Chapter 68 Prison Life
The first underground prison, waiting for work.
The dark green walls release the chill that penetrates the bone marrow, and some fireflies planted on the ceiling, emitting a faint light, ensuring that the place will not be completely sunk into darkness.
All those who can be detained here will have a sentence of no more than a hundred years.
In terms of the lifespan of the God of Death, a sentence of no more than a hundred years can be regarded as a very light criminal law. Without accidents, you can basically leave alive.
Naturally, there will be no great despair in the atmosphere on this floor.
When the guards were away, conversations often rang through the cell in the corridor.
Kuroki was a little surprised at first. Are you so lively in jail?
Soon, he adapted to the atmosphere and quickly integrated into it. He felt pretty good, like participating in a software group chat.
Criminals will not tell their real names.
They call each other a room by a few rooms, and the chat content ranges from women to attacking the void, to ghosts to vain, killing techniques, or some interesting stories of nobles.
No one will tell the name of which noble family is. Everyone knows it. If you don’t understand it, just listen to the fun.
Relying on his extremely rich knowledge in some aspects, Heimu was affectionately called Teacher No. 31 by his inmates.
Today, it was not time for dinner, and the guards were not there, and the corridor was filled with prisoners talking happily.
Kuroki did not join the conversation. He would come out to drive because he was bored occasionally.
Most of the time, he is practicing vain and instant steps.
As for the slashing technique and ghost path, he originally wanted to practice it, but later he found that his slashing technique needed to be matched with gravity. Without gravity, he used a wooden knife to practice a hammer.
The ghost path cannot be used here, and it is very harmful to chant the spell but not fire it.
His choice in this cell is only vain and instant steps.
Broken Bee gave him a high-level tutorial on stealth mobile white-killing.
Unlike Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy, which is called Advanced, it is actually a basic tutorial.
This advanced tutorial records in detail many tricks that are used to play in vain, full of practical information, such as unloading force, exerting force, locking joints, etc.
He practiced for two months according to the moves in the book.
At first, he felt that there was no problem, but when he wanted to try to practice a whole set, his moves became less smooth.
Have you not practiced your posture correctly?
This question arose in his mind, while reading the advanced tutorial book, he constructed the scenes of these moves moving in his mind.
If someone helps to read it, there is no need to be such a trouble, just point it out.
Unfortunately, the people who deliver meals to prison every day are too cold and ignore their words at all.
The cell opposite him was empty again, and there were people living on the two cells on the opposite side.
It was just that in the group chat, members who only know how to dive, put aside mealtime, basically lie in bed at other times.
If you can't meet, don't expect them to help.
The Broken Bee never showed up again when she parted last time.
Xiubing, Ying, Yongyin, Captain, and Akuya didn't know what they were busy with, so they didn't come to visit the prison.
It may also be in the concept of death's time, it's nothing if you haven't seen each other for five years.
Kuroki read the book for a while, raised his hand and rubbed his brows. It was too brain-struggle. He closed the book and murmured: "Practice for a while and relax your brain in an instant."
Hu, Hu, Hu, Hu, Hu.
In a cell of less than 100 square meters, Black Wood uses his instant steps and practices how to explode extremely quickly in an instant.
The goal he set was to be able to create four shadow clones.
Heimu was immersed in practice.
The corridor outside suddenly became quiet and the door was opened.
The prisoners in the prison are very sensible and will never chat and brag when outsiders come to visit, so as not to be sentenced to extra sentence.
The laws of the Soul Realm are quite incomplete, and they all rely on the mouths of the 46th chamber of the Central Committee. They say they are guilty, which means guilty.
Whether to extend the sentence or not is entirely a matter of their mouths.
Hei Mu also stopped practicing his instant steps, quickly lay on the bed, covered himself with a quilt, and pretended to sleep to prevent others from discovering that his wooden shackle was opened.
The treatment given to him by the Broken Bee is a hidden rule and cannot be presented openly.
He didn't know what the person was, so where did he dare to reveal it.
If he is put on wooden shackles again and is implicated by Broken Bee, he will feel sorry for him.
Step on.
The sound of walking stopped, and a sweet voice came from outside the railing of the cell, "Long time no see, Black Wood."
He raised his head, and in the dim corridor, Matsumoto Ranju waved his hand and said with a bright smile: "Sleeping in broad daylight, aren't you afraid of getting fat."
Kuroki lifted the quilt, jumped out of bed, and ran over with surprise, "Are you out of jail?"
"Yes, I'm released after prison." She spread her hands and blinked playfully.
Kuroki said happily: "Congratulations on being released from prison.
I was really shocked to hear that you were sentenced to 10,000 years."
Matsumoto Ranku nodded and said, "I thought I would sit until I die. As a result, hey, the Central Forty-six Room is really beyond my imagination."
"Ahem, don't talk about this topic here."
Kuroki has been chatting with his inmates these days, but he actually doesn’t have much real feelings.
Just passing the boring time with water.
Those who can be detained here, if they are left with him, they are basically deserved.
A good person who has been wronged and miserably will not be locked up waiting for life.
The lowest is the third level of prison.
Matsumoto Rankuki did not continue to say bad things about the Central 46th Room and said, "Sorry, I'm imprisoned you to jail."
Kuroki smiled and said, "You don't need to apologize. You did nothing wrong. It's me who should apologize."
"Okay, let's not push around like this."
Matsumoto Rankuki skipped the heavy topics and waved: "Goodbye, I will come to see you when I have time."
"Remember to bring wine and the dishes should be spicy."
Kuroki made his own request that the prison dishes were hearty, but the problem was that there was no spicy at all.
He doesn't pursue the ultimate spicy food, but he won't like dishes that don't have any spicy taste.
"Yes." Matsumoto Rankuki pointed his head, turned around, and strode away from the prison.
The door closed, the silence was broken, and familiar inmates and diving inmates emerged one after another.
"So beautiful." "Good breasts" "I know her, the third seat of the 10th team, Matsumoto Rankuki." "The woman of Teacher No. 31?" "I am worthy of being a teacher, but the level is different from ours."
The messy voice made Kuroki explain, "You misunderstood. She and I are ordinary friends and have no other relationship."
"The teacher is pretending to be innocent. I said a few days ago that it was the one just now."
"I'm so envious."
...Kurogi gave up on defense. These guys didn't care about the truth at all. They were full of their own yys. No matter how much they said, it would be useless.
"Hey," he slapped his head. He was so happy just now that he forgot to ask Ranju to help him see his silly moves.
"Forget it, this is not a good place."
Kuroki abandoned this problem and continued to practice the instant step.
The underground prison cannot shine on the sunlight and the moonlight, so it is judged that it depends on three meals sooner or later.
Later, I couldn't remember even three meals very clearly and completely forgot about time.
I don’t know how long it took, but after he finished a set of vain moves, someone outside the cell said, “Hei Mu, do you want to go out early to breathe the air outside?”
Chapter completed!