Chapter 457 Prison

Fortunately, Boyle was always leading the way and did not pay attention to the changes in his expression. Otherwise, he would have wondered why Captain Tang, who was originally wise and prudent, seemed to be a different person.

In fact...he has never changed, but most of the time he is very rational and very good at suppressing negative emotions in his heart.

"Brother Tang, how about going down to play with them?" Boyle stopped by the pool, pointed to a pure-looking female Morris Slave who was only 16 or 7 years old, and said, "How about this one? It is said that he is still a baby, younger than the one in your family."

"The one from our family?" Tang Fang was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, it turned out that Boyle was talking about Freya.

"It's not busy, it's not too late to visit first and then talk about the show."

The girl in the water stared straight into his eyes, a little curious as to why the young man whom the foreman ordered her to devote himself to was so calm, which was completely different from what the older sisters said.

He was not in a hurry, nor did he have that fiery gaze, or a cold smile.

She suddenly felt very relieved, maybe today will have a good night, and she doesn't have to be so bruised like some sisters that they can't even get out of bed.

As a Morris slave, she knew what fate she would face, and knew that she could not resist, and resistance would not lead to good results, so she accepted this kind of life optimistically, because everyone around her has been repeating herself since she was born. She instilled a "truth" into her. The Morris slaves were a by-product of an experiment. They should have been destroyed and discarded. In exchange, they should dedicate their lives to the empire and be loyal to His Majesty the Holy Emperor.

It is a glorious and sacred thing to contribute to the empire. And there are many kinds of contributions, just like her current job, serving that man well. Then it can bring a tax to the imperial treasury.

This is not sacrifice, this is dedication!

Morrison's life was short. So they have no ethnic culture, their intelligence is not high, so they can't talk about learning from history, and the education they receive is the same, so they don't know the saying that "a lie told a thousand times becomes the truth."

They live miserably, yet contentedly, without dignity. But very optimistic.

There are whips hanging over their heads.

They call it wizard.

Someone is riding on them.

They called him the Great Benefactor.

Someone is playing with their siblings.

They say it is patriotism and dedication.

...

Tang Fang left the hall under the leadership of Boyle and walked back. He did not look at the face of the girl code-named l727, even though she looked at him with curiosity, doubt, joy, and a hint of It may be called the emotion of "admiration".

Fools are actually more likely to be happy than ordinary people, even though they are not fools.

The two people are separated by a distance of a red carpet, but it seems that there is a world sideways.

than redemption. He chose not to bother. Because the word "salvation" is very heavy, like Wuzhishan with runes on it, he must first save himself. Then you can save others.

Of course, who can tell whether others need his rescue or not. The frog in the well never knows that there is an invisible shackle on his body.

Unlike Tang Fang, who was in a complicated mood, Boyle was very happy, because Tang Fang didn't waste time on those female Morris slaves, but was walking quickly into the trap he set.

He didn't know that what he was happy with was exactly what Tang Fang wanted!

"Brother Tang. You'd better be mentally prepared in advance, because the place I'll take you to next is very different from other areas." Boyle stood in front of a building with a somewhat hideous shape. Said.

This is the deepest part of the backyard, and the fragrance of flowers has faded away. In its place was a slightly weird smell.

Tang Fang knew that it was the smell of blood mixed with sweat.

Boyle knocked on the door without waiting for him to reply. There were 4 guards standing side by side inside. They couldn't see what they looked like because they were wearing heavy power armor and had guns---shotguns in their hands. !

Tang Fang knew that it was not used for fighting, but for slaughter.

Tang Lin squinted his eyes, didn't speak, just raised his toes and tapped the ground a few times.

"The slippers don't fit well," he said.

"Come in!" At this time, Boyle had already walked into the hall, seeing the two of them still outside the door, thinking that Tang Fang was a little scared seeing the four armed guards, so he explained: "Don't worry, they are all' Fallen Angel's security personnel are used to prevent some Morris slaves from rebelling, and they will not use force against the guests."

Tang Fang didn't say much, walked into the empty hall, and followed Boyle into an elevator leading to the underground.

It took only a few breaths before and after to reach the -1 floor, and 3 people walked out of the elevator.

The lights in the corridor were a bit dim, and the sound of water droplets hitting the ground could be heard in the distance. The mottled stone wall was in stark contrast to the smooth wall above.

There was a smell of sweat in the air, a woman's muffled groan, and a man's heavy panting.

Boyle looked at Tang Fang and said, "Are you sure you want to see it?"

"Of course." Tang Fang said expressionlessly, "I've already come here, so why not go back?"

"Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, a man always walks and reads more, no matter it is good or bad."

"I didn't expect Brother Tang to be a philosopher." Boyle said with a smile.

His tone was very soothing, as if teasing among old friends, but Tang Fang knew very well that this was probably a subtle irony, because no matter in the West or the East, whether it is Chinese culture or Indian culture, there are similar " Curiosity killed the cat" is a famous saying.

