Chapter 12 fourth quarter

"No gain!" Finally Hou Feng put down the paper in his hand and came to such a conclusion.Zeng Tong was speechless, and it took only a minute for Hou Feng to analyze the situation of the suspicious person following them in the tunnel. Why did he say that there was no gain in a flash?Zeng Tong couldn't figure it out. He only understood one thing: he couldn't deal with such a thing with his own brainpower, let alone try to analyze it.What he understands better is that regardless of his mental or physical strength, he is far from being the opponent of this Hou Feng. This Hou Feng can kill him at will like strangling an ant at any time, or, if Hou Feng wants, he can completely kill him. Play him to death.

Hou Feng stared at Zeng Tong, seeing his idiot-like bewilderment, couldn't help laughing: "What are you looking at? Isn't it nothing?" "But you just..." "Let me ask you, what is the primary purpose of our going out tonight?" "It's... what the warden said, he's being watched..." Hou Feng interrupted him: "You fucking brains, okay? Our primary purpose today is to come out to find the way! What is the way? I don't know? Why the fuck did I meet such a fool like you? Familiar with me The environment, find out the route, so that we can use it when needed. Do you understand? We have gained nothing in the matter of exploring the road today! The route we recalled is completely wrong, and has no reference value. Know What should I do now?"

Zeng Tong shook his head, Hou Feng took out the paper that recorded Zeng Tong's experience that night: "Now, I think it's time to solve your mental illness—" "Sha..." A strange voice came to the ears of the two at the same time, and they raised their heads to look at each other at the same time.The voice seemed to come from far away in the dark, and it was enough to induce the most evil associations that a person can have in the depths of his heart.Zeng Tong felt as if there was a barren well that had been abandoned for a hundred years in his heart, and the black mouth of the well opened ferociously, and a huge coldness as abundant as well water penetrated every inch of his skin.

In my imagination, it seemed to be the sound of extremely slow, extremely slow footsteps.However, if you compare the sound of people walking, you will immediately notice that there is a big difference between the two. For a long time, there was no more sound.Hou Feng slowly picked up the pen and wrote as silently as possible: "Don't make any noise, did you hear that just now?" "yes." "Have you heard it before?" "No." "Has anyone else mentioned it?" "No." Hou Feng nodded, he stood up slowly, and walked towards the air hole on the door from the side.In his field of vision, the ventilation hole was slowly getting bigger, and his own shadow blocked the light of the oil lamp inside the house, so he stood still so that his pupils could shrink slightly to adapt to the darkness of the corridor outside.Gradually, he could see clearly the corridor outside and the dark, uninhabited empty room opposite.

Hou Feng was very clear about what he was doing. Since he and Zeng Tong heard it at the same time, it meant that they heard it right, and the voice did exist.Zeng Tong has never heard of it before, and no one has mentioned it, so it means it is not an animal or a natural phenomenon.On the other hand, this shows that the voice is aimed at myself, especially at the actions of my party tonight. He took out the key, but instead of opening the door immediately, he bent down and peeped through the keyhole.But still don't see anything suspicious.There was no figure of the person he expected in the keyhole.So he gently inserted the key into the door, turned it lightly, and the lock opened with a click.

"Sha..." Another sound!Hou Feng pushed open the door suddenly, but there was no one outside. If Zeng Tong was in this situation, he would be confused and didn't know where to put his hands.A more accurate assumption is that Zeng Tong was already too frightened to move in this situation.But Hou Feng is not Zeng Tong.His eyes quickly swept around in all directions, even the top of his head.After having no target, he slowly walked towards the other side of the corridor, which was his room. There is still no one in the room, and it seems that the presence of listeners has been ruled out in the corridor.He walked on and stopped at the bend.Because Ma Xuan, who was standing guard at the junction of the corridor and another traffic corridor, was snoring evenly, which had already reached his ears.He poked his head out and observed Ma Xuan carefully.Feet are places where one's whereabouts are easily exposed, and the back of the clothes may have sand brought down by leaning against the wall... Everything is normal for Ma Xuan.

"Sha..." came again.The man did not leave!Hou Feng ran back quickly on tiptoe, but there was no sign of anyone except the pale Zeng Tong.Zeng Tong raised his hand and pointed straight to the opposite side. Hou Feng's eyes followed Zeng Tong's hand, and slowly focused on the ventilation hole on the door of the opposite room, which theoretically should be empty.He touched his waist and took out the oil lamp that he had pinched into a sharp dagger.In an instant he had decided that this was a guard.Maybe he's X, he's Y or Z, but it doesn't matter.The important thing is how to catch him without disturbing the lazy Ma Xuan at the door.This is a difficult problem.In such a short moment, Hou Feng can at least think of a dozen ways to kill the opponent silently, but it is still a new topic to pursue him alive.Even someone as strong as Hou Feng can't guarantee it 100%.

