The Dark King

"Okay, here's the game." The young jailer saw that there was no suspense, shrugging, throwing two pieces of cheap black bread into the cage, and said to Du Dean: "Eat, little guy."

Du Dien was relieved, just about to pick up.

The obese middle-aged man suddenly yelled, rushed past the place where he was talking, touched randomly on the ground, picked up two pieces of bread and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Shut up, shit!" the jailer youth suddenly angered and shouted.

The obese middle-aged man desperately stuffed his mouth.

"Fat pig, you are dead!" One of the jailers was enraged, took out the key, opened the cage, pulled out the torch on the cart, and severely beat on the back and head of the fat middle-aged man, regardless of where it was fatal At the place, twitching with a shy face.

The obese middle-aged man ate a pain and screamed a few times, throwing away the crumpled black bread and desperately shrinking back.

"Let you eat, let you eat!" The two jailers twitched with their torches and kicked their feet on the face and chest of the fat middle-aged man.Seeing them assaulting obese middle-aged people, the few people next to them were chilling and retreating, and did not dare to come close. In this prison, the jailer is the highest existence, controlling their life and death, and can make them worse than life.

Struck by the two jailers in succession, the obese middle-aged man screamed and wailed in pain: "Dare not dare, dare, forgiveness, lord..."

The two jailors ignored them, and after a while of kicking and kicking, they saw that the fat middle-aged man was dying in the pool of blood. Then he closed his hands, spit out two saliva on his face, and turned away from the cell.

Du Di'an looked at the bread crumbed by the fat middle-aged man on the ground. He wanted to talk to the two, but after hesitating, he said nothing, silently picked up the bitten and crumbed bread on the ground, a little bit. Eat up.

In the prison, he hadn’t eaten for six or seven days, and he was exhausted from starvation. Even the bark could be gnawed at this moment-if any.

The two jailers pushed the cart and continued to distribute food to the other cells behind them. After leaving, the two pushed the empty cart and left, laughing while walking, chatting and waiting to go to the cafeteria to order food.

The people in the cages around them heard the words "roast chicken", "steak", "foie gras" in their mouths, and they swallowed in their throats.

Everything seemed calm again.

The people in each cell ate the bread they grabbed as quickly as possible, and then chatted weakly with each other.

Talk about women, talk about the scenery outside, talk about your past scenery.

After Du Dian silently finished eating the bread, he felt that the burning hunger in his stomach had calmed down a little bit, and his body also recovered some strength. Although these two thin breads were not enough to fill his stomach, he was hungry for so many days, eating once Too much hurt his stomach, and two pieces of bread just gave him the ability to digest.

Leaning on the cage, Du Dean rested with his eyes closed, restoring strength.

The others looked at Du Dean cautiously, and then looked at the fat middle-aged man who groaned from time to time in the pool of blood. He did not dare to get close. You know, the person who was pierced with steel nails was not only Du Dean, but every criminal entered. In prison, you will enjoy the treatment here.

The only difference is that they are used to it. The steel nails have grown in the meat. As long as they avoid violent activities, they will not feel the stinging of the steel nails. This is another reason why they are difficult to siege the scarred Du Dean.

"Little guy, what did you do before, tell everyone about it." At this time, a voice came from another cage.

Some other cages immediately echoed: "Yeah, yeah, join our happy little family, you haven't reported yourself yet."

Du Dian slowly opened his eyes and glanced indifferently at these people, saying, "I'm not like you trash, I haven't sinned."

Hearing his words, there was a burst of laughter in other cages.

"Little guy, wouldn't you want to say you were wronged?"

"Haha, everyone who just came in called you just like you, but in the end, they will be happy to be integrated into this small family."

"Let me ask, who is not wronged, raise a hand."

As soon as this remark came out, other prisoners responded immediately.

Du Dian frowned slightly, and said nothing, closing his eyes.

The following people approached carefully, and when Du Dean opened his eyes to stare at them, one of them quickly smiled and said, "I didn't offend you, just to see that there is some debris." After that, he reached out tentatively to pick up A piece of bread crumb was raised from the ground, and Du Dean didn't respond, so he slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing this scene, Du Di'an suddenly realized that he was a little wasted, but he said nothing, closed his eyes halfway, and rested quietly.

At night, the two jailers pushed the cart again, and just entered the promenade. One of them said loudly: "Today, I will give you a welfare. There is a steak. Who wants it?"

Hearing his words, the cells that had been quiet were suddenly upset.

"I!"

"I want!"

"Give me, sir!"

The jailer was very satisfied when he saw such an enthusiastic response. He raised his hand and pressed down slightly. He said: "One steak, so many people want, follow the old rules, do you know how to do it?"

Hearing this, the reactions in the cells suddenly went out.

Du Dean leaned on the cage and watched silently.

I saw two of the cages, each with a humane: "I want it."

The two jailers glanced at them, and were somewhat dissatisfied: "It seems that you are both full, are these two?" After speaking, seeing no response from the cages, he sneered and said, " Then grab it."

After that, open the locks of the two cages.

One of the two cages stepped out, and one of them was the "black scar" youth who had previously said that he wanted Du Di'an.

"Dark scars, don't rob me!" Another young man walked out of the cell with a golden hair, somberly.

Black Scar sneered and said, "Each one depends on his ability!"

Du Di'an watched silently. After a few minutes, the two of them scored the victory and defeat. The win was black scars. He was punched in the face, a little red and swollen, and gasped forward: "My lord, I won."

"I know." The jailer handed out the steak.

When the black scar reached out to pick it up, let go of it in advance, and the steak fell to the ground suddenly. I saw a few rows of bite marks on the steak, obviously the leftover piece.

