You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 115 Action in the Dark
After walking out of the prison lounge, Rodney felt a cold and oppressive air hit his face.

Accompanied by dull footsteps, he walked forward in the dark, damp, seemingly endless corridor.

If a person who is not familiar with the layout of the prison suddenly appears in such a place, it may not take long for him to be blinded by the surrounding darkness and lose his judgment of the direction.

This is also the original intention of this prison design.

It is ensured that in addition to the prison governors and jailers who need to walk back and forth through the corridors every day, any uninvited guest or prisoner trying to escape will be lost in the dark and intertwined prison passages.

After twisting left and right, and using the two keys hanging on his waist to open two heavy iron doors, Rodney couldn't help but quicken his pace.

The harsh sound of the door opening and closing could be heard far away in the relatively quiet jailer's passage.

After passing another corner, at the end of the corridor, a majestic bronze door caught Rodney's eyes.

There is a lampstand placed against the wall in front of the door, with two oil lamps embedded on it.

You can see the charred blackness left after the wall has been licked by fire for a long time.

This is a precious light source deep inside the prison.

On the side of the lampstand and in front of the gate, two jailers were guarding one on the left and one on the right.

Both of them are quite burly, the one on the left has wavy black hair, and the one on the right has short yellow hair.

The two people heard the sound of the iron door opening and closing from a distance, so they were on guard in advance.

After all, the patrolling guards came here not long ago. According to the schedule, no one should come in or out of their place in the next few hours.

Only later will the guards who deliver meals to the prisoners approach.

After recognizing that it was Rodney who was walking over, both of them were obviously relieved.

The curly black-haired jailer joked to Rodney as he approached:

"Hey, Rodney, why are you back again?"

"You don't miss the smell of that cell, do you?"

After saying that, he and the yellow-haired jailer beside him laughed wildly.

As the jailers guarding the main gate of the area, they do not have to check the cells one by one every morning and afternoon like the patrolling jailers.

It also eliminates the trouble of dealing with prisoners' excrement and vomitus.

Although in theory, the patrolling guards do not need to enter the cell, they only need to hold a light to inspect outside the cell.

But there will always be delirious poisonous insects and irritated criminals who take the initiative to throw out the filth.

If it hadn't been for the later construction of special rest rooms and washrooms for the patrolling guards, I'm afraid this position would have surpassed cell cleaning and become the most unpopular position in the entire prison.

Rodney laughed along with the two jailers.

Smiling, he approached the door.

It wasn't until the short man walked up to the two tall guards and just smiled and didn't answer the questions that the two guards reacted.

has a problem!
The yellow-haired jailer on the right frowned and asked hurriedly:
"Rodney, what are you here for?"

"The time for inspection has passed!"

Rodney raised the corners of his mouth and smiled strangely, but still didn't answer.

At this time, the uneasiness in the black curly-haired jailer on the left reached the limit, and he said:

"Okay, Rodney, stop kidding us."

"Tell me, what are you doing here?"

As the last syllable fell, the black-haired jailer suddenly rose up and rushed toward Rodney like a tiger descending from a mountain.

Obviously, he was aware of a problem and planned to take the initiative.

The jailer on the right also seized the opportunity, stepped forward with his left foot, and rushed towards Rodney's side, compressing the opponent's space for movement.

They are also familiar with Rodney and know that he is an ordinary person who has not even touched the threshold of the fine bronze level.

In contrast, they are all people who can already feel the green light that symbolizes physical strength and step into the fine bronze door with one foot.

Cooperate with each other and take down this weird Rodney first!
Faced with the sudden attack by two burly men, Rodney didn't seem to panic.

He quickly took a few steps back, and then took out the silver man-made miracle he relied on for this operation from his clothes——

Kot-200!

boom--

boom--

In the blink of an eye, two violent gunshots broke out one after another.

Violent noises echoed in the oppressive prison space.

The thick and pungent smell of gunpowder smoke spread quickly.

thump—

thump—

The bodies of the two jailers fell to the ground one after another.