The key given to Hou Feng by the warden is the warden's own, which can open all the doors in the prison.And Zeng Tong has the backup key to open Zeng Tong's door.Hou Feng didn't know that at the same time, the warden had already decided to use his own method—a method that was only suitable for him as the warden—to deal with the monitor, and the warden should not What keys will be needed. Suddenly Hou Feng stopped trying to open the door with the key.Because he suddenly discovered that the opposite door was not locked at all!The dark brown lock was speckled with embroidery and covered with dust.The lock teeth fit into the lock body and never—and not expected to—pop out at all.But the lock had obviously been out of action for a long time.

"Squeak~~" With a tingling sound, Hou Feng gently pushed the door open.There was still nothing unusually noteworthy in the house.Hou Feng turned his head and glared at Zeng Tong angrily, but he soon came to another empty room, which was opposite to his cell.This time, the lock was intact, and the warden's key, which symbolized the warden's identity and could open all doors, came in handy. Still no one. Zeng Tong followed out, he was relieved to see no one was there.He pointed to the door and whispered, "Ma Xuan?" Hou Feng turned around angrily and shook his head, expressing that it was all right, he lowered his voice: "Didn't you say you were on the other side?"

"Not there?" "There's only your cock in there!" Zeng Tong walked into this door that he could see every day when he got up, and he didn't know how many times he looked at it.The cell inside the door is not much different from his cell except that the position of the kang has been shifted because of the need for symmetry.There were no quilts and pillows on the kang, and the yellow soil embryo was exposed. An oil lamp covered with dust and sand was hung crookedly in the corner, and there could be no lamp oil in it.It can be seen that no one has been here for a long time.In the room opposite Hou Feng, it must be the same situation.

