1-Visitor From the Black Courtyard

[World loading...]

[Background tips:

Kyushu, which was reborn from the flames of war in the past, has not ushered in long-term peace.

The wounds have not yet been healed, and wars have begun again.

The spiritual energy has revived, and foreign lands have come. Anyone over the age of sixteen, regardless of gender or race, should be called up for military service. ]

Si Qingyan suddenly appeared in a small iron cage, and his condition was not good. There were about eleven bone fractures, three fractures, and two gunshot wounds. There was a sore numbness on his back, and the remaining medicine was still working.

This was the reincarnation that best matched him. From the remaining memories, this was an experimental body created by an illegal research institute. After losing control, it destroyed the entire research institute and became a high-risk suspect of the Kyushu Alliance. He was taken to the largest prison in Kyushu - Hei Ting.

Even sixteen-year-old men and women could not escape military service, and the death row prisoners in Hei Ting were no exception. What awaited them was the front line of the battlefield.

But every death row prisoner could not be sent directly, otherwise he would come back to kill his own people. First, he had to receive re-education in Hei Ting.

It is easy to imagine the means of Hei Ting, which can turn a group of death row prisoners who have killed countless people and lost their nature into soldiers who follow orders on the battlefield.

If Si Qingyan came earlier, it would be very convenient to escape directly from the research institute. Now his personal information has been loaded into the information system of the entire Jiuzhou, bound to genes, and even a hair loss can be detected as a death row prisoner of Hei Ting.

Now that he can escape, it will definitely cause a steady stream of pursuit. If he is bombarded by hot weapons twice, this body will be gone. This is the proof of his actions in this world.

The next life order resurrected him, not to let him roam around in the new world and commit crimes. It is better to accept labor reform honestly, which is also a rare experience. Maybe he can be a salted fish in Hei Ting and start a retirement life.

Si Qingyan lay quietly in the iron cage and was sent to the gate of Hei Ting.

This iron cage is not a simple iron cage. It is connected to high voltage electricity inside. If it is damaged a little, it will be automatically activated.

There is a special magnetic field outside the entire Hei Ting, and spiritual power and other energies are expelled. Even if it is a dragon, it has to coil after entering.

Death row prisoners have no rights and are easier to reform in a seriously injured state.

Si Qingyan did not receive any special treatment, and a black number was branded on the back of his hand - 188. Then he was sent to the dormitory and received two sets of prison uniforms and a set of daily necessities. White short-sleeved shirts, black trousers, slender and loose, of good quality.

The dormitory room for four people was clean and tidy, and the quilts were neatly made of tofu blocks, just like a model military camp.

His roommates were not there.

Si Qingyan went into the bathroom, which was still clean and had no monitoring facilities.

He took off his shirt, with two gunshot wounds, one in the left chest, almost fatal, and one in the abdomen, injuring the lungs. The wound had grown almost all the way, and had scabbed over. The bullet was still in the body, and it hurt. Si Qingyan tore open the wound and squeezed out the bullet inside.

The metal bullet fell on the washbasin with a crisp sound.

The black and gold bullet head was very hard and still intact. It was a new type of weapon unique to this world after mutation - the psychic bullet.

The original storage space was shattered, and Si Qingyan opened a new one and put the two bullets in it. Looking at the empty space, Si Qingyan felt a dull pain in his heart.

Set a small goal in the future to fill this space.

Although there is no spiritual power in the Black Court, the body's own recovery ability is also greatly reduced, but it is not comparable to ordinary people.

Such a serious injury, if it is in the outside world, it can absorb spiritual power and it will be cured in about a week. In the Black Court, it will take at least half a month. If you don't fight with others.

After taking a shower and changing into new clothes, Si Qingyan wiped the mist on the mirror with the original tattered clothes.

His long hair is still dripping, his eyebrows are like distant mountains, his eyes are like morning stars, and he is born with a good appearance, which is three or four points similar to his real appearance. In the future, he will continue to get closer to his original appearance. He lost too much blood along the way, his face was a little pale, his lips were bloodless, and he looked even more lonely and cold. Those eyes seemed to have condensed thousands of years of black ice, which has never melted. The vitality and emotions that a living person should have, can't be found in him.