Blood and broken flesh piled up and flowed in front of the bronze door leading to the special prison area.

The jailer who was the first to rush towards Rodney was shot right between the eyebrows, and his whole body lay down.

The other jailer's left half of his chest was shattered, and he fell on the wall lifeless.

They still retained the offensive attitude they had taken before death, and they did not expect that their lives would be taken away in a few moments.

Rodney didn't waste time remembering his colleagues.

He quickly put away the Kot-200, then bent down and skillfully searched through the coats of the jailers.

Sure enough, in a mezzanine, I found the door key hidden by the black-haired jailer.

Rodney was extremely familiar with the roads of the special prison area.

In other words, he is familiar with every prison area.

After all, the Chamber of Commerce carefully packaged him to be the patrol jailer, just to let him figure out the internal structure and routes of the prison in the north of the city.

After passing through the bronze door, there is a narrow and winding staircase going down.

The stairs are made of stone. Although they are not very old, through the oil lamp, you can already see the moss growing tenaciously in the gaps.

Go down the stairs and follow the corridor to the right, and you will officially arrive in the special prison area.

Unlike the other two areas in the prison, the special prison area is built underground.

Or to be more precise, it was inherited from the basement of the Zhenbei guard station during the "Talek" period when Father Earth ruled.

At that time, it was used by the guards as a venue for interrogating prisoners, and various facilities were relatively complete.

Chengbei Prison naturally wants to absorb this kind of relatively excellent predecessors' works.

Entering the prison cell, Rodney was immediately surrounded by dampness and cold.

The massive walls are made of rough and irregular stone without any decoration.

If you are careful, you can find a lot of mold and moss.

The unpleasant odor they emit makes the already polluted underground air even more uncomfortable.

The area of ​​the special prison area is not large, and there are even fewer prisoners.

At this point in time, there are only two living people left in the entire special prison area:
York Hobbs and Jared Polley.It turned out that there was also Alvin Bray, the security supervisor of Jingyu Leather Factory.

Later, the warden broke his limbs and threw him into the felon zone.

They probably found out that he was not from the Chamber of Commerce, but just a fool who got involved in the moongrass business just for profit.

Rodney walked forward for a short distance, and then stopped in front of a cell.

York didn't even stay in prison for half a month, but this short prison time had already made him haggard.

His once chubby figure became thinner, the skin on his face sagged, and he looked pale and listless.

His eyes were dull and lifeless, and deep dark circles appeared around his eyes due to lack of sleep for a long time.

The black hair is messy and draped on his forehead.

The cheekbones are prominent and the face has clear bones, showing signs of being tortured.

The chin was covered with a scraggly beard.

The prison clothes on his body were stained with dirt, food residue and dark red marks.

The sound of Rodney approaching clearly startled him.

The deputy director of Jingyu Leather Factory, who was once all-powerful in the new Tarek, looked like a twilight old man hiding from a tiger, leaning against the innermost wall of the room with his rickets.

There was only a narrow opening in the room, blocked by iron bars, that provided better than no ventilation.

The interior layout is even more crude.

There was only a hard wooden bed and a wooden bucket for excretion.

The bed was made of several damp, rotten wooden boards, covered with rough, airtight linen.

There was no mattress or blanket, so York lay on a hard surface through the endless darkness.

In addition, since the number of prisoners in the special prison area is extremely limited, so far, every prisoner entering the special prison area has been given a single room to live in.

The cell was filled with dead silence and loneliness.

Prisoners cannot hear other sounds or communicate with other people.

Time will slow down very slowly.

Come to think of it, this was probably the intention of that Ige in setting up a special prison area.

Rodney was thinking this in his mind, staring closely at York, who seemed to have lost the ability to speak. After seeing him, he just huddled in the corner of the cell and shivered.

After staying in Chengbei Prison for such a long time, Rodney had already figured out the basic rules of prison operation.

