Chapter 457： prison

Fortunately, Boyle had been leading the way and didn't pay attention to the changes in his expression. Otherwise, he would have wondered how the originally wise and steady Captain Tang was like a new person.

In fact... he has never changed, but most of the time he is very sensible and he can suppress the negative emotions in his heart.

"Brother Tang, how about going down and playing with them?" Boyle walked to the pool and stopped, pointing to a pure-looking female Morris slave who was not 16 or 7 years old and said: "How about this? It is said that it is still a young child, a little smaller than yours."

"The one in our house?" Tang Fang was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, it turned out that Boyle was talking about Freya.

"It's not busy, let's visit it first, and then it's not too late for the show."

The young girl in the water stared straight into his eyes, a little curious about why the young man who was ordered by the foreman to dedicate her life was so peaceful, completely different from what the older sisters said.

He was not in a hurry at all, nor did he have that fiery gaze or cold smile.

She suddenly felt very relieved, maybe there will be a good night today, without being bruised and bruised like some sisters, even unable to get out of bed.

As a Morris slave, she knows what fate she will face, and she knows that she cannot resist, and there will be no good results in resisting, so she optimistically accepts this kind of life, because everyone around her has been repeating since she was born. He instilled a "truth" into her. Morris slave was a by-product of an experiment that should have been destroyed and abandoned. It was the empire who rescued them from the evil Federation and gave them the chance to live and the space to survive. In exchange, they should be dedicated to the empire and loyal to His Majesty the Holy Emperor.

It is a glorious and sacred thing to contribute to the empire. And there are many kinds of contributions, just like her current job, serving that man well. Then it can bring a tax to the imperial finances.

This is not sacrifice, this is dedication!

Morris slave's life is very short. So they don’t have a racial culture, and their intelligence is not high, so they can’t talk about taking history as a mirror. The education they receive is the same, so they don’t know that there is a saying called "Tell a lie a thousand times and it becomes the truth."

They lived a miserable life, but they were very satisfied. They lived a very dignified life. But very optimistic.

A whip hung over their heads.

They call it a guide.

Someone is riding on them.

They called him a great benefactor.

Someone is playing with their brothers and sisters.

They said it was patriotism and dedication.

...

Under Boyle’s leadership, Tang Fang left the hall and walked back. He did not look at the face of the girl code-named l727, even if she looked at him with curiosity, doubts, joy, and a trace. It can be called the emotion of "love".

Fools are actually easier to live happily than ordinary people, even though they are not fools.

Two people are separated by a red carpet, but they seem to be across the world.

Compared to salvation. He chose not to bother. Because the word "redemption" is very heavy, like a five-finger mountain with runes, he must first rescue himself. Then you can save others.

Of course, as to whether others need him to save, who can make it clear, the frog in the well never knows that there is an invisible shackle on his body.

Unlike Tang Fang, who was in a complicated mood, Boyle was very happy, because Tang Fang did not waste time on the female Morris slaves, but was walking quickly into the trap he set up.

He didn't know that what he was happy about was exactly what Tang Fang hoped!

"Brother Tang. You'd better prepare a little bit in advance, because the place I'll take you to is very different from other areas." Boyle stood in front of a vicious building. Said.

This is the deepest part of the backyard, and the fragrance of flowers is already inaudible. It was replaced by a somewhat weird taste.

Tang Fang knew that it was the smell of blood mixed with sweat.

Boyle knocked on the door without waiting for him to reply. There were 4 guards standing side by side inside. They couldn't see what they looked like, because they were wearing heavy power armor and they had guns in their hands-shotguns. !

Tang Fang knew that it was not used for combat, but for massacre.

Tang Lin squinted his eyes, didn't speak, just raised his toes and clicked on the ground.

"The slippers don't fit your feet," he said.

"Come in!" At this time, Boyle had already walked into the hall. Seeing that the two were still outside, he thought that Tang Fang was a little afraid to see the 4 heavily armed guards, so he explained: "Don't worry, they are all' The security personnel of the'Fallen Angels' are used to prevent certain Morris slaves from rebelling and will not use force against guests."

Tang Fang didn't say much, and stepped into the empty hall, followed by Boyle into an elevator leading to the underground.

After only a few breaths, they came to the -1 floor, and three people walked out of the elevator.

The lights in the corridor were a bit dim, and the sound of water droplets hitting the ground was heard in the distance, and the mottled stone wall formed a sharp contrast with the smooth wall above.

There was a smell of sweat in the air, a woman's sigh, and a man's panting.

Boyle looked at Tang Fang and said, "Are you sure you want to see?"

"Of course." Tang said expressionlessly, "I have already walked here, is it possible to go back?"

"Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, men always walk and see more, whether it is good or bad."

"Unexpectedly, Brother Tang is still a philosopher." Boyle said with a smile.

