Chapter 5 Section five

He went out anxiously, and the guard outside the door had changed from Ma Xuan to Wu Zhongda.Zeng Tong took a careful look at his face and found nothing wrong.Who would be eavesdropping on the conversation between the warden and him?The warden lived in a room at the end of a corridor, and it was unlikely that prisoners would come to this corridor except for the warden himself and the guards.The only people who could eavesdrop were the guards in these corridors.Chang Bei had only two personal guards for the warden, one was Wu Zhongda, who was leading the way now, and the other was Ma Xuan, who had been replaced by Wu Zhongda.Could it be him?Zeng Tong looked at Wu Zhongda's back. In the dim corridor, the faint light of the oil lamp made Wu Zhongda a slowly advancing shadow.

"What are you doing?" Seemingly aware that Zeng Tong had stopped unknowingly, Wu Zhongda turned around impatiently and reprimanded him. Zeng Tong kept covering up: "No, it's nothing." Putting on a smiling face: "Brother Wu, you came early?" Wu Zhongda snorted coldly, turned around and continued walking without answering.Reluctantly, Zeng Tong had no choice but to follow suit, secretly wondering what his cold snort meant.My own tentative questioning didn't yield anything, but Wu Zhongda's dark color in his heart added another layer. The warden's room was not close to Zeng Tong's single room, and Zeng Tong silently followed Wu Zhongda through the narrow corridor in the dark.Back in his room, Zeng Tong stood there obediently.So Wu Zhongda locked the door, and was about to turn around and leave, when Zeng Tong suddenly passed through the grating on the heavy wooden door—which was also a ventilation hole—and shouted out of nowhere: “Brother Ang.”

Wu Zhongda turned his head angrily, still with a dead face: "What are you doing?" Zeng Tong smiled: "It's nothing. It's so late, thank you." Wu Zhongda was stunned, an expression of not knowing what it meant flashed across his stiff face, he stared at Zeng Tong, and then walked away. The guards in the Fushan Prison all wear those old Jiefang shoes.Zeng Tong was lying on the bed, trying to distinguish Wu Zhongda's slight footsteps going away, and finally disappeared into the dark corridor like his people. What does the warden mean?Zeng Tong began to think endlessly.Someone eavesdropped on the conversation between the warden and himself, what did he think, what was wrong.But no matter what, the warden gave himself a very effective time-killing question to think about.In Fushan Prison, everything may be lacking, except time.Zeng Tong was glad that he had studied for a few more years and had considerable knowledge to analyze and think about problems.It's a great way he's found to pass the time.

Ma Xuan was the one who might eavesdrop, and then Wu Zhongda, who was so lifeless.Will it be one of them?Or are they both problematic?Wu Zhongda is mysterious and sneaky, he is probably responsible for this kind of thing, even though he didn't ask about the mistake just now and didn't find any evidence.So is Ma Xuan related?Zeng Tong recalled Ma Xuan's sneering face at the warden, and it was indescribably disgusting.Since he, the newly appointed prisoner, had a good relationship with the newly appointed warden, Ma Xuan no longer beat and scolded him in a rough and vicious way like when he was escorting him all the way.This approach made Zeng Tong quite unhappy, because it showed that it was common for guards to beat and scold prisoners.Zeng Tong once analyzed that Ma Xuan seemed to be close to the warden, but what good would it do?

But no matter what, Ma Xuan looks like a normal young man in his early twenties, full of longing and fantasies about the future, maybe he wants the warden to take him out with him when he is transferred back to the city in the future?These two guards knew the way on the Gobi, so they should be locals.It seems normal for people to go to high places. Slow down, Zeng Tong suddenly thought, it doesn't matter which of them is eavesdropping.The point is why he or they should eavesdrop.Why should they eavesdrop?Why did the warden talk to himself in that way?Is it because what the warden said is not good for them, so they are going to be bad for the warden?Since they want to be detrimental to the warden, will they be detrimental to themselves?What did the warden say?

ghost!The black ink made several crosses on the black "ghost" character.Vibrant black, full of grotesque and sinister allure.The warden's handwriting on that piece of paper flashed through Zeng Tong's mind, and his heart seemed to stop for a moment. Could it be that the Fushan Prison is haunted? A chill gushed out from Zeng Tong's chest, like an invisible cold hand caressing Zeng Tong's whole body.He shook his head again and again, trying to get rid of this terrible thought.Nonsense, this is nonsense.I am an educated person... Zeng Tong kept comforting himself, curling his body into a ball, trying to resist the chill in his chest and the invisible hand of terror.