"I don't want to be a philosopher, I want to be a fisherman." Tang Fang said with a smile: "Have you heard the story about Mr. Jiang's fishing?"

Boyer shook his head blankly. He didn't know Mr. Jiang, so he couldn't understand the deep meaning of his words.

He satirized Tang Fang's pretentiousness, and the captain is not the master who is willing to suffer.

"Let's go, let's go to the front." Tang Fang interrupted Boyle's meditation, and went to the first room from the left that said "free", and pressed the door open button.

"Shua!" The security door opened, and the scene of the room appeared in front of him.

A 25- to 6-year-old woman was tied hands and feet and fixed on a special chair. A ball of black stockings was stuffed in his mouth.

The left leg of her high-standing legs was bare, and the right leg was dressed in black silk. It seemed that the ball of stockings in her mouth had been taken off her left leg. I just don't know if she stuffed it into her mouth herself, or if someone else did it for her.

I saw Tang Fang enter the door. A light flashed in the woman's eyes, not hope, nor shame, but delusion.

Next to the chair is a tool rack with scissors, handcuffs, red rope...

"She must have been drugged." It was Tang Lin who spoke, and he couldn't bear it. And some disgust.

"No." Boyle stepped forward, stretched out his plump hand, and gently slid his fingertips across the woman's bare inner thigh.

Her breathing became heavier, her heart beat faster, and there was an itchy murmur in her throat. It could be seen that she was enjoying it.

"Here, as long as you have money, you are God!"

"Hey!" There was a sound of cloth being torn, and the woman's shy cloth fell to the ground.

Tang Lin was a little surprised. The old guy Boyle's hand strength is not bad.

"Let's go." Tang Fang pulled him to go outside, because Boyer had already stuffed something in, and then there was a more attractive "Sheng" hum in the room.

"Shameless woman." Tang Lin muttered from behind.

Tang Fang shook his head. Without saying anything, sometimes the adage "a poor man must be hated" doesn't apply.

The living environment determines cognition and three views. If a person lives in hell, his hand with the knife must be steady, and killing has become a part of life; if a person grows up in rich clothes, he will not understand The sadness and sorrow of the poor, when he was standing on the top of the Empire State Building overlooking the whole city, when she was walking on the streets of Prague and looking at the smiling foreign youths playing the piano on the cruise ship. They would not have thought that some people were pushing tricycles full of food to hide in the deep alleys, and they would not have thought that some children's way to school was more difficult than learning scriptures.

Some people pursue ideals. It's not sad that someone lives for life. This is very helpless.

Tang Fang thought of the girl in the front hall who was still waiting for him to go back, and then gave her first time, the girl code-named l727. If she stayed here and lived tenaciously according to the fate arranged for them by His Majesty the Holy Emperor, she wanted to come , the woman in that room just now is the portrayal of her future.

Boyle came out of the room, washed his hands, and they were clean.

Tang Fang ignored him, and opened another room. Inside, there were two naked women, their hands tied with ropes, and they were hung on a small hydraulic platform. It depended on the man's preference whether to let them hang in the air or keep their feet on the ground.

Seeing the security door open, the two women twisted their waists and legs, and threw Tang Fang a seductive look rather than a charming look, and said charmingly, "Brother, come in..."

Tang Fang didn't move, and Boyle, who entered, picked up the whip in the corner, and mercilessly whipped the woman named Tang Fang's "brother", and then he let out an exclamation that seemed comfortable and painful.

The welts were red, like her face.

Tang Fang turned and went out, and continued to open another room. This time he was a little surprised by the scene in front of him, because it was different from the previous two times. The chair was tied to a man, a man with muscular body.

He was wearing an eye patch, a special sexy leather jacket, a gag in his mouth, his feet were fixed on the two legs of the chair, and there was a tail about a foot hanging from the chair.

It should have heard the sound of the door opening, the man shook his body vigorously and hummed.

Tang Fang withdrew his feet from the room without waiting for Boyle to come over. His face was a little pale, and so was Tang Lin.

Boyle was a little curious. He opened the door and took a look at the situation in the room. He let out two laughs like a duck, and said, "Could it be that Brother Tang thinks that only male guests are served here? Taking a step back, even if they are all male guests." , Bao Buqi also has some people who like this tune.”

Tang Fang sighed and said nothing.

"As I said, here, as long as you have money, there is nothing you can't do. 'Arcassie' is a tourist city, and the most important thing is to make the guests happy and relaxed..." After finishing speaking, Boyle went to In front of the elevator leading to the -2 floor: "Next you will see a more impactful picture."

He walked into the elevator room without asking Tang Fang if he wanted to continue reading.

He actually wanted to get close to Tang Fang, and said with a smile, "Being a philosopher requires paying a price."

Tang Fang took a deep breath and led Tang Lin into the elevator.

The door closed slowly, and there was a slight vibration under the feet, which didn't take much effort. With a soft sound, the door opened, and several people stepped out.

