaluate himself, he was still a little malnourished at this time, his face was pale and blue, although his body was not skinny, but there was no excess flesh, because he always frowned, there was a line between his brows, The most unsightly thing was that there was a serious bruise on the bridge of his nose and on his chin, especially at the corner of his mouth, which was broken.

Zhao Qiqiu pressed the button and hissed. In the next second, he suddenly loosened his frown, and the corners of his naturally upturned lips became bigger and bigger at this moment, revealing white and neat teeth in a blink of an eye. Standard eight teeth.

The good times didn't last long, this most comfortable smile changed very quickly, it couldn't be said that there was a big difference, but it just made people itch and wanted to hit the child a little bit.

The owner of the newspaper kiosk blinked his eyes, the unbeatable smile was gone, he still had the standard eight teeth, a pair of dark red phoenix eyes were looking straight at him, his expression was very simple, as if he could see through it at a glance, and he was kind, the boss couldn't help being taken aback.

"Thank you uncle."

There was a light thank you in my ear, but the boss had already responded before he could react, and looked again, the student disappeared.

"What's the rush?" The owner of the newsstand shook his head, sorted out the newspapers twice, and slowly returned to his small kiosk. He picked up a cardboard and fanned the wind. After fanning twice, he stopped, and listened outside. He said: "Thunder?" But soon, he muttered: "I'm deaf, what the hell, when will it rain..."

Zhao Qiqiu's footsteps became faster and faster, and his eyes kept scanning the surroundings. On the streets more than ten years ago, there were no new-style high-rise buildings with hundreds of floors, and there were no huge trees that blocked the sky and grew rampantly. It looked like another world. He could only rely on his fairly good sense of direction to try to distinguish. It was also lucky that he found the place where he lived in the past without wasting much time.

Home can't be called home, Zhao Qiqiu sneered in his heart, he jumped up the stairs without any hesitation, and without any fear of being close to home.

This is an old-fashioned family building, with only three floors at the highest, but the corridors on each floor have nine curves and ten loops, densely packed with doors, like ant nests.

There was a single key in his trouser pocket, which was tied with a plastic rope. He took it out and tried to insert it into a door at the edge of the corridor. After all, he had a good memory and told him to find the right one.

There should be no one in the house, it was locked, Zhao Qiqiu opened the door and stepped in.

It was a narrow and crowded small house, with a pile of waste newspapers piled up at the door, all the furniture looked very old, and the air smelled very dusty, especially the lingering second-hand smoke smell.

Entering the door is the living room, except for a sofa, a low coffee table, and two mahjong tables, eight or nine chairs are crowded together, and there are four ashtrays on the mahjong table, each of which is full like a performance art.

Zhao Qiqiu stood on the spot and admired it for a while. This home was the one he hated the most when he was a teenager, but people have experienced a lot, especially when you have already revenged, it feels good to remember bitterness and think sweet.

When he came back to his senses, he went straight to the sofa. There was only one bedroom in this house, and it was for the woman who was his aunt in name but had no blood relationship. He usually slept in the living room, which was the sofa.

If his aunt Liu Zhaoxi set up a poker game, then he wouldn't want to sleep, but that woman played mahjong 30 days out of 28 days a month.

So, I can't blame him for dozing off at school, not to mention that he has worked hard to clean himself up as much as possible, read books at night when he has nothing to do, his grades are not bad, and he is the first one standing at the school gate every day. For some reason, he has been regarded as a bad boy, and people always come to provoke him.

Not to mention things like fighting, once you are acquainted with each other, and only three times you realize that you are a genius in fighting, can this also be blamed on him?

Turning the sofa over, Zhao Qiqiu groped for a long time and found the place where he hid money before. The corner was so narrow that only his arm could reach in.

However, Zhao Qiqiu suspects that Liu Zhaoxi already knew that she had private money. After all, for a long time, she neither cared about nor paid for Zhao Qiqiu's meals.

Open the folded flat private money, there are not many pieces, six to seventy yuan.To be honest, no one would ask a 70-year-old child to work. He got the money by helping out at the nearby waste recycling station. Leaving early and absent from school.

Although his experience of part-time work was found out by those young masters and ladies who didn't know the so-called young masters in the new school, which made him not short of money, but clean.

Zhao Qiqiu stuffed the money into his pocket and went out, then bought a lighter, got on the bus and went to the suburbs.

There are two big houses that the Lin family usually use, one of which is in the urban area, and the other is where the old lady lived when she was young. The place is very remote and the surrounding scenery is good, with mountains and forests.

This area is sparsely populated. It is said to be a luxury house, but it was actually rebuilt later, and the scenery there is not rich enough, it is difficult to develop, and life is not convenient. It is necessary to go down the mountain every week to buy daily necessities. After the Lin family made a fortune, the old man lived on this mountain. A mountain road and a driveway have been built.

