"Bone, don't you really do it with us?"

The young man sitting on the bed shook his head silently, then raised his head, staring at the dark bed board as usual.

Seeing that he had this reaction again, the burly man sitting opposite him immediately spat, stopped talking, stood up and walked away. When he was passing by the youth bed, he raised his foot and kicked it. The huge force made the youth hit the wall directly.

The thin body could no longer bear the blow. A violent cough came from his throat. The young man called the bone felt that there were only bones left on his body. The moment just now, he was moaning all over his body, and he coughed twice as if he was about to spit out his internal organs.

Watching the sturdy figure that kicked his chest and walked to the other side of the cell, the young man tilted his body straight down his eyes again, perfectly covering the viciousness and hatred in his eyes.

A riot is brewing.

Gu Bin, who had recovered, panted and scanned everything in the cell. He knew that it would not take too long before the riot began. Even the person who was completely on the edge and could only act as a sandbag and jokester had received the "invitation", which only means that they had prepared enough.

Gu Bin was originally full of expectations for this action, until two days ago when he saw the "weapons" that these big brothers wanted to use, he no longer had any extravagance for such things.

It seems that the fear brought by death and imprisonment should drive anyone crazy. Gu Bin didn't know whether he was crazy or awake. Perhaps following them riot and trying to escape from prison would be an option, but after he saw the knife, fork, sharpened spoon and chopsticks secretly conveyed in the crowd, he completely dispelled his original thoughts.

A week before the last trial, in order to avoid two guys who were looking for him as boxing targets, he ran into a passage and hid around a corner for half an hour. During this time, he caught a man in a suit and tie passing by and passed by the warden, and his ears clearly captured words such as "Fifteen days, death row prisoner, volunteer, experiment, exemption from death".

Just two days ago, he walked to the court again and saw the short-haired woman standing on the plaintiff's dock, and also saw the girl standing behind crying with red and swollen eyes and a collapsed expression. The world is so wonderful. Two women, one wants to kill themselves, and the other is even willing to exchange her life with him.

All Gu Bin could do was sigh.

The execution was executed four days later, which was the only word that filled his mind after he got out of court.

He needed to make some preparations, not to deal with the gun that would fly to his own in four days, but to deal with the riot that was about to happen.

If you already know their plans, then you will soon take some measures against yourself, hoping not to do too much. However, if you go too far, it will be a word for death, and there is nothing to be scary.

A spoon with extremely sharp edges that were grinding out of the cracks of the wall and put them in the sleeves. Gu Bin lay down and kept his physical strength and energy as much as possible. Soon, his thinking sank, and in a trance, it seemed that he had embraced the bright sunshine outside.

...

When his dream was interrupted, Gu Bin clearly felt someone tied his hands and feet. Instead of pretending to be asleep, he turned his head and looked at the person who tied his hands and feet quietly.

The man who kicked him during the day seemed to be frightened by his eyes. The begging for mercy and help that should have happened did not happen, but only silence.

"Bundle it, do whatever you should do... Remember to cover my mouth too." Gu Bin reminded with kindness.

The man was shocked and did as he did. He only reacted after he finished tying it up. He kicked Gu Bin on the waist with a curse and kicked him into the bed.

Gu Bin opened the pillowcase that was blocking his mouth a little in disgust, and then continued to sleep in a discomfort position.

He knew that he would soon be unable to sleep. This prison would become like a boiling oil pan with water beads, making people crazy. I wonder if the prison riot could squeeze out his previous news hot spots. He probably wouldn't be difficult.

The noise began soon, and it began in the cell next to it and spread rapidly in all directions. Before a vigilant could react, a sharp knife penetrated into his throat, saying it was a knife, but it was just a plastic piece. However, after the plastic piece was sharpened, it could already be comparable to the blade.

It's out of control after one's turn, which means the situation in prison now.

Gu Bin's spoon had already been thrown under the bed by him. Taking advantage of a corner at the head of the bed, he successfully took out the pillowcase in his mouth, and breathed two breaths of air greedily. Listening to the gunshots that began to get up frequently outside, Gu Bin's body began to tremble, tears seeped out from the corner of his eyes, and he begged the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

After a long time, the gunshots stopped, and the sounds of crying and calling their parents disappeared, replaced by waves of conversation.

