Reborn Noble Prisoner

The incandescent lamp radiated a high temperature, almost ironing the skin. Xiao Sinuo nodded in discomfort, and raised his eyes to look at the person coming. With just one glance, he concluded that these two people were by no means ordinary prison guards. , even though he was wearing a decent uniform, he was very familiar with the cold and evil look in his eyes.

"No. 3, District 11." One person pointed to the end of the corridor, glanced at Xiao Sinuo and suddenly laughed, walked over to remove the shackles on his hands and feet, pushed him, whistled, and waved at the young man. Waving, "Little Sheep, you're lucky, the preliminaries have just begun!"

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No. 3, District 11, double room.

Ten square meters of space, bunk beds, stainless steel toilets, sinks, small shower heads, a cement table, and even two chairs. Of course, it is an extravagant hope to smash people with the things in the cell .

Xiao Sinuo looked around and found that it was not bad, at least for now, the treatment was good.

Glancing at his still-unhealed shoulder, he couldn't help but sigh, what a "preliminary match" is, you don't need to think about it, in prison, violence dominates everything.

Xiao Sinuo's cell is on the third floor, which is the so-called third district. By analogy, the downstairs is the first and second districts. He has been in the forbidden island for a month. He is more or less familiar with the situation in the red prison. Hear more, especially when the roommate is still a talkative person who is unwilling to be lonely.

From the day the Forbidden Island Prison was built, all those who came in were serious criminals, but the serious criminals were also divided into three, six or nine grades. The three to fifty years of imprisonment were basically in the first four battalions, the so-called "living area".

Compared with the "living people's district", it is the "living dead people's district" of the Fifth and Sixth Battalions.

The living dead - life imprisonment without hope, death sentence with reprieve and death penalty, wanting to escape from prison is a dream.

All the prisoners who have been in the Red Prison for five years know that there is a legend about the mysterious No. [-] Camp on the Forbidden Island.

Why mysterious?

Some people say that after entering Camp No. [-], no one can come out again.

It is also said that Camp No. [-] leads to two prisons, hell or black prison, but whether it is hell or black prison, it is equal to two words, Dead OR Free.

Therefore, the legend of the No. [-] Battalion is particularly concerned by the prisoners in the "Living Dead Zone" of the Fifth and Sixth Battalions, such as water ghosts and bald heads. Whether the camp is dead or not, they all have to find a way to go in and have a look. People who are alive and have no way out are greedy and longing for tiny hopes.

The bald head said, no one knows where the Seventh Battalion is, but the Seventh Battalion exists, it may be above you, it may be below you, people who go in can't get out, and those who come out are all fucking dead.

There is a fixed number of people in Shanghei Island every year. This is not a secret among the veterans of the Fifth and Sixth Battalions. The prison guards don’t allow it to be discussed. According to rumors, the No. [-] Battalion has become a preparatory camp for entering the Black Island.

Black Island, a place where people are busy surviving or dying.

Since the establishment of the Forbidden Island Prison, there has been no precedent for a successful prison escape, so for those gangsters, drug lords, and professional killers who should "die" here, entering the No. The chance to survive is undoubtedly the only way out.

No one can figure out the essence of Slave Island, but there are definitely not a few people who want to go, even those from the first four battalions, those who can't endure decades of long imprisonment and are somewhat capable, all stretch their necks to inquire secretly News from the Seventh Battalion.

Therefore, the veterans in the prison often sneered, saying that Forbidden Island is not like a prison at all, but more like a slave market where people are resold by violent machines, and one million dollars per animal is like a fantasy.

Xiao Sinuo didn't dare to conclude that he was currently in the legendary No. [-] Battalion, but judging from the security level along the way, this place can definitely be called the core detention place of the entire Red Prison.

The iron door rang suddenly, and Xiao Sinuo put his hands on the edge of the bed, and jumped up neatly, with a light body like a sensitive feline.

The prison door in the third district is not the kind of iron gate that can see the outside. It is the same as the door of the medical room and the prison guard's office. It is sound-proof and sight-proof. What is going on inside is hard to detect from the outside, but obviously, there are definitely a lot of micro-cameras for surveillance. in three.

The iron door opened, and a person walked in. The guard yelled a few words at him from outside. He spoke strong Spanish and spoke very fast. Xiao Sinuo heard the general idea, and he probably told the person that he had a new roommate. Get along well and stop making trouble in private.

The man replied lightly twice, listening to the tone, extremely perfunctory, thinking that this room, No. 3, District 11, has changed people several times.

After the guard left, the cell door was automatically locked, and there was a bang, and the cell was suddenly silent.