At this time, the bus was still a tram, and the farthest was to the edge of the city. Zhao Qiqiu took the bus and took a van again. After getting off the bus, he walked for an hour or two before he vaguely saw the old house of the Lin family halfway up the mountain, surrounded by layers of trees. with.

The closer Zhao Qiqiu got to the forest, the more uncertain he felt. Now the time is wrong. The time he got the golden finger was two years after the spiritual energy restarted. He was reborn and wanted to master the prison in advance, maybe it was just empty talk.

No one can be seen around, it is the hottest time in the afternoon, Zhao Qiqiu is walking in the woods, but the heat seems to be sucked away by the hundreds of years old trees around.

Soon he arrived near Lin's house, he bypassed that house far away, tried to follow the route of his previous life, and continued to climb up the mountain, not far away was the mountain road repaired by the Lin family.But he didn't walk onto the mountain road until he was out of Lin Zhai's sight.

As I walked along this trail, just like in my previous life, it was blocked by more and more branches, and faults began to appear on the stone steps. In the end, it seemed that the project was over, so the remaining stone slabs were simply placed one at a time. When dealing with leftovers.

As the sky darkened, Zhao Qiqiu was still walking up, the lighter and keys in his pocket rang softly, the surrounding mountains and forests still looked calm, and nothing happened.

Zhao Qiqiu guessed that there was such a possibility, but he was still very disappointed that nothing happened.Perhaps the situation at that time was also affected by the restart of the spiritual energy. Now that the restart of the spiritual energy has not happened, there is naturally nothing on this mountain.

After climbing the mountain for two hours without eating all day, Zhao Qiqiu held onto the tree and thought about it, and decided to go down the mountain before dark and come back tomorrow.

Just as he was about to walk back home, Zhao Qiqiu spoke suddenly at a very close distance.

"Eight more steps, and eight more..."

The sound of the wind and the rustling of leaves seemed to stop instantly, and in the silent mountain forest, voices could be clearly heard.

Zhao Qiqiu stopped walking down the mountain, then turned around slowly and continued to walk up the mountain.

"Six... and three..."

There were no steps at all, Zhao Qiqiu walked straight up as if he hadn't heard the voice talking to himself.

And this clear and weird voice seemed to be haunting him. One second, it was an adult man's voice, and the next second it would become a child's voice. With the increasingly cold environment, Zhao Qiqiu also found some sense.

In his previous life, he didn't hear anyone talking on the mountain road.But thinking about it, I must have been lured to go up the mountain, and that kind of style is also evil, not like the handwriting of the one above.

Now it seems that the culprit is not his absence, but his inability to detect it at the time.

Could it be that he was reborn once, and he also developed new skills?

But it was obviously more than that, the night seemed to drown out all the light in an instant, and Zhao Qiqiu laughed when he heard the voice.

"I'll... take you to a good place."

After the other party finished speaking, without warning, the light came back little by little, as if the darkness just now was just cloudy.

The sun was even brighter than in the afternoon, and the light scattered down the gaps in the leaves, covering the ground.

Suddenly stepping on something hard, Zhao Qiqiu didn't need to lower his head to know that there was a long series of clean stone steps under his feet again, each piece was as flawless as a copy.

The noise in the forest also reappeared, the sun was shining all around, the breeze was blowing, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and the forest leaves were rustling, bringing a burst of relaxation and comfort. It is the ladder to heaven. This ladder is right.

Zhao Qiqiu had also seen the same scene in his previous life, but he didn't think it was strange at the time, but now he was walking in the sun, but his hairs were standing on end, as if crazily clamoring for him to leave quickly.

After walking for a short time, the end of the stone steps gradually became gentle, and a deep and tall ancestral hall appeared, passing through the pillars, and the carved wooden doors and windows inside were intricately carved, which was very exquisite.

The further Zhao Qiqiu walked, the more intense the sunlight from the courtyard became. When he walked to the door of the ancestral hall, the singing of birds and flowers disappeared, and the rushing of forest leaves disappeared. The strong light above his head seemed to be shining like a searchlight. Yes, the surroundings are getting darker and darker.

Zhao Qiqiu squinted his eyes because of the light, thinking what is going on, this thing that attracts people up the mountain is not psychologically good, what kind of illusion is this, those who don't know think it is Yuba.

Time stood still for a few seconds, but it was only a few seconds. Just as Zhao Qiqiu put his fingers on the two huge carved wooden doors, a sudden change suddenly blew a gust of wind that penetrated into the bone marrow. Everything became fishy and salty, and there was a strong blood in it, and something came down from the top of the head.

Zhao Qiqiu still didn't seem to notice anything, stood in place and pushed the wooden door, the door was like cast iron, without moving a single thread.

Zhao Qiqiu's face finally changed, but at this moment, there was a huge force behind him, just like in his previous life, like a hammer hitting his back, pushing himself forward violently, the wooden door opened in response, Zhao Qiqiu headlong fell into the door.