His tone was soothing, like a ridicule between old friends, but Tang Fang knew clearly that this was probably a veiled irony, because whether it was in the West or the East, whether it was Chinese or Indian culture, there were similarities." "Curiosity will kill a cat."

"I don't want to be a philosopher. I want to be a fisherman." Tang Fang said with a smile, "Have you heard of the story of Jiang Taigong fishing?"

Boyle shook his head blankly. He didn't know what Jiang Taigong, so naturally he couldn't understand the deep meaning of his words.

He satirized the Tang Fang X, and Master Captain is the one who is willing to suffer.

"Let's go, go ahead and have a look." Tang Fang interrupted Boyle's contemplation, and first walked to the first room from the left that showed "free" and pressed the door open button at the door.

"Huh!" The security door opened and a scene from the room appeared in front of him.

A 25- or 6-year-old woman was bound with her hands and feet fixed on a special chair. There was a ball of black stockings in his mouth.

The left side of her high-tipped legs was bare, and the right side was wearing black silk. She wanted the stockings in her mouth to be taken off from her left leg. I don't know if she put it in her mouth, or someone else did it.

Saw Tang Fang entering the door. A flash of light flashed in the woman's eyes, not hope, nor shame, but despair.

There is a tool rack beside the chair with scissors, handcuffs, red string...

"She was drugged." Tang Lin was talking, and he couldn't bear it. And a little disgusted.

"No." Boyle stepped forward, stretched out his fat hand, and gently slid his fingertips across the woman's naked inner thighs.

Her breathing became heavier, her heartbeat faster, and her throat made an itchy muffled grunt. She was enjoying it.

"Here, as long as you have money, you are God!"

"Hey!" With a sound of torn cloth, the woman's piece of cloth fell to the ground.

Tang Lin was a little surprised. Boyle, the old guy's hand strength is not bad.

"Go." Tang Fang pulled him out, because Boyle had already stuffed something in, and then there was a more fascinating "victory" grunt from the room.

"A shameless woman." Tang Lin mumbled behind.

Tang Fang shook his head. Nothing is said, sometimes the phrase "poor people must be hateful" does not apply.

The living environment determines the cognition and the three views. If a person lives in hell, his hand holding the knife must be very stable, and killing has become a part of life; if a person grows up in rich clothes, he will not understand The grief and hurt of the poor family was when he was standing on the top of the Empire State Building and overlooking the whole city, when she walked on the streets of Prague and looked at the exotic youth on the cruise ship and smiled. They would never think that some people were hiding in the alleys with tricycles full of food, and they would never think that some children had a harder way to go to school than to learn from the past.

Some people pursue ideals. It's not sad for someone to live. This is helpless.

Tang Fang thought of the girl in the front hall who was still waiting for him to return, and then offered his first time, the girl code-named l727. If she stayed here, she would live stubbornly according to the fate arranged for them by His Majesty the Holy Emperor. , The woman in the house just now is a portrayal of her future.

Boyle walked out of the room and washed his hands. They were clean.

Tang Fang ignored him and opened another room. There were two impeccable women with their hands **** with ropes. They were hung from a small hydraulic platform. Whether they were hanging in the air or on the ground depends on the man's hobby.

Seeing the safety door opened, the two women twisted their waists and legs, and threw a look at Tang Fang that was not so charming, but seductive, and Qiao Shengsheng said, "Brother, come in..."

Tang Fang didn't move. Boyle who entered, he picked up the whip in the corner and threw it mercilessly on the woman named Tang Fang's "Brother", and then exchanged for an exclamation that seemed comfortable and painful.

The welt was red, just like her face.

Tang Fang turned and went out and continued to open another room. This time, the scene before him surprised him, because unlike the previous two times, the chair was tied to a man, a man with full body muscles.

He wears a blindfold and a special **** leather suit, with a mouth plug tied to his mouth, his feet are fixed to the two legs of the chair, and there is a tail about a foot below the chair.

He should have heard the door opening, and the man shook his body vigorously, groaning in his mouth.

Tang Fang withdrew his feet from the room without waiting for Boyle to come over, his face was a little pale, and Tang Lin was the same.

Boyle was a little curious. He opened the door and took a look at the situation in the room. He laughed like a drake in his throat, and said, "Couldn't it be that Brother Tang thought this place was only for male guests? Take a step back, even if it's all male guests. Some people like this tune."

Tang Fang sighed and said nothing.

"I said, here, as long as you have money, there is nothing you can't do. Alkasi is a tourist city. The most important thing is to make guests happy and relax..." After speaking, Boyle walked to In front of the elevator leading to the second floor: "Next you will see a more impactful picture."

He walked into the elevator and didn't ask Tang Fang if he wanted to keep watching.

He actually wanted to get in front of Tang and said with a smile, "Being a philosopher requires a price."

Tang Fang took a deep breath and led Tang Lin into the elevator.

