V2.Chapter 722

When the moon was hanging in the sky, Wang Fan, carrying a whole bottle of red wine, followed Mr. Su and came to the fourth prison area of huoshao island for the first time.

The iron door was creaked open. The guard standing behind the iron door saluted Mr. Su and handed him a bunch of keys.

"Brother Jian, this way, please." Mr. Su made a please sign with a smile.

If it wasn't for Wang Fan who was still wearing the prison clothes here, it would be easy for you to mistake him for a gentleman who was very popular with politicians.

Wang Fan nodded with a cigarette in his mouth and continued to follow the commander Su, walking to the depth of the fourth prison area. His eyes looked around, looking for the trace of ghost uncle.

However, at this time, the fourth prison area was quiet and frightening, just like walking into the morgue.

In addition to the moonlight from the top of the head, there was no light in the fourth cell. Even the prison guards standing at the door of each cell looked like the paper stabbing people in front of the mourning hall. There was no anger or expression on their faces.

"Hua La"

The key chain in officer Su's hand shook. He picked out one of the keys and went to one of the cells.

The guard standing in front of the prison door saw Mr. Su walking in. He just glanced at the key in his hand and then returned to the previous state. He didn't even want to say anything.

When the cell door was opened, officer Su stood at the door and looked inside. Then he turned to Wang Fan and said, "brother Jian, I'll wait for you at the door!"

"Hard work!" Wang Fan promised, then carrying a bottle into the cell.

The cells here are not as spacious as those of brother Hao. Maybe there is no more comfortable cell on the whole burning island except for the cells of fat corpse and iron hand.

There was no light or moonlight in the narrow cell. After all, there were no windows and no lighting equipment.

In the dark corner, a rickety figure stood there. If it wasn't for the light in his eyes, you couldn't believe that he was a living man.

"Brother Hao said, you once asked him a word, kill people and set fire to the golden belt, build bridges and roads, no corpses?" Wang Fan, who was standing at the door, did not rush into the cell, but stood there and asked aloud.

"He asked you to come to me?" Asked the figure in the corner.

"Yes." Wang Fan replied.

"Why should I believe you?" The man asked again.

"Jingling"

A mass of black things were thrown on the ground. Wang Fan straightened his prison clothes and looked at the figure in the corner with a smile.

"This is the chain on his feet!" Asked the man.

"What else?" Wang Fan returned with a smile.

"What did he ask you to do with me?" The man is still standing in the corner, low voice asked.

Shaking the bottle in his hand, Wang Fan replied: "brother Hao, let me buy you a drink, and let me tell you a word."

"What's that?" The man's voice trembled.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!" Wang Fan looked at the figure in the corner and said word by word.

"Did he really say that? Really? " The man's voice was more trembling, and he asked excitedly.

"What else?" Wang Fan asked with a smile.

Under Wang Fan's gaze, the figure in the corner slowly came out. Although the light in the cell was still insufficient, his rickety body was still exposed. His pale face looked more like a sealed corpse.

"Come in, please."

Standing in the middle of the cell, the man tried to squeeze out a smile to Wang Fan.

After hearing the man say please come in, Wang Fan stepped into the cell. Without waiting for Wang Fan to speak, the man then said, "please close the door. I don't like the light."

"All right!" Wang Fan, who enters the cell, turns around and looks at the officer Su outside the door. Then he slowly closes the cell door.

The weak light could not penetrate the thick cell door. Now it was blocked outside the cell door, and the cell fell into darkness again.

"This way, please!"

The man whispered in the dark, and then came a sound of footwork. When the footwork stopped, there was a sound of knocking on the board.

Eyes slightly adapted to some dark environment, but Wang Fan still can't see clearly, he can only rely on the sound he heard, carefully walking to the man's position.

"Give me the bottle in your hand." Said the man in the dark.

"Do you like to drink to the bottle, too?" Wang Fan, who came to the man's side, raised his arm and asked with a smile.

"No, I never drink." The man took the bottle in Wang Fan's hand and answered in a low voice.

"No drinking? What do you want this bottle for? " Wang Fan some doubts ask.

"Please lie on the bed." A man's voice is light and gentle.

"Why? Damn, I'm here to deliver you wine. There's no other service. " Hear the man's words, Wang fan not from eyebrow a wrinkly, some don't understand of ask.

I've heard that men have been holding on for a long time and would prefer chrysanthemums, but Wang fan doesn't want to have his own chrysanthemums. At this time, he's thought about by anyone.

Before coming to the fourth prison area, brother Hao only said that he would invite a friend here to drink, but he didn't tell Wang Fan anything else.

And Wang Fan came to the fourth prison district this time, also want to find Guishu early, and then discuss with Guishu about leaving here.

However, everything is not as simple as Wang Fan thought. The man who didn't know his name and didn't even see his appearance clearly, what he was asked to do at this time was so strange.

"Hey, hey, little brother, don't be afraid. I want to serve you." The man said with a smile in the dark.

If you don't feel nervous, it's totally deceiving. Although Wang Fan has seen big scenes, in this dark and closed environment, facing such a mysterious person and listening to his laughter, Wang Fan still can't help beating each other.

"Is it brother Hao who wants to play tricks on me? Deliberately looking for a pervert to harm my chrysanthemum? "

Frowning, Wang Fan raised his hand and grabbed the shoulder of the man standing beside him.

"Little brother, don't delay. I don't mean anything." The man body a Shan, unexpectedly dodged Wang Fan's hand.

Wang Fan's face is full of surprise. Although his grasp just now is nothing special, the dodging skill of the other side has shown that men are not ordinary people.

"How did you escape?" Wang Fan asked.

"Little brother, I've been blind since I was a child. You can't take advantage of this environment." The man's voice returns softly.

"Blind man?" Wang Fan's mouth twitched.

When he raised his hand, he was easily dodged by a blind man, and what he said was so understated, which made him more alert to the man in front of him.