The -2 layer is completely different from the -1 layer. The -1st floor is like a medieval madhouse with dim lights. The stone walls are mottled, which makes people feel stuffy and wants to vent their inner depression, while the -2 floor is completely different, as if they have come from the Middle Ages to the future.

The entire floor is a room, whether it's the floor, the walls, or the ceiling, they all emit bright light, illuminating the entire space brightly.

The room is spacious. It is more than 30 meters high, and countless lattice-like rooms are suspended in the air, and slowly rotate around the fixed orbit.

This scene is very sci-fi and bright, but on the contrary, there is a strong smell of blood in the air, which overflows from the grid-like rooms.

Through the transparent walls of the latticed room, it is possible to see that it is inhabited.

Of course, the word "living" is very loose, and they may be tied up with ropes. Or be fixed on the pile, or be hung in the air.

These people were both male and female, but without exception, they were all naked. Some of them had bruises, bruises, or even sword wounds on their bodies.

"How about it, isn't it bad?" Boyle said as he walked towards the crystal passage that wound upwards and spiraled around the entire room.

It turned out that those seemingly bright grid rooms were just prison cells. Tang Fang's expression was a little gloomy, and he followed behind him without saying a word.

Boyle stopped at the entrance of the crystal passage, and called a suspended platform through the control terminal. Go up first and wave to the two of them. Signal them to come up.

Perhaps seeing Tang Fang's gloomy face, he shrugged his shoulders. Explained: "The Morris slaves in these cells are all guys who have hurt the guests, or have a mental breakdown and go crazy, and they don't deserve your sympathy."

"I don't sympathize with them." Tang Fang said with a cold face: "Also, I don't need you to teach me how to think."

Boyle shrugged again: "Okay, okay, okay, let me meddle in my own business."

The magnetic system under the crystal channel lights up one by one forward arrow indicators, and the platform slides upward along the track.

Tang Fang took the opportunity to look at the square cells, 70% of which had only prisoners, and about 30% of the cells contained well-dressed normal people besides prisoners.

They either waved their fists and smashed the prisoners' faces, or held sticks and long whips, and violently whipped and beat them, venting the depression deep in their hearts due to the backlog of life and work.

Living in this world is very tiring. People must always learn how to reduce stress and base their happiness on the pain of others without worrying about retaliation. This is the fastest and most addictive method.

As a civilized person, you may be very resistant to this behavior at the beginning, but once you take the first step, most people will taste the sweetness, and even inspire the wildness in their hearts to indulge in this way.

In the eyes of Tang Fang and Tang Lin, this is an evil way, but in their view, this is just a deal, a way of decompression in exchange for money. These prisoners are no different from the call girls outside.

Just like those glass factories, cement factories, electroplating factories and other enterprises in history, didn’t capitalists also base their interests on physical harm to workers?

Working in such a harsh environment, it is easy to suffer from chronic diseases for a long time, and it will lead to death step by step. Here, for Morrison, what is a mere trauma? Their physical fitness is very good, and they will return to their original state in three to five days.

Therefore, more and more people think that this is a special service, nothing more.

At the end of the crystal channel is a platform suspended at an altitude of 20 meters, on which there are some passengers, three or five "Fallen Angels" staff members, and a few security soldiers with live ammunition patrolling back and forth in the corner to prevent any special incidents. Condition.

Boyle manipulated the magnetic levitation equipment to stop at the edge of the platform, and the three of them stepped down one after another and came to the front of the central console.

The staff of the "Fallen Angels" are concentrating on manipulating the electronic equipment. In front of them is a huge array of monitors, recording the images in each cell and the health index of the prisoners.

"It's a pity that time doesn't allow it. If it's some special festival, you'll see the prisoners provide additional activities, such as death races, unarmed beasts and the like."

Boyle explained as he walked with his hands behind his back.

Tang Fang remained silent, staring at the screen on the monitor array without blinking.

The room was large, but it was stuffy. There was no refreshing wind, nor the fragrance of plants and trees. There was only a faint smell of blood in the air, and the dull hum of the large exhaust fan.

He pointed to a monitor wrapped in a white cloth and fixed in a medical cabinet like a mummy and asked, "What's going on?"

A 40-year-old woman looked back at him without saying a word. Boyle walked over and stood side by side with him, and said calmly, "Do you have any enemies?"

"Yes." Tang Fang said, "Many..."

"But for ordinary people, there are not many people who can be hated in a lifetime. Some of them can dissipate, and some not only cannot dissipate, but may last throughout life. When hatred accumulates and you have no ability to vent, you What will you do?"

Tang Fang understood immediately.

"How much are they worth?" he asked.

"It's not expensive. On average, it's only about 50,000 star coins. Of course, this doesn't include surgery fees, nutrition fees, nursing fees, etc... But if you are, you can enjoy a discount." (To be continued)

ps: Thank you Mirror Li for your reward~~