The warden was talking about the incident five years ago.Bai Yu and their affairs.Yes, exactly.Forty-five people came five years ago, forty died, and five died abnormally, but six people claimed to have come five years ago. Wu Shiyuan probably has problems. What is his plan?What happened to the crow and Baiyu?Who killed them?Lao Shun?Ghost!There are ghosts in prison!Here they come!There they are!They are watching themselves... Night is not dark, at least in the city.The night sky of the city showed a strange scarlet color amidst the commingled noise in the distance.Zeng Tong sat on the floor, smoking a cigarette disheartened.The ash on the cigarette roll is longer than the unburned part, and a red ring is set at the junction of the burned and unburned smoke, and it is still moving backward.

A police siren sounded in the distance, and Zeng Tong paused. They came to arrest me, right?The soot-white body rolled down on the lap.The siren is getting louder and louder, from far to near, it is coming in this direction. There was a slamming brake.The police car stopped under the window.The scarlet night sky by the window is reflected by the police lights, one blue and one red, one blue and one red... There were hurried footsteps at the door.Zeng Tong turned his head to look at the door, vaguely wanting to see if the police officer who came to arrest him looked the same as he had imagined.He suddenly thought: "Aren't I already in the Hushan prison? This is a dream."

Zeng Tong opened his eyes, sure enough, it was just a dream.Being caught again in a dream is not a very good experience.However, I seemed to realize at the last moment that it was a dream.Zeng Tong remembered seeing an article in some magazine that it is impossible for a person to realize that he is dreaming in a dream.It appears that this theory has been shattered by itself. I just woke up, my head was so chaotic that it was not easy to use, and my eyes couldn't be opened very well.So Zeng Tong lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Occasionally, he could hear the faint sound of wind whistling outside the tunnel, and he couldn't feel any power through the thick soil layer. It sounded as far away as in another world.There must be no scarlet in the city at night here, right?Where did you think of?Lao Shun?

There was a sound of fine footsteps, mixed with shouts and curses.It was Ma Xuan's voice, as if he was escorting someone over.Zeng Tong listened carefully, and heard him yelling and cursing: "...Bitch! Then the cock is late and has to do something! Hurry up and go! Delay, look, what's so good about a cock?" These few words The words sound quite familiar, as if Ma Xuan escorted him cursingly when he entered the Fushan Prison. The door of a nearby room opened, and Zeng Tong heard Ma Xuan lead the prisoner in, and the clinking of the handcuffs as they were uncuffed.Ma Xuan said to the visitor: "Don't make troubles! It's good for everyone to be honest. Don't think of any fucking tricks! It's late today, and I'll see the warden tomorrow. Let's see how good you are!" After speaking, he went to the window on Zengtong's door to look around.