Behind him, the wind suddenly approached, Zhao Qiqiu glanced away, and saw something that he had never seen here in the previous life.

A black hole-like bloody mouth, almost touching the door from top to bottom, with countless huge fangs interlaced back and forth, heading in his direction, looking impatient.

As soon as his knees softened, Zhao Qiqiu's body dropped suddenly. In a blink of an eye, he leaned forward with his upper body, pressed his hands to the ground, closed his eyes, and heard a bang, as if accidentally entering the door, Zhao Qiqiu knocked firmly forward a bang.

"what!!!"

There was a scream behind him, and something huge flew upside down.

After a long while, Zhao Qiqiu pretended to be dazed, and raised his head to look around.

This is indeed the old ancestral hall of the Lin family, but it was poorly managed and burned down 20 years ago. After that, the Lin family built a new ancestral hall elsewhere and abandoned the old house.

Now the place is even more dilapidated, basically there are only three walls, half a column, and weeds everywhere. Zhao Qiqiu raised his head and could see the stars through the treetops.

It was already late at night.

Zhao Qiqiu bowed his head again, the clothes on his body were cut into rags by the branches, and there were still many tingling pains on the back of his arms, and he didn't know where that ghost thing took him just now.

At this time, there was a light hey, and a voice that was completely different from before sounded, it sounded refreshing and magnanimous, and it was a bit pleasing to the ear.

"It has some fate with me."

Everything that followed seemed to reappear from yesterday. Zhao Qiqiu followed the instructions and picked up an old memorial tablet from the corner of the ruins. It looked like a thin piece of wood, but it was heavy in the hand. It was as cold as iron stone. It was not an illusion. Zhao Qiqiu even heard a clatter The sound of chains.

There was vaguely a name surnamed Lin on the tablet, which had been burnt black, Zhao Qiqiu wiped it with his hand, and the handwriting disappeared, revealing the other words underneath.

These words are even more difficult to say, like graffiti, if Zhao Qiqiu had to comment, he might say that these words were not written with hand strokes, but with feet.

I saw a deep imprint on it: I realize my emptiness.

Zhao Qiqiu seemed to have adapted to the darkness, and it seemed that the surroundings had already become brighter. He set up the tablet, endured the trembling in his heart, kowtowed three more times, and said solemnly: "Master!"

"puff!"

Zhao Qiqiu said: "Master Patriarch."

"You want to take advantage of me." The plaque said: "Don't think about it, I never accept apprentices. Although you and I are destined, it is only the fate of this inheritance."

Obviously it's the fate of the boss and the social animal.

"The patriarch taught me the lesson." Zhao Qiqiu said sadly.

"Do you understand what I just said? This is for you."

Zhao Qiqiu answered clearly, and a barrel of scriptures appeared on the ground in front of him.

He picked up the scripture scroll, carefully pushed it aside, first pulled out half a meter to look at it, then pulled out another half meter, and then pulled out another meter before reaching the end.

I saw a few large characters written in vernacular on the first line at the top: the rules of the warden.

Zhao Qiqiu said in his heart that in order for him to understand, this typesetting is considered well-intentioned.

The rules are exactly the same as in the previous life, the difference is that Zhao Qiqiu reached into his trouser pocket and took out a lighter in this life.

Tablet: "..."

With a squeak, the flint rubbed, Zhao Qiqiu watched the code that was about to ignite, and it was impossible to say that he was not nervous.

But after all, it was this volume of rules that exposed his golden fingers in his previous life. No matter how he hid it, it was like fate that when the 13-year agreement expired, someone still found it.

The scroll turned into ashes very quickly, Zhao Qiqiu said: "I have already memorized it all."

He figured it out in his previous life, there was only one chance to destroy this thing, and that was when he got it, in front of this patriarch of unknown origin.He has already lost this opportunity early.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the rule of inviolability of fire and water in the previous life just disappeared. He guessed right, the other party acquiesced.

There were two ding ding sounds, and when the code scroll disappeared, something fell to the ground.Zhao Qiqiu fumbled a little, and picked up three thin needles, which looked like they were made of crystal, as if they would break into three pieces when pinched.

"These three filiform needles are three chances, so be sure to use them with caution."

Zhao Qiqiu: "..." I who tried my best to hide the rules in my previous life...maybe I am really a fool.

"Now I agree with you that the length of your tenure, ten years, or 15 years, or 20 years, is entirely up to your will, and no one will force you..." The other party seemed to take Zhao Qiqiu's age into consideration, and spoke in a very straightforward way.

"I..." After a long silence, Zhao Qiqiu raised his head, his eyes gradually burning, and he said decisively: "I, Zhao Qiqiu, was born as a prisoner and died as a ghost of the prison. If you want to add a time limit to the term of office," he paused for a moment, his tone Suddenly there was something more in the middle, with an inexplicable smile on his face, word by word, said:

"Life after life, never ending!"

At the end, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth.