Chapter 211

Go back... Gu Yi's pupil was in a solidified state, his hand habitually covered his covered left eye, and the excited smile on his lips turned into a bitter smile.

"Head, just tell him... One day."

When everyone went down, Xiuqi was ready to start. He looked at the ancient wing with his eyes drooping, and finally jumped into the tunnel with his lips closed without saying a word.

"Go back..." squatting down to cover the entrance of the tunnel, Gu Yi laughed at himself. He sat cross legged on the ground and felt some stubble on his chin. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Big brother." several prisoners who secretly observed here came in. They stared at the ground where they couldn't see any gaps. The expression on their faces became distorted in an instant.

"Brother, this road can lead to the outside, right?" asked the thin and tall prisoner who stopped mewen suspiciously.

"That's right." Gu Yi didn't hide it, and smiled frankly. "You can go down from here and directly lead to the Second District in the north."

Unexpectedly, Gu Yi said it so directly. They looked at each other and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"But I hope you don't have any ghost ideas in your heart." Gu Yi's smile returned to his previous arrogance and uninhibited. He stretched out his arm, hooked his tall thin neck, pulled him and walked to the hall, "especially Zhang Zhongyou."

Zhang Zhongyou's face showed an embarrassing smile of being found with little thought. He shook his head and didn't dare to make a sound.

When they went out, the prisoners standing in the hall looked at them. They either stood or sat, some were surprised, some were angry, and others were expressionless.

"Where are they?" a dark skinned prisoner came up and stared at Gu Yi fiercely. His tight muscles made him look like a leopard ready to catch prey.

Loosen Zhang Zhongyou and push him aside. Gu Yi stared at the prisoner standing in front of him with his hands around his chest and said, "let's go."

"Where have you been?"

Gu Yi Yang Mei smiled and didn't answer.

"You TM always had a way to get out of here. Unexpectedly, you kept it from us!" the green tendon on the prisoner's forehead burst up, rushed over and grabbed Gu Yi's collar.

"From you?"

The ancient wing of the collar seemed to hear a joke. Holding the prisoner's wrist, he easily pulled him aside.

His eyes were dark, sharp as a blade, which made people tremble.

The next second, seemingly at a disadvantage, he suddenly pinched the prisoner's face, threw him back and threw him to the ground.

The prisoner was obviously also a power. He instinctively protected his head and tried to fight back, but Gu Yi wouldn't give him this chance at all.

He raised his foot and stamped the prisoner's head without hesitation until there was a dull sound of broken bones at his feet. After the ground was covered with flesh and blood, he raised his foot and rubbed the ground aside.

"Tut, who did this." Gu Yi Yang Mei, reaching out and once again holding out his hand to Zhang Zhongyou, who was as dull as a wooden chicken, showed a touch of Junlang's mature smile, "this kind of violence is really aesthetic."

Everyone witnessed the atrocities of Gu Yi. They felt that their cervical spine was fixed by pushpins, and they could not move. Their hands and feet were cold. The only thing that could move all over their body was the trembling eyelids, trying to provide the last fortress for the dry eyes.

"Zhongyou, who did you say?" he raised his chin and pointed to the lying body on the ground. Gu Yi asked very gently.

Zhang Zhongyou was trembling and couldn't open his mouth at all.

Staring at the bloody prisoner on the ground, he felt his ears buzzing and his brain empty.

He was sent to this place because he killed under the jurisdiction of the northern forces. After he came here, he endured the suffering after killing all the time.

The world is wrong, but he thinks his conscience is not wrong.

But he is also a murderer. Gu Yi's ideological preparation is obviously much more advanced than him. Gu Yi now completely doesn't think that killing is a criminal thing. His trembling randomness has completely abandoned all the goodness that human beings should have.

The strong hands around his neck made Zhang Zhongyou's consciousness clearer than ever before. His Adam's apple rolled and only heard his voice seeping out of his mouth.

"I did it."

Sober consciousness symbolizes the collapse of reason. Zhang Zhongyou traded his close death for a complete ideological death.

"Smart guy." Gu Yi smiled, like a devil.

Zhang Zhongyou, who was released, sat down powerlessly on the ground and didn't seem to recover from the feeling of entering Hell just now.

Everyone present looked at the scene quietly, and their reason made them choose to give in.

In fact, it's not a shame to yield to the strong. It's just a rule.

"Yes, I have a way to leave here, and I have long planned to take you away." Gu Yi patted his hands without any dust, and smiled with his good eyes, "I miss the bloody days outside, the feeling of axe chopping on the zombies, the screams of panic, and the feeling of being watched by awed eyes."

He paused and looked around like a king patrolling the country. "Don't you miss it? Or do you want to continue to spend your next life in this quiet environment, even if the outside world is not the world we remember."

Miss?

All the people present are criminals who have killed people. Some of them may have a guilty heart, but their initial heart is still distorted and can't go back to the past.

This is why some people who go out of prison will remind themselves not to make the same mistake at the beginning, but they can always embark on the previous road under various stimuli, even if they clearly know that this road is wrong.

"I want to go out..." a thin prisoner stood up holding the railing. "I want to live freely outside!"

They can ignore the rules because no one has the right to manage them.

"I want to go out too!" many prisoners began to agree. They shouted at Gu Yi and regarded him as the center.

A few prisoners sit behind the crowd without saying a word. They wait quietly for you to look at Gu Yi and these crazy guys around. Their eyes are dead and have no emotion.

They have long lost their passion. There is no difference between staying outside and staying here.

They are complete losers. They are only willing to shrink in their own shell. They are unwilling to touch whether it is right or dark outside.