The prisoners in the petty offender area are the materials for the guards to practice their rhetoric and interrogation skills.

The prisoners in the felonious offender area are the materials for the prison guards to vent their violence and express their "yearning" for the evil god's "ethical ways".

The criminals in the special prison area are the subjects for the jailers to experiment with bizarre techniques, using methods that will not leave any traces on the surface of the body but are no less cruel than torture.

As far as he knew, this Yorke had been continuously deprived of sleep.

The jailers at the time fought repeatedly and used their fists to ensure that he stayed awake at all times.

He also regarded this as a novel and interesting thing, and set a handicap on how many days York would go crazy.

This method didn't seem to cause any wounds on his body, but it caused him to have a complete mental breakdown on the third day.

After that, he seemed to be a different person. He almost never dared to make any active noise, and he was as humble as a maggot.

Seeing this, Rodney also felt chilled in his heart, unable to imagine what he would be like if he was exposed.

How vicious is the person who came up with this kind of punishment, and how evil is Yig who controls this prison and even this entire city that pursues evil gods!
Rodney's eyes flashed with determination, and he said to York, who was still shaking:
"York Hobbs."

"Yes!" When York heard his name, his body trembled subconsciously, and he quickly answered in a weak voice.

I was afraid that if I spoke too late, I would be punished again.

"Do you know what's going to happen to you tonight?"

"Sir, I don't know." York looked at the jailer in front of him carefully, and began to worry about what kind of inhuman treatment he would suffer at night.

"you will die."

"I guess they'll tell you about it during dinner."

Rodney's calm words sent huge waves through York's already dead soul.

He didn't even notice that the jailer in front of him used the word "they", and his expression and behavior were very different from those of the usual jailers.

The only thought in my mind kept echoing.

die? ! !
die?
die.
The final arrival was so unexpected that York, who had finally gotten used to his dirty and despicable prison life, was shocked.

Fear crept into his heart, causing his numb body to regain consciousness.

Rodney struck while the iron was hot: "The City Lord's Mansion has posted notices of your execution all over the streets."

"If nothing else happens, you will be executed tonight."

At this point, York finally understood the subtext of the person in front of him.

The former high-ranking deputy director of Jingyu fell to his knees on the ground with a plop and kowtowed to Rodney outside the prison:
"Sir, help me, help me!"

He seemed familiar with the person in front of him.

Knowing that the other party is indeed a member of the extremely vicious jailer.

I just don’t know why, but this jailer seemed to have other purposes and came to see me alone.

But York couldn't care less about whether the person opposite had evil intentions at this time.

He just wanted to live.

Even if he lives like a maggot.

Besides, there was absolutely no need for the jailer to deceive himself.

After all, York is now behind bars, and even he himself doesn't know what qualifications he has to deserve the lie that will be exposed in a day and a half.

Seeing that York was so wise, Rodney nodded with satisfaction.

He was really worried that York, who had experienced a mental breakdown, would want to die, or that his mind would be so damaged that he would not be able to understand his words at all.

It seems that justice is destined to defeat evil!

Rodney was satisfied and waved his hand to York, who was kowtowing repeatedly, indicating that he could stop.

Although the distance between the guards at the main gates of various areas in the prison is generally very far, it does not mean that the sound after he uses the Kurt-200 will not be heard.

In addition, he and the other patrolling guards were talking about going to poop, so it would inevitably arouse suspicion if the time was too long.

Therefore, seeing York's cooperation, he immediately began to explain York's "methods to survive."

Although this was a requirement for the promotion mission, Rodney really believed that the information he told could save York's life.

Clapham's son-in-law and former deputy director of Jingyu Leather Factory may have other uses for the Chamber of Commerce.

Soon, Rodney finished speaking, briefly confirmed his words with York, and then disappeared into the darkness outside the cell.

He still has Jared to answer to next.

After hearing Rodney's message, York fell to the ground, raised his head and stared at the front of the cell, feeling very excited.

He is saved!

(End of this chapter)