sjar Chapter 31 This prison cell is bizarre
Chapter 31 This prison cell is bizarre
"Food?" The man frowned, his gaze falling on the scattered steamed buns on the ground. In the dim light, his face was full of disgust.
The food this fatso is talking about, it can't be those rotten, cold cornbreads scattered on the ground, can it?
"That's right, we're here to deliver food. The county magistrate personally instructed us to take good care of you." Bu Yi puffed out his chest, feeling a sense of honor at being personally entrusted with this task by the county magistrate, which made him smile as he continued.
"And what about me? Sir, I haven't broken the law. Most importantly, I'm not even from your county, so why are you arresting me?"
In a nearby cell, a muscular man gripped the bars of the cell with both hands, complaining with a wronged expression.
He had only come to Pingyao County to visit relatives, but on his way back, he was arrested by officials who put a sack over his head and imprisoned in a large cell.
They've been locked up for three days and three nights, but they haven't interrogated him or released him.
The fat constable looked up and saw the man's chest, then looked up again and saw the man's neck. He simply tilted his head back to a 90-degree angle to see the man's aggrieved face.
He snorted coldly and rebuked the man, "Are you trying to teach the county magistrate how to do things?!"
Upon hearing this, the strong man's heart skipped a beat. He quickly released his grip on the cell bars, lowered his head, and stammered, "I dare not. I am just feeling wronged and don't understand why."
"Sir, please have mercy and give me a clear answer. When will you release me? I really haven't done anything wrong!"
The fat constable squinted, scrutinizing the muscular man from head to toe with difficulty, and said in an unfriendly tone, "Hmph, whether or not to release him is not up to me. The magistrate has his reasons. You'd better stay here obediently."
Most importantly, it took more than a dozen colleagues to capture him in order to put him in a sack, so there was no way we would let him go so easily.
"Ah, sirs, how could you do this???" the man cried out in grievance.
Is this imprisonment a long way off?
He slumped down, head down, and this time the fat constable could finally look him in the eye.
"Don't worry, the magistrate is busy lately. He'll be back to deal with you once he's done. Don't worry!" The fat constable couldn't help but comfort the man who was crying with grievance.
"Wow, I want to go home! I'll never complain about my mom's cooking again, and I'll stop stealing cabbages from the neighbor's field. I'll turn over a new leaf and become a pure butcher..."
The man's pent-up grievances burst forth in tears as he clung to the doorpost and wailed.
The constable picked up a steamed bun from the ground and immediately stuffed it into his mouth, successfully silencing him.
The man's name was Zhuangzhuang. He was a big, burly man, but he had a tendency to cry at the drop of a hat, wailing two or three times a day.
They're tired of hearing it.
I really don't want to hear it; I disdain listening to the filth he's done.
Zhuangzhuang blinked his innocent eyes, accusing Bu Er of being rude.
Zhuangzhuang reached out and took the cornbread out of his mouth. Looking at the slightly deformed cornbread in his hand, the grievances he had felt were somewhat eased by the fragrant cornbread.
He took a small bite of the cornbread, and the rough texture and the faint aroma of wheat and elm seeds spread in his mouth.
His eyes gleamed slightly as he chewed slowly, his thoughts drifting away.
I remember when I was a child, my family was poor, and being able to eat a simple black cornbread was a great satisfaction.
Back then, he would share food with his friends, and their laughter echoed through the fields.
He found freedom and childhood joy in eating this cornbread!
He quickened his pace and finished the elm seed bun in a few bites.
He stood up, expressionless, and extended his hand through the crack in the door, bending his palm in front of Bu Er.
Looking at the hand that was almost as big as his head, Bu Er pointed at him and cursed angrily, "You good-for-nothing!"
Despite his scolding, he still picked up five elm seed cakes from the ground and put them in his hand.
Zhuangzhuang looked at the five steamed buns in his hand, a hint of joy on his face, and he smiled as innocently as a child.
He was squatting in his cell, happily munching on his food!
"Hey, hey, hey, can you please stop smacking your lips when you eat? Didn't your mother teach you not to smack your lips when you eat???"
The father with the missing tooth roared, "This is outrageous! Fatty has one, Zhuangzhuang has one, but what about his? What about his?" He asked, "What about his?"
His eyes widened in anger, and he took off his shoes and put them in his hands. Just as he was about to smash the fat man, a hand reached out in front of him, holding the cornbread he wanted to eat.
His hand immediately loosened, and his shoe fell to the ground.
He immediately grabbed the steamed bun with both hands and glanced warily at the constable in front of him, whose lips were twitching.
She turned around, her back to him, and ate her cornbread with relish, making smacking noises.
Catching one, catching two, they picked up all the cornbread from the ground and put it in their clothes.
The cells were distributed one by one.
"Here's your share, my dear." The fat constable smiled broadly and handed two steamed buns to the man at the very back.
The phrase "deeply in love" instantly broke a man's defenses.
He gripped the railing with both hands, veins bulging on the backs of his hands, gritted his teeth, and his face was contorted with rage. "My name is Qin Shen Shen, not Qing Shen Shen! You fat bastard, come here and die!"
The fat constable was startled by Qin Shen's reaction and took two steps back, almost dropping the cornbread in his hand.
"Why are you making such a fuss? What's the difference? Aren't they both about deep affection?"
The fat constable repeated himself in a cheeky tone, looking at Qin Shen Shen with a mocking expression.
Qin felt deeply humiliated and banged her head against the wooden railing repeatedly, her previous composure completely forgotten.
Now, he's going to tear that fatso in front of him into eight pieces!
"Want some? It's delicious!" A gentle female voice pulled Qin Shen back from her delirious thoughts.
He looked up at the cell next door, where Li Doudou, the "Tofu Beauty," with her head wrapped in coarse cloth, a gentle smile emanating from her palm, stretched out her hand to him, asking if he wanted to eat the steamed bun in her palm. He was immediately mesmerized by her appearance.
"Cough-cough-"
The fat constable cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and immediately pointed angrily at Li Doudou, "Tofu Beauty, you really haven't learned your lesson. This is a prison cell, are you going to go back to your old ways? If you go crazy again, I'll lock you in the water dungeon."
Li Doudou glanced at the fat constable with tenderness, her gaze as electric as a 2000-volt high voltage, making the fat constable tremble all over.
"I can't stand you anymore, you just wait!"
The fat constable snapped out of his daze and paced back and forth in anger. Then he ran to the entrance of the cell, took down the key hanging on the wall, and rushed back.
He opened Li Doudou's door with practiced ease, startling her.
Seeing the portly constable enter, she mustered her courage and immediately approached with a seductive sway of her hips, calling out in a soft, alluring voice, "Sir~"
The fat constable was so angry that his face turned red, and he clenched his fists tightly.
The moment Li Doudou clung to him, his relentless, powerful fist struck her right in the eye, and Li Doudou collapsed with a thud, crying out, "Ah—!"
The fat constable straddled her, waving his fists powerfully while muttering curses, "I'll make you go crazy, I'll make you act like a slut, I'll make you cum!"