The door closed slowly, and a slight vibration came from under his feet, not much effort. With a soft noise, the door opened, and several people walked out with their feet.

The -2 layer is completely different from the -1 layer. The -1 floor is like a medieval lunatic asylum, with dim lights. The stone walls are mottled, there are strands that make people feel heart-wrenched, wanting to vent the feeling of depression, but the -2 floor is completely different, as if it suddenly came to the future from the Middle Ages.

The entire floor is a room, whether it is the floor, walls, or ceiling, it emits dazzling light, illuminating the entire space.

The room is very spacious. It is more than 30 meters high, and countless lattice-like rooms are suspended in the air, and slowly rotate around a fixed track.

This scene is very sci-fi and lively. However, on the contrary, there is a strong smell of blood in the air, which overflows from the lattice-like rooms.

Through the transparent walls of the lattice room, you can see people living inside.

Of course, the word "living" is not particular, they may be **** by ropes. Or it is fixed on a pile, or it is hung in the air.

These people are men and women, but all naked without exception. Some people still have bruises, bruises, or even sword wounds.

"Well, it's not bad," Boyle said, walking toward the crystal channel that snakes upwards and spirals around the room.

It turned out that the seemingly bright lattice rooms were just prison cells, and Tang Fang's expression was a bit gloomy, and he followed him silently.

Boyle stopped at the entrance of the Crystal Passage and transferred a floating platform through the control terminal. Go up first and wave to the two. Motion them to come up.

Perhaps seeing Tang Fang's expression a little gloomy, he shrugged his shoulders. Explained: "The Morris slaves in these cells are all guys who have hurt guests, or have a mental breakdown, and are not worthy of your sympathy."

"I have no sympathy for them." Tang Fang said coldly, "Also, I don't need to teach you how to think about it."

Boyle shrugged again: "Okay, okay, okay, let me be nosy."

The magnetic system under the crystal channel lights up one forward arrow indicator light, and the platform slides upward along the track.

Tang Fang took the opportunity to look at the checkered cells, 70% of which were only prisoners, and about 30% of the cells had decently dressed normal people in addition to prisoners.

They either waved their fists and smashed them on the faces of the prisoners, or held clubs and whips, slapped and beaten violently, venting the depression deep in their hearts due to the backlog of life and work.

Living in this world is very tiring. People must always learn to reduce stress and build happiness on the suffering of others without worrying about retribution. This is the fastest and most addictive.

As a civilized person, you may resist this behavior at first, but once you take the first step, most people will taste the sweetness, and even arouse the wildness in your heart and indulge in this way.

In the eyes of Tang Fang and Tang Lin, this is an evil way, but in their eyes, this is just a bargain, a way of decompression in exchange for money. These prisoners are no different from the call girls outside.

Like historical enterprises such as glass factories, cement factories, and electroplating factories, don't capitalists also base their interests on the physical harm to workers?

Working in such a harsh environment, after a long time, it is easy to suffer from chronic diseases, step by step to death, and here, for Morrisnu, what is the mere trauma of the skin? Their physical fitness is very good, and within three or five days, they will recover.

Therefore, more and more people believe that this is a special service, nothing more.

At the end of the Crystal Passage is a platform suspended at an altitude of 20 meters, on which some passengers, three or five "fallen angels" staff, and several security soldiers with live ammunition are patrolling back and forth in the corner to prevent something special. Happening.

Boyle manipulated the magnetic levitation equipment to stop at the edge of the platform, and the three people stepped down one after another to the front of the center console.

The staff of the "Fallen Angels" are manipulating electronic equipment without distraction. In front of them is a huge array of displays, recording the images of each cell and the health index of the prisoners.

"It's a pity that time doesn't allow. If it's some special festivals, you will see the prisoners provide additional activities, such as death races and unarmed beasts."

Boyle explained with his hands on his back as he walked.

Tang Fang remained silent, staring at the screen on the monitor array without blinking.

The room is very big, but very stuffy, there is no refreshing wind, no fragrance of vegetation, only the faint smell of blood in the air, and the dull hum of the large exhaust fan He pointed to a monitor The man wrapped in white cloth on his upper body and fixed in the medical cabinet like a mummy asked, "What's the situation?"

A 40-year-old woman looked back at him and did not speak. Boyle came from the side, stood side by side with him, and said calmly: "Do you have an enemy?"

"Yes." Tang Fang said, "A lot..."

"But for the average person, there are not many people who can hate in their lives. Some of them can be dissipated, some not only cannot be dissipated, but may run through the whole life. When the hatred accumulates and you have no ability to vent, you What will it do?"

Tang Fang understood it all at once.

"How much are they worth?" he asked.

"It's not expensive, it's only about 50,000 stars on average. Of course, this does not include surgery fees, nutrition fees, nursing fees, etc.... But if you are, you can enjoy a discount." (To be continued)

ps: Thanks for the reward from the mirror~~