Zeng Tong wondered: "What's the matter? Who's here?" Ma Xuan chuckled: "New here, the warden ordered a single room for you to be your neighbor. I heard that he killed someone, please help me watch him, don't make any trouble." Zeng Tong nodded in agreement, so Ma Xuan went back to the next door, only to hear him say: "Don't move around, you saw me when you came, our Fushan Prison doesn't just come and go, even if You can go out by yourself, and you have seen the Gobi outside, so weigh it yourself. If there are any rules you don’t know, ask the neighbor next door, I will be angry when I see you being so cheap, and I don’t want to bother you.” After finishing speaking, he swung himself step by step It's gone. After coming to Fushan Prison, there was no one else who could talk to Zeng Tong except the warden.If it is said that the Hushan Prison is the most difficult thing for Zeng Tong, he will definitely not choose poor food or simple accommodation, but extreme loneliness.It was rare that a neighbor came, Zeng Tong lay on the door, looking out desperately, hoping to see the people next door talking, but he couldn't see the neighbor at all.This corridor is a short fork beside the main corridor, and it is a dead end. There are a total of four rooms on both sides.And Ma Xuan just kept the new prisoner next door to him.So no matter how hard Zeng Tong looked, he could only see the tightly closed doors of the two empty rooms opposite.Suppressing his curiosity, he waited until Ma Xuan had gone so far that he could no longer hear footsteps, Zeng Tong finally asked, "Where is brother from? What's your name?" "Hahahaha..." There was a burst of laughter from the next door, the laughter was high-pitched and intense, quite hearty and carefree.Zeng Tong was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?" The man next door ignored him, and laughed involuntarily, only to hear the empty laughter continuously hitting the dirt wall and bouncing back, deafening.He kept laughing until he was out of breath, so he gave up.Zeng Tong sighed, thinking that he was probably a lunatic, and he came to a place like Fushan Prison, where birds don't lay eggs and rabbits don't shit, what's there to be happy about?Just about to go back to sleep again, the man next door suddenly said: "Neighbor, who are you? You ask me what I did? How did you get in?" Zeng Tong asked back, "My name is Zeng Tong. What are you laughing at?" The man next door laughed: "I laughed at that guard. Damn it, it's amazing. Five people and six people are just a jailer, so arrogant. It can be seen that people are really not good things. With the smallest power I will give full play to satisfy myself. Let me introduce myself, my name is Hou Feng, the prince of the princes, the wind of the wind is not crazy, but some brothers on the road call me Hou lunatic. By the way, your name is Zeng Tong. What's the matter?" Zeng Tong really didn't talk too much about this issue, and said hastily: "Misappropriation of public funds. What about you?" Hou Feng snorted lightly, and said again: "Then you are a scholar? How much was embezzled? There must be a few million to be brought in here, right?" Zeng Tong didn't gnaw, so Hou Feng continued: "I can see that you are still a baby, I teach you to be a good boy, and don't ask questions about everything when you come in. It's not the time when the king of heaven and my mother didn't miss it , Brother, I know you very well. I asked you what you did, and you were not happy to tell me? What are you asking? People who go to a place like Falcon Mountain Prison, who the hell didn’t recite it How many lives were lost?" Although Zeng Tong was very interested in talking to the newcomer Hou Feng, he was very upset when he was robbed for no reason, so he decided to keep silent.However, Hou Feng seemed to be very interested in speaking. He ignored Zeng Tong's psychological feelings, and said to himself: "Where did you just say? Huh? Power, use the smallest power to the maximum. Who said that the Chinese Inefficient? Hehe. But having said that, the satisfaction of power is something everyone yearns for, and from this point of view, it’s understandable. It’s a pity that not everyone knows how to use it. Have you ever killed someone?” Zeng Tong was taken aback: "No." Hou Feng chuckled and said, "How could you come to this place? This prison is not prepared for pure economic criminals. Such a remote place should be the home of dangerous people. But it doesn't matter, you don't want to say Forget it. Killing, what do you think it is for?" "money?" "Bah!" Hou Feng spat out indignantly, "Is this kind of thing said? I'm not talking about the kind of behavior that corrupts the morale. Killing a person for money, house, car, or woman is really detrimental to the image. , It's really... an understatement!" "Then why kill?" "Good question! Why should you kill people? You ask this sentence, so it can be seen that you also think that people should be killed, but for what purpose. What can money do? It's nothing more than buying food and clothing. There is no essential difference between the killing of dots and animals. People should have higher spiritual pursuits, and should not stop at simple sensual enjoyment. They should have higher morality, purer art, and greater ambition. ideal...and kill." Hearing these strange talks, Zeng Tong really had nothing to say, and only heard Hou Feng's loud voice continue to echo in the empty corridor: "So, killing people for spiritual needs should be allowed, and killing people for material needs should be allowed. Killing people should be strictly prohibited, or controlled within a certain range so as not to break the rules and have a good heart. Zeng Tong, are you listening?" "Crap!" Hou Feng smiled instead of anger: "You haven't killed anyone, so naturally you can't understand how I feel. Besides, if you only kill one or two, it probably won't make a big difference. But now I don't have anything to convince me. You. As I said just now, whether murder is a crime or not depends on the purpose. It is as if one day we commit crimes, and then I betray