It seemed that the suspicion of guards listening in had been dispelled.However, how to explain the voice that both of them heard clearly?Especially, when Hou Feng was at the entrance of the corridor, Zeng Tong clearly heard the voice from the empty room opposite. Hou Feng frowned and used the oil lamp to pull back the half-covered door and close it.He asked, "How many times have you heard it? That sound?" "three times." "Hmm? Hmm..." Hou Feng seemed a little confused about this question.What is this sound?or what does it mean?If Zeng Tong hadn't been terrified and dizzy, if what he wrote about his experience was true... Hou Feng shook his head and put this thought behind him.The question of where the listener went is put aside for now, and he carefully recalls the sound, what is that sound?He tried rubbing the soles of his shoes on the ground, but it wasn't right; his clothes rubbed against the wall, and it wasn't right; walking slowly, it was even more impossible, walking slowly in cloth shoes without even making a fart sound. Then, if this is the voice of the listener, if you intend to monitor them, you don't have to make any sound at all. "Sand..." It sounds rough, like the sound of cloth rubbing against the ground, but when you do it yourself, it's not like that at all.Hou Feng looked at Zeng Tong who also looked confused.He asked, "That voice, what does it sound like to you?" Zeng Tongtong: "It seems like clothes or shoes are rubbing against the ground, but it doesn't look like..." If he heard such words in the past, Hou Feng would slap him without hesitation, but now he agrees with Zeng Tong from the bottom of his heart: "I think so too, the sound is like..." He imitated it with his shoes. After a while, it was not very successful, Zeng Tong also nodded, neither of them realized that this was the first time they had reached an agreement on one thing.Zeng Tong said: "It also sounds like someone walking around, like—" "Bang——" a muffled sound spread, based on Hou Feng's experience, it was the sound of firing a small-caliber pistol.In an instant he laughed: "I don't know who has suffered. Come on, everyone go back to their houses." ... Hou Feng lit a cigarette and took a short rest.Zeng Tong also ordered one.The superintendent watched tolerantly.If the warden's face is as cold and lifeless as a statue most of the time, his sharp and flexible eyes more or less exposed his psychological activities.The absolute opposite of this stands Hou Feng.Hou Feng's expression was quite rich, full of laughter and cursing.However, Hou Feng's eyes were always empty like dead fish.If you go to the morgue and open the eyelids of any person wearing a white covering and lying on the cold hard board, you will see Hou Feng's eyes. Seeing Zeng Tong's curious questioning eyes, the warden touched the teacup: "I never smoke. The cigarettes are not mine. It has nothing to do with you." He took a sip of tea and said, "Is it possible to understand it this way: Since if the guards are watching, then there is no need to make a sound. Then it can be inferred that the listener who made the sound is not the guard?" "That's not the case," Hou Feng replied, "Anyone can keep silent. Whether it's a guard or a prisoner, everyone wears flat cloth shoes. Of course, it doesn't rule out that there may be people who have no experience. As I said just now, then The sound was not made by shoes or clothes. Did you shoot out of nowhere?" "Of course not. I heard movement outside the door. Do you remember what happened after I found Zeng Tong that day? I mean, we heard the movement and saw the back of a guard when we went out. Of course we didn't catch him in the end. .” Hou Feng categorically denied: "It's not this kind of voice. It's very strange, weird, how should I put it? It's like... like..." The warden shook his head: "Speak the same way. Whisper?" "Yes!" Hou Feng patted his thigh, "That's it! Yes, yes, that's right, I can't think of what kind of sound it is, that's right, damn it, that's it!" The room was filled with smoke, and the warden waved his hand in disgust, as if he was very dissatisfied with the practice of polluting the air and poisoning others.For a non-smoker, this is normal, especially given the lack of convective air in all the rooms at Falcon Hill Prison.But Zeng Tong felt that the warden didn't really dislike him and Hou Feng's second-hand smoke.When chatting with the warden countless times in the past, the warden always held a teacup and watched Zeng Tong smoking one after another without paying any attention.Zeng Tong felt that the warden would not be so sensitive just because there was one more person, he was using this to cover up something. Zeng Tong asked, "Director, have you heard this sound before?" The warden didn't answer this question, but asked instead: "You two, have you noticed anything weird about oil lamps?" Zeng Tong and Hou Feng shook their heads together, and the warden said: "I have heard similar sounds, but it is not the rustling sound, but the sound of oil lamps. It seems that there is no lamp oil, and the sound is made. We will discuss this issue later. Talk. Speaking of gunshots, the crows are coming, right?" "That's right, here comes the crow..." Zeng Tong stood on his toes, pressed his face against the wooden fence with air holes, and watched the crow being escorted in by two guards.They locked the crow into the cell opposite Hou Feng.Zeng Tong lamented that he was not as burly as Hou Feng, and it was not an easy task to observe with difficulty. Hou Feng sneered and looked at the ventilation holes in Crow's cell.The two guards gave a kick as usual, but unlike Ma Xuan, they chose a dull kick, and the "slap" sound was like hitting a lifeless sandbag.Hou Feng shook his head. Although he knew that it was only natural for the guards to use the prisoners to exercise their muscles and bones, it seemed that there should be better countermeasures for a crow who was so thin and weak.The crow was kinder than he had imagined, and it didn't gnaw once. After the two guards left, Crow, who was huddled neatly on the kang, stood up, and said to Hou Feng who was opposite him: "Mr. Hou, I'm here." "It's you, I thought who it was, it turned out to be a fucking acquaintance," Hou Feng said, looking at the crow's swollen face, "This world is so small—the warden arranged for you to come, right?" "Yes. Mr. Hou, may I ask why you are here?" "Oh?" Hou Feng raised his eyebrows, "How can you be sure that I won't miss? If you walk a lot at