Si Qingyan frowned, and the whole person instantly became lively. Just a little colder, the previous inhuman feeling dissipated a lot.

[Background continues to load...]

[From the 19th century to the 20th century, most of the buildings left by humans were vulnerable to the might of nature. High-rise buildings collapsed, rivers changed course, bridges collapsed, countless people died, and new buildings rose again. Survivors awakened strange abilities, and strange beasts in myths appeared in the mountains and fields. The wheel of technology rolled forward...

This is an era of reconstruction and the beginning of the renewal of all things. ]

[The system only provides auxiliary functions, the host is free to develop the main line]

In the Black Court, all prisoners are doing their daily work.

They have tasks.

How to eat every day depends on the points earned by the tasks. If you are sneaky, you can't even afford to eat steamed buns with pickles.

The working hours are from 7 am to 12 pm, from 2 pm to 6 pm, and from 7 pm to 10 pm. It was afternoon when Si Qingyan came in, and it was soon time for dinner. Si Qingyan didn't use the points to eat dinner, she just lay on the bed and closed her eyes to rest.

"Today's imprisoned people are No. 10312, No. 1772, and No. 188."

The big screen at the front of the cafeteria flashed the photos corresponding to the numbers, as well as the dormitory numbers, and the last moment caused a sensation.

"Damn, this pretty boy is so good-looking."

"People who look good will have a lot of trouble."

"Who is in the dormitory? I wonder who can eat."

"Dorm 4, forget it. They eat meat, but we can't even have a mouthful of soup."

"Who knows? Dormitory 4 has been short of people for so long. If this person doesn't have some ability, he won't be assigned there."

The cafeteria is a relatively free place. You won't be stopped from talking in the cafeteria. Points will be deducted for meaningless conversations during work.

Three people sat together in Dormitory 4. The food was very good, with three dishes and one soup, all of which were meat.

Two of them were focused on eating, but the green-haired man talked to himself, behaved exaggeratedly, laughed from time to time, and raised a weird arc at the corner of his mouth, looking mentally abnormal.

"There's a new toy."

"It looks good."

"I don't know if it's fun."

"Hehehe..."

After they finished eating, the green-haired man put down the plate and walked towards the dormitory, his mouth never stopped:

"I won't go tonight. I want to see the beautiful new toys."

The other two followed him after hearing this.

For no other reason, they just wanted to watch the show.

What is the new roommate like? Will he die tonight? If the dormitory is destroyed, it will be very troublesome to clean up.

Si Qingyan heard footsteps and sat up from the bed.

A sound of breaking through the air sounded——

It was not a person who came in first, but a knife.

The knife was sharp and stabbed at Si Qingyan's throat.

The small and sharp □□ was lightly clamped on Si Qingyan's fingertips. He weighed it and pressed the button on the handle. The blade retracted into the blade and was put into his pocket.

"Oh hahahaha..."

"Interesting! Hahahaha..."

The green-haired man who came in first laughed.

His laughter was not as hearty as that of an ordinary man. Instead, it was ups and downs, very cold, and the voice was low and hoarse, which made people feel creepy.

This is a guy with obvious neurotic symptoms.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Shaqima today." The green-haired man grinned widely at the corner of his mouth, extremely evil.

"What will tomorrow be?" Si Qingyan asked.

"I don't know hahahaha..." The green-haired Shaqima laughed again. He laughed and trembled, as if he had encountered something particularly happy.

"Welcome to Heiting, this is hell for the weak and heaven for the strong. I'm Zhao Ritian." One of the two people who came in later, with a handsome face and a gentle smile, introduced himself first.

The person behind also introduced himself: "I'm Ye Liangchen."

He is over two meters tall, heroic and extraordinary, and exceptionally tall and strong.

Si Qingyan also said indifferently:

"I'm Langmie."

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※

This world is the revived version of the Republic of China, where you will meet Big Brother~

The new article "Myocardial Infarction Player [Quick Transmigration]" has been published, a sand sculpture article, mainly pure love, readers who are short of books can take a look