Mu Tian lay motionless, still in the same position, with one arm hanging down on the edge of the bed.
Three people stood in front of him, and the bell finished ringing.
"Whoa!"
A white light flashed.
The short, stocky man with a beard pulled out a dagger from his waist and was about to pounce.
Ozawa raised his hand to block it.
"how?"
"That way, you can win without force. Just wake him up."
"It's death anyway, what's the difference?"
"I must die with all my knowledge!"
"Maybe he is pretending to be asleep. Chinese people are good at pretending to be deceiving, so you can't believe it even if you are asleep."
"I said, let him understand why he died!"
Tonight, at this moment, the three people are the drunken and trouble-making criminals arrested by Zhang Jiayong on Julaida Road. Ozawa is now called Zhao Ada, the short and stocky man is called Qian Xiaomao, and the thin and calm man is called Qian Xiaomao.
His name is Sun Erxiao, and the document forwarded to the prison says he is Chinese and unemployed.
Sun Erxiao obviously agreed with Zhao Ada's point of view. He leaned forward and felt Mu Tian's breath. He turned his two fingers and pointed at Mu Tian's collarbone.
Mu Tian still closed his eyes, blocked the stretched out fingers with two fingers, stood up slowly, then crossed his legs on the bed, and suddenly opened his eyes.
"I want to hear how I should die."
Zhao Ada and Qian Xiaomao were shocked and took a step back.
Sun Erxiao was not so lucky. Before he could retract his fingers, his wrist was caught again.
The moment a feeling like a gunfire arose, there was a "click". Then he was hit by a punch in the chest, "Pfft!"
His whole body flew into the air, hit the iron door with a bang, and then rolled to the ground.
Mu Tian had jumped off the bed and planted his feet.
"Who dies?"
Zhao Ada remained silent, turned his head and glanced at Sun Erxiao, who was struggling to get up from the ground, and stared at Mu Tian with sharp eyes.
Then I heard the sound of "dong dong" banging on the door from outside, followed by Huang Zunzhen's wild shouting: "Here comes someone, someone is killing someone! Someone is coming quickly!"
Mu Tian knew that it was Huang Zunqi who called the police to help him, but he felt a little unhappy. He almost hit his head when he was out in the morning, and he hadn't settled the score with him yet. At this moment, it was called "murder" again. Hey, who killed?
Who doesn’t know yet.
However, there was no movement in the prison area.
The prison guards probably all slept to death.
Zhao Ada gave Qian Xiaomao a lightning-like wink, stretched out his arms, and struck directly at Mu Tian's face.
Mu Tian did not dodge, he raised his arms, grabbed Zhao Ada's upper arm, pulled it under his ribs, lowered his head and punched Zhao Ada in the face. His knee suddenly hit his chest.
Zhao Ada instantly lost his support and fell at Mu Tian's feet. The blood spurted out hotly and wet Mu Tian's pants.
Mu Tian took out his foot, pointed at the back of Zhao Ada's neck and was about to step down.
Qian Xiaomao's dagger flew up and went straight into Mu Tian's right rib.
Mu Tian grabbed the handle of the knife and knelt down on one knee, holding Zhao Ada's back.
Huang Zunyi's shouts outside have begun to sound hoarse.
There was still no movement in the prison area.
Sun Erxiao had already gotten up and was leaning against the door, panting.
Qian Xiaomao stared at the injured Mu Tian, waiting for an opportunity to snatch Zhao Ada back.
"Whoa!"
Mu Tian pulled out the dagger and threw it behind him. A black light flashed in his eyes. He suddenly stood up and kicked Zhao Ada away.
Zhao Ada rolled towards Qian Xiaomao with a loud voice.
"Ozawa-kun..."
Qian Xiaomao shouted and rushed towards Zhao Ada.
"Japanese?"
Not Cao Dehai's person during the daytime.
Mu Tian lowered his head and glanced at the wound.
The blood is still flowing.
Qian Xiaomao rushed over and said, "Jun Xiaoze, Xiao..." He was about to help Zhao Ada up.
Mu Tian grabbed him with five fingers and grabbed the back of his neck. He dug his fingers into his flesh and picked at him. He actually lifted Qian Xiaomao upside down.
Qian Xiaomao in Mutian's hand was dancing wildly, and a cry for help came out of his throat: "Asakusa, save, save, save me..."