The snow-white light casts from the top of the head, illuminating the small space is very clean and tidy, a one-meter-long, ten-centimeter-wide window on the wall is just facing the cliff of the forbidden island, the waves are rough, and the blue sea and blue sky are only a glimpse of the scene, but For the prisoners inside the high wall, it is undoubtedly a luxury.

Both of them were silent, looking at each other reciprocally.

The man was tall, but not a strong one. He was well-proportioned, and even in a prison uniform, he couldn't hide his perfect proportions. He had black hair, deep and three-dimensional features, and his eyes were emerald green with a hint of opal. He is of mixed Eastern and Western blood, and his temperament is extremely unique and pure.

This is the kind of man who should be wearing a handmade haute couture suit to a celebrity dinner, not a prison cell.

Xiaosnuo nodded to him, which was polite, and greeted him coldly in Spanish: "Shosnuo."

"Qiao Bai." The man also nodded, his expression indifferent, "I can speak Chinese."

Xiao Sinuo pursed his lips and said nothing.

Another moment of silence.

Qiao Bai looked at Xiao Sinuo, turned around and took off his clothes, walked to the simple shower head and took a shower, and when he came out, he glanced at the upper bunk again.

Xiao Sinuo lay on the bed with his arms pillowed on his head, keeping his expression on his face, and only ignored the man's eyes.

Qiao Bai wiped his wet black hair with a bath towel, his sexy thin lips were still stained with water, suddenly his eyes raised, and he said calmly, "Hey, come down."

Xiao Sinuo turned his head to look at him, and said lightly, "Why?"

Qiao Bai paused his movements, raised his eyes and took a deep look at the young man. After a long time, the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "What do you think? That's my bed."

Xiao Si Nuo was stiff.

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10

010 Qiao Bai...

In general, Xiao Sinuo is quite satisfied with his new roommate.

I love cleanliness, don't talk nonsense, have no bad habits, go to bed early and get up early, and live a regular life.

But what makes Xiao Sinuo feel different is that men are always flipping through various fashion men's magazines on the bed, such as "L'UOMOVogue", "MensNonno", "NYLON".

As far as reading magazines is concerned, it is actually quite normal. However, when a prisoner in the No. [-] camp flips through fashion magazines in the prison cell, it will inevitably make people feel a strange sense of disobedience.

Xiao Sinuo wondered, how could the guards tolerate such things flowing in?

Xiao Sinuo reached out and took the latest "L'UOMO Vogue" by Qiao Bai's bedside. After two days of contact, he knew that men don't dislike others touching his things.

Flipping through two pages in boredom, Xiao Sinuo pouted, rarely taking the initiative to talk: "You have really special interests."

Qiao Bai crossed his long legs, leaning against the edge of the bed idly, without raising his eyes, he said casually: "It's just boring."

Xiao Sinuo laughed, and casually threw the magazine back on his bed: "The original Italian edition is really a luxurious pastime."

When the man heard this, the corners of his lips twitched: "It's just a pastime for me, but it's the highest enjoyment for some people."

Xiao Sinuo smiled indifferently, squinted his eyes and yawned, a little lost in interest, obviously not interested in this topic.

Qiao Bai pursed his lips slightly, flipped through the book page by page, ran his slender fingers through his hair, seemed satisfied, and said lightly, "I used to be the creative director of this magazine."

Xiao Sinuo closed his eyes and meditated, without even moving his eyebrows: "The director traveled across the sea to the forbidden island to find inspiration?"

Qiao Bai smiled nonchalantly, and did not shy away from his words: "I came in from drug trafficking. Five hundred kilograms of cocaine."

Xiao Sinuo was amazed, this person's temperament was too clean and pure, his eyes were indifferent but impeccably clear, such a person, even drug-sniffing dogs probably wouldn't be able to smell the heroin on him.

Xiao Sinuo's pure black eyes were bent with a smile, and he couldn't help feeling: "You can't judge by appearance, this is indeed the truth."

Qiao Bai curled his lower lip, sat up, put his arms on his knees and threw away the book: "Chinese proverbs are very practical."

Xiao Sinuo nodded in agreement, and asked casually, "Spanish?"

"Mexico." Qiao Bai got out of bed, washed his face by the sink, and smiled sarcastically, "The country that dominates drugs."

Xiao Sinuo raised his eyebrows, and smiled: "You don't seem like someone who likes this job very much."

"To each other." Qiao Bai turned his head and glanced at Xiao Sinuo, took a towel and wiped his face casually, and snorted lightly, "I heard that you broke the necks of six people in the Fourth Camp, one .”

The young man raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and looked back at the other party without emotion.

Qiao Bai lightly lifted the corner of his lower lip, and didn't continue the topic. He dug out a few private cans from the bed, and generously threw a can to Xiao Sinuo: "Although the food here is not bad, the meat taste is still a bit lacking. "

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