A man in a precious suit roared at the warden: "We need twenty death row prisoners, and there are still a few left now? Well? You are so capable, you are all shot dead. Can you get twenty for me?"

The warden retorted with a dark face: "All these prisoners are crazy! They have long been desperate. We must shoot. Do you know how many prison guards below me have died? Thirteen of them are all dead. Who will I explain to you!"

"I don't care who you explain to you. This is the order from your superiors. Twenty ones cannot be missing!"

The warden walked in the passage irritably, and said, "There are already sixteen now, right? Find four more for you!"

A wave of whimper came from the other side of the passage, and the warden and the middle-aged man looked at each other, both walking towards the direction where the sound came.

"The seventeenth!"

Gu Bin clearly felt that his hand had just taken out of his binding state, and a pen was stuffed into his hand. Before the pillowcase in his mouth was taken out, a face appeared in front of him, and a contract with black and white letters was handed over.

Almost without any hesitation, he picked up the pen and signed his name.

The middle-aged man seemed quite surprised by his decisiveness and obedience. The young man who was busy taking out a dirty pillowcase from his mouth and breathing heavily after signing the name seemed to be more like a dominant person. He was just sending a contract that was rightfully the one who was the boss and he was a secretary.

Shaking his head to get rid of this strange feeling, he nodded to the warden, and immediately two prison guards came over, erected Gu Bin and took him out of the cell.

...

"Have you seen the Battle Royale?"

When Gu Bin was pressed on a stool, this was the first sentence that slipped into his ears.

"Is it the movie that let a group of students go to the island to play the arena?" I wonder if the continuous stimulation made Gu Bin's brain almost numb, he replied subconsciously, with a very unnatural smile on his face.

"Pussy ngo!", the middle-aged man sitting behind the table smiled and spread his hands: "Check your personal information, Gu Bin, 22 years old, just graduated from college?", his expression was very calm, his tone was quite friendly, and his every move made people relax.

"I haven't graduated, I'm a senior." Gu Bin corrected.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said unfortunately: "Master of film, do you think about becoming a director in the future?"

Gu Bin smiled bitterly and said, "I am more interested in the screenwriter."

The man clapped his hands and smiled and said, "I think so too, but Gu Bin, your elective major is a bit interesting. Criminal psychology, law, and micro-film films. It's great... I'm here like this, won't I feel a pity?"

"It's a pity that there are still many things that have not been done, and I just handed over my life to others."

Gu Bin reached out and touched his head. His hair made him very upset. He had always felt that he would feel insecure without bangs.

"No, no, no, this is wrong." The middle-aged man turned on the desk lamp and pushed the "contract" that signed Gu Bin's life into front of him: "Now your life is in your own hands."

Gu Bin lowered his head in confusion and read the terms on the paper carefully.

After a long time, he raised his head, wondering if it was to prevent other troubles. This clause was quite concise, but it only explained a few things.

First, this clause is only applicable to death row prisoners, second, it takes effect immediately after the clause is signed, that is, all crimes are exempted after conducting an "experiment" and sufficient life support are obtained. Third, all information about this clause shall not be leaked, otherwise the consequences will be borne by yourself.

"When will the experiment start?" Gu Bin couldn't see anything anymore, so he asked.

The middle-aged man took back the clause and sighed: "Oh, talking to a person who is educated and knowledgeable is quite easy to deal with. He will not explain it for a long time like before. As a discount, what do you have to ask? Even if I ask, I can say as much as I can."

Gu Bin's eyes widened a little, and after thinking about it, he asked, "Who are you representing? How can you have the right to make such a guarantee?"

"I can't answer the previous question, but I can guarantee that these terms are absolutely valid."

"What does enough life support mean?" Gu Bin asked again.

"House, money, identity." The middle-aged man laughed: "If you think women are also one of your life supporters, then I don't mind paying for you privately."

Gu Bin breathed a sigh of relief and finally asked, "What is the experiment?"
Chapter completed!