Mutian understood that this was completely a Japanese attempt to kill him. Unfortunately, he did not know the name of the man in his hands.
The Japanese named Asakusa struggled to get up and jumped again.
Mu Tian collected the money in his hand, Amao, and then threw it down, falling in front of Asakusa or Sun Erxiao.
"Crack!"
Qian Xiaomao's neck actually sunk into his body, the top of his head collapsed, his nose was crooked and his eyes were slanted, and blood spurted out from everywhere.
"Wow!"
Sun Erxiao wailed and looked at Mu Tian in fear as if he had seen a ghost.
Mu Tian covered the wound, a blood-red light flashed in his eyes, and then he fell straight to the ground with a "gudong" sound.
A cloud of dust stirred up.
Sun Erxiao groaned, tilted his head, and passed out.
……………………
Guo Xingkai finally arrived, taking square steps.
He didn't come because of Huang Zunqi's howling, but to reveal a bet in which there was no suspense about winning or losing.
He clearly heard Huang Zunqi banging on the door and howling as a warning, because he was standing behind the nearest door.
"What are you calling for mourning? Is your father dead or your mother?" Guo Xukai hit the open observation window of A040 several times with his baton and shouted in disgust.
Huang Zun, who had his eyes fixed on the window, retreated back.
Guo Xingkai walked to door A039 on the opposite side and was about to open the door.
"Hey, has this old boy seen everything?"
He walked back to A040, hit the iron door with his baton, and turned his eyes to the observation window.
"Old Huangtou, come here!"
Huang Zunyi got up from the bed, stood three steps away from the door, and stared at the window.
"Come closer!" Guo Xingkai shouted, slamming the door again and again.
Huang Zunyi took two more steps forward.
"What did you see?"
"I didn't see anything."
"What are you howling for?"
"No, I didn't shout anything."
"Why are you leaning against the window?"
"Nothing to do. Let's get some fresh air. It's too stuffy. It's better in the corridor."
"Why is the small window open?"
"I drove it myself."
"Did you do it yourself? Be careful to increase the punishment!"
"Peterson has been here, maybe he forgot to turn it off."
"Peterson has been here? What is he here for?"
"He is the assistant to the warden. How do I know what he is doing? He seems to have come specifically to see the guy across from him. He stood at his door for a long time." Huang Zunqi mentioned this topic, which is meaningful.
Sure enough, Huang Zunzhen's words made Guo Xingkai fall into deep thought, but he didn't want Huang Zunzhen to see a trace of frustration on his face, so he closed the baffle of the small window with a bang, leaned against the door of A040, and stared at
Hold the door opposite.
There was no movement at all.
Guo Xingkai wanted to think about it: What is going on?
He lit a cigarette and took a long drag.
Three people, three fierce Japanese, against one.
There should be no suspense.
Could it be that he was killed?
If someone really died, it would be troublesome. Jiang Xinda had explained that any repairs could be made, as long as he could survive and be able to stand in court.
Daqiao Prison is the largest prison in the Far East and a model prison. Several foreign missions have visited it. Although, like all prisons, death row inmates often happen, it has never happened before such a group beating killed someone.
More importantly, Mu Tian has been in the newspapers. Everything can work without being in the newspapers. Once he is in the newspapers, he has to give an explanation to all walks of life.
The French are really talking nonsense, so what can the newspapers do? They have no guns or artillery.
"Dangdang." There was a knock on the door behind him.
"Give me a cigarette." Huang Zunqi said in a voice that he could hear without disturbing others.
Guo Xingkai was very annoyed, so he took out the bag-hard door, took a match, pulled open the iron plate, and threw it in through the small window.
"Thank you, thank you sir. Sir, I will definitely be able to turn danger into good luck." Huang Zunqi took the fireworks and said.
Guo Xingkai ignored Huang Zunyi's words at all, stepped forward and opened the door lock of a039. He pulled it.
"Gudong."
Sun Erxiao fell at his feet.
Guo Xingkai jumped up suddenly, took a step back, and stared at Sun Erxiao on the ground.
"Why is he dead? How could it be?"
Huang Zunyi in the prison caught a glimpse of Sun Erxiao rolling out on the ground opposite, and his heart still couldn't let go.
"What's going on?!" Guo Xingkai was shocked and stepped in tremblingly.
He stared wide-eyed at the two people lying in the room, his whole body trembling violently, and then with an "ouch" sound, his vision went dark and he fell to the ground.