The jailer spit and said disgustedly: "It's getting worse and worse, and you want to eat steak. Do you think I don't know, acting on purpose?"

Black Scar's face changed slightly, and he said with a strong smile: "How dare, I wish my lord would drag him out and peel a layer of skin."

The jailer sneered and said, "Then as you wish."

The black-scared eyelids jumped slightly, but his expression remained the same.

The blonde young man who was beaten down on the ground shouted to the black scar: "Damn beast, I curse you must not die!"

After the black jail picked up the steak, he closed him in the cage, and then continued to push the cart to distribute bread to the other cages in the back. After all the bread was empty, he took the cart away, and dragged the blond young man by the way. .

When the sound of the locked door above the corridor came, the heavy air on the cells on both sides of the corridor was immediately relieved.

"These two bloody beasts!"

"Unlucky old gold."

Indignation and sighs emanated from the cages.

Du Di'an picked up four pieces of bread thrown at the door of the cage and looked back at the hungry eyes of several people in the dark behind him. He said coldly, "Who wants to come over and grab?"

Several people saw Du Dean's coherent movements when he picked up the bread. Where did he dare to grab food with him, and quickly shook his head.

One of them said flatteringly: "You will be our boss in the future, but if you have anything to say, we will follow you."

Du Di'an had sensed the law of survival in this prison, and said nothing. He broke apart the bread and ate it slowly. After eating two pieces at a time, he stuffed the remaining two pieces into his arms and prepared to eat them later in the night.

Several people looked greedy, but did not dare to step forward to snatch, only to please Du Dean.

Du Di'an was indifferent. He already understood that no rhetoric is more important than his own strength.

At this time, Du Dean noticed that the young man named'Black Scar' next to the cage, had not eaten the steak, but hid it in his arms, a gleam of longing flashed in his eyes.

Black Scar noticed Du Di'an's eyes and smiled: "Little guy, the big guys here call me Black Scar, what is your name?"

"Dean." Du Dean replied. The previous man's words saved him, so he didn't feel bad about it, but he didn't like it.

Black Scar nodded and smiled, "Are you a hunter or a trial knight? Wouldn't it be a knight of light?"

Du Dian frowned slightly and didn't answer.

Black Scar also seemed to realize that some privacy was involved, smiled, and said nothing more.

Du Di'an asked: "Why don't you eat?"

Black Scar knew what Du Dean pointed out and sighed. "Lao Jin is suffering this time. This is for him."

Du Dian knew that "Lao Jin" was the blonde young man who was dragged out. His eyes flickered slightly and said, "Are you acting?"

Black Scar looked at him for a moment, and then he nodded slightly, saying, "Yes, these miscellaneous pieces occasionally'greatly send good intentions' to give us something good, but every time we want to see us kill each other, so we all It’s okay, just play it, you don’t have to work so hard every time. After all, the injury is so worthless compared to this thing."

"Originally, this time it belonged to me, but these two miscellaneous debris harmed the old gold, so let him compensate him."

Du Dian glanced at the other cells and said, "Do others agree?"

Black Scar nodded slightly and said, "If no one is fighting, these two offal will deprive all of us of food, so we have to act."

Du Dean came down silently after hearing his words.

After more than an hour, the blond young man was dragged back by the two jailers. His body was dripping with blood and was dying. He was thrown in his cage and lying on the ground for a long time without movement.

After the two jailers left, Black Scar shouted "Old Gold" twice. When he saw that he had responded, he threw away the steak he kept, and said, "Keep it for you, eat it. It hurts you today." ."

The blond young man climbed up with the help of a few people behind him, turned around, and said hardly: "Nothing, one day I will pierce these miscellaneous ******* black scars with a sigh and shake my head.

In the blink of an eye, in the middle of the night, Du Dean finished eating the two pieces of bread, and then closed his eyes and continued to rest.

Not long after he fell asleep, he suddenly felt a very soft voice touched, and suddenly opened his eyes, and saw one of the few young people with thin stumps crept over.

Seeing Du Di'an suddenly opened his eyes, the thin young man was startled. Unexpectedly, such small movements would shock Du Di'an, and he quickly waved his hand to explain, and repeatedly apologized.

Du Dian said nothing and closed his eyes again.

The other people in the cell who had fallen asleep were awakened by this person, looked up and glanced at it, they understood what was going on, and fell asleep again.

the next day.

Du Dean felt that the pain in his body had been relieved a lot. The wound was already scarred. The steel nail at the shoulder blade was still painful. It seemed to be inflamed, and there was a slight ulcer at the wound.

However, there were no knives and first aids around, and he could only apply spittle, which played a very slight role.

The prison has two meals a day, noon and night.

Three pieces of bread were thrown at noon. Du Dean did not monopolize this time. He ate two pieces of his own and left one piece to those few people. After all, the dog would jump the wall in a hurry. wound.

Although it was just a piece of bread, those people did not fight for it, but each of them divided a small piece.

Du Dian sees this and understands that although no one here is worthy of trust, at least a tacit understanding has been established with each other. Only by this tacit understanding can they survive.

Like black scars and old gold.

Just like other people in prison.

And the result of breaking the tacit agreement is that some people will die, just like obese middle-aged people.

After Du Di'an's eye-pick and jailer's beating, the obese middle-aged man is gone and his body is seriously injured. There is no care or treatment here. The injury means that his status will drop rapidly, unless it is like Du Di'an, even if he is injured , Can also calm other people.

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I wanted to write a 6,000-word chapter. I’m afraid everyone can’t wait.