[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

There is only a small glass window in the cell, next to a ventilation fan that looks a bit bigger in comparison, the ventilation fan is whistling, the moonlight is very dim, lightly spread on the cold and hard metal floor of the ground , the surrounding air gradually calmed down because of this silence, and Tom drooped his right hand, trying to absorb some coolness from the floor that could calm him down.

Life began to become strangely peaceful, but his mission did not make any progress. After contacting the inside line, he could no longer get any more useful information.

The breaking of the clues made Tom a little annoyed. In order not to alarm his roommate, he turned over as gently as possible, but still touched the unhealed wound and let out a "hiss" in pain.

Locke's alertness was good, and Tom noticed that he, too, had rolled over, but he didn't mean to be angry.Rest assured to bury his head in the pillow with a hint of dampness.Tom couldn't help thinking of many old things again.

When I was young, Ivan liked the piano. Before I could ask the teacher to teach him at the beginning, Ivan used his white little finger to poke back and forth on the grand piano that Louis had left unused near the wine cabinet, making ding ding dong dong. monotonic syllable.Once Tom showed off and played a simple tune that he might have learned in his previous life and is the only one he remembers now. The incoherent tune and the Chinese tune that was deliberately blurred, Ivan didn't understand it, but he was very happy. He was sitting on the stool, and his little face, which had been fed with sufficient nutrition, looked softer from the side. After Tom played a song, he couldn't help but quickly smack Ivan's little face, and Ivan was never angry either.

The way the off-white curtains were blown up by the wind seemed to be close at hand. The touch of the fabric in memory exuded a gentle coolness. He tentatively stroked the ends of his light coffee-colored hair. The young Tom lowered his head and gently tapped the tip of his nose. Gently rubbing the round nose of the boy curled up beside him, he pushed aside the white quilt covering his head, and gently put himself back.

It seemed that after an attack, in order to satisfy Tom's wish, Ivan rarely acted like a baby and begged his guardian Louis to take the two of them to a newly