you, so I am unjust and condemned by thousands of people. And if the two Two countries form an alliance, and then one betrays the other, so everyone will understand that this is politics. Many people in countries that betray other countries will think that their own country’s government is mature, and the leaders of the betrayed country will be betrayed by their own country. The people complained that politics is naive. Killing is the same. You go to kill soldiers of the enemy country. If you kill too much, you are a hero and if you kill too little, you are a coward. You go to avenge your relatives. What are you talking about?" "It's not much of a connection." "It seems that you already agree with the theory of the purpose of killing, but you just feel that it cannot be connected with reality? There is a great connection. Well, as I said just now, for lofty ideals and pure art is also a kind of purpose, and I think it is also very Approved purpose of killing." "I don't agree with your theory of the purpose of murder!" Zeng Tong felt that his head was getting bigger. Hou Feng said: "You are arguing, so I don't care about it. Back to our first topic, power! What is power? What is the satisfaction of power? It is a spiritual feeling that has nothing to do with material things. For Satisfying one's own desire for power, killing a person, to put it bluntly, is to satisfy one's spiritual needs. In my opinion, this is a noble purpose. But it is a pity that there are too many guys who are not in the top and do not live up to expectations. To satisfy yourself by facing others. Guns are naturally powerful tools, but this is too much. I classify all these guys who kill people with guns as unrefined and arty. If he shoots his gun, He has no fart power. In the Middle Ages, both East and West had a dueling culture. The weapons of both sides were equal and the rules were fair. The winner is naturally the killer, and the loser deserves to die. This kind of killing is very, very artistic. The killer However, this kind of murder system is too rigid, and the times are always improving, and we have to look forward. Compared with the predecessors, the current murderers are far behind. But there are still a few People who stick to the truth are tirelessly pursuing more artistic killing. You can’t understand if you haven’t killed someone. When you walk up to your prey, his eyes are terrified, his pupils are constricted, his lips are trembling, his nostrils are dilated, and his face is pale. When you are at a loss and in a cold sweat, you can experience the power. The premise is that you don’t have any powerful weapons in your hands. Killing should not depend on weapons, but on your own consciousness. Dependence on matter is nothing , when you take a pistol with ten bullets and say that I have ten lives, what else do you have if you take down your gun? You can say that I have a number of lives without taking any weapons. It is the beginning. To achieve the sublimation of art, we must find ways to study hard. How can the scene be more bloody? How can the opponent feel more fearful? How to control the scene? How to control the opponent’s resistance? How can we innovate a more cruel and beautiful way of killing? This requires the improvement of the killer's own cultivation and wisdom. These are all very worthy of research in art topics." "These are all very perverted nonsense." Zeng Tong said in a low voice, groaning secretly in his heart, why did the warden get a perverted murderer next to him? "Perverted or not is just a layman's evaluation, and it doesn't matter. You don't seem to understand the so-called interlacing like a mountain. When you use wisdom as your weapon, you will experience a greater sense of power. So That's why I laughed out loud just now, I don't think there is anything wrong with the pursuit and enjoyment of power, but just now I was treated as an object of power satisfaction by that guard. Although I bet he definitely doesn't know why he did that. It’s kind of ironic.” Zeng Tongdao: "I have a question for you. How many people have you killed? You don't have any conscience to make things difficult for you?" Hou Feng sneered twice: "Strange, why do you say that I killed someone? And why do you say that I have a conscience? Look at my hand, do you think it looks like a murderer's hand?" The window, shaking back and forth.Zeng Tong desperately pressed his face against the fence on his door and window, and could faintly see a few fingertips shaking back and forth under the oil lamp.Then he said: "I can't see clearly. But—you haven't killed anyone, so how did you get in?" Hou Feng burst into hearty laughter: "Hahahaha! You can't come in if you haven't killed someone? It turns out that this is a prison specially set up for murderers. Then, Zeng Tong, it turns out that you are also my colleague. You killed How many?" Zeng Tong was at a loss for words, and changed the subject: "So, as far as your purpose theory is concerned, as you said, if you were replaced by the other party, what would you think?" "I changed to the other party? You mean that I was killed by others? What do I think about being killed by others? I said that killing is the satisfaction of power, important spiritual pleasure and enjoyment. If you come to kill me, you know Who am I, do you still have spiritual enjoyment? You are too scared to run away in time. Who the hell is impatient to live to enjoy Lao Tzu? Besides, if I insist on dying, after all, people can only live once, which means You can only die once, so it’s better to enjoy the fear before death. After all, the opportunity is rare. When it comes to conscience, there are no people who can’t bear it. It’s just a matter of covering up the difference between good and bad. Then It's a side effect of killing." "Just a side effect?" "The esophagus becomes cancerous after eating, and the bladder still has stones after drinking water. What's so strange?" "You are a pervert!" "Nietzsche is also called a madman!" Zeng Tong fell on the bed with a thud, and decided to sleep with his head covered, ignoring this new lunatic.