night, you will always meet three or two ghosts. Isn't that a normal thing?" The crow shook his head helplessly: "I'm sorry. The guards outside, are you alright?" "It's okay, I guarantee that he sleeps better than being buried in the ground now. Well, it's okay to tell you. I came in to make one." "Who?" "you." As if a powerful blood pump had sucked all the blood from the crow's feet, the crow's swollen face suddenly turned pale, but he quickly realized: "Mr. Hou is still so joking. Thank you for what happened last time." is you." "It doesn't matter, I only accept money, don't thank me. The one who should thank me is the person who let me serve on the road. He really appreciates my kindness. He has a broken neck and stares at the dead fish eyes with a smile. Me. By the way, I forgot to tell you last time that the dead man looked pretty good. The broken spine was inserted directly from the back. I believe it will make him develop a good habit of not lying on his back. In addition, he died very quickly. , about three hours." Zeng Tong couldn't help asking, "Who did you kill?" Hou Feng snorted coldly: "Why are you so concerned? It's not your old lady anyway." Crow said: "Are you Zeng Tong? The one with a lot of curiosity?" "Yes, it's me." "It's nothing, that time we asked Mr. Hou to clean up a scum that eats and crawls around," Crow said, "It's to clean up the door. Do you really want to escape from prison?" Before Zeng Tong could answer, Hou Feng said, "You don't want to?" Crow smiled bitterly and said: "I have lived for more than forty years in my life, and I can't count the number of prisons and detention centers I have been in. But I have never imagined that there is a prison like Falcon Mountain Prison. When you came, Do you always pass through those big Gobi and tunnels?" Hou Feng sneered and said: "It seems that the deterrent effect of Fushan Prison on criminals is not small. It can make a veteran habitual offender who started as a street thief at a few years old feel remorse. It seems that Fushan Prison should receive one. The golden signboard is right." Zeng Tong interrupted: "Hou Feng, you kill people like...is that?" "What like that? Which kind?" "That's right, what spine...what neck..." Crow and Hou Feng laughed at the same time.Hou Feng said: "What do you want to say? Am I cruel? Nonsense, if you are a pig, go to the slaughterhouse to see if there is any kindness there? The bloody organs there are very helpful for you to lose weight, maybe you will become a vegetarian , and then become immortal, doesn’t vegetarianism make people live longer? But, no, you’re wrong, I’m very merciful.” "Are you merciful?" "Of course I am very kind. Look at the people I killed, for example, the scum of Crow and his group last time," Hou Feng looked at Crow, who nodded, "That guy took away all their money, I left him a note, so he ran all the way from the northeast to Hainan Island, and then to Xinjiang, for three full months! Think about it, three months! One hundred days! Think about it, one hundred times of anxiety, Anxiety and fear, trembling, pessimism and despair. He knows that I am behind him, and he knows that I am not in a hurry to kill him. This is my style. I want to chase him until he is exhausted and has no ability to resist. When he surrenders to his fate, when his instinct for survival is exhausted, he will satisfy his desire for me to kill him quickly. You don’t know how he survived those three months It came out, but I know, I watched him every day, he lost at least twenty catties of flesh. When he finally swallowed his last breath, he left with a happy mood. " "Listen to your tone, do you like killing people very much?" "No, I don't like it at all. I have that ability and I have that yearning, but I don't like it. That kind of work makes people very bogged down in thinking. Thinking is a good thing, yes, philosophers are like that. I I can't feel the joy from killing people, and I can't even feel the sense of power and accomplishment from manipulating other people's lives. But I can personally experience and feel that life is like a fleeting moment, short and impermanent." "But if that's the case, why don't you kill us all and escape alone?" Hou Feng paused for a moment, and then said: "Didn't I tell you? It can't be that fast, people die in fear is something that even a dog that hasn't been vaccinated against rabies can do. How can my old man be so self-sufficient?" Downgrading? Of course, if you have such a strong desire, I have no reason to refuse. It is said that respect is worse than obedience——Okay, Zeng Tong, I am not interested in talking nonsense with you anymore. Lao Tzu’s eyelids are already It’s so heavy that it’s about to fall to the ground. Crow, you’re so fucking contrived to come to see me, you probably didn’t come to make friends with me and listen to me chatting nonsense. Tell me, what?” "Yes, that's it." The crow swallowed, and said: "Mr. Hou's skills, or brain power, there is nothing to say, well, since Mr. Hou is here, of course we have no reason not to be Mr. Hou. Xichen, besides, we also heard rumors that Mr. Hou probably dislikes this place, if Mr. Hou wants to go out, um..." "What? Take you with me?" The crow smiled flatteringly, "Yes, that's what it means." "Then why are you farting so much? Just tell me when Lao Hou will go out, I will come and come, let's all walk together, won't it be over?" Crow smiled and said, "How dare I, Mr. Hou is joking." "You're welcome, you're welcome," Hou Feng said, "How's the situation?" Crow shook his head and said, "Not good. Very, very bad. By the way, Bai Yu is here too." Hou Feng nodded and said: "I can read, and I have a good habit of reading newspapers and paying attention to national affairs. You caught up with the crackdown five years ago and missed together. He still doesn't deal with you? What, you want me to help you deal with him? You don't look like I'm interested in anything right now." The crow said: "No. The problem now is that everyone can't get out. There is no point in doing it here." Hou Feng yawned: "If you fart, I'm going to sleep. I haven't closed my eyes for at least thirty hours, do you know that?" "Yes, here... here..." "What's here?" "There are some things here, you just came, maybe you don't know yet." "what?" "Something unclean." As if an invisible hand covered everyone's mouths at the same time, there was an unbearable silence between the three of them.Apart from breathing and his own heartbeat, Zeng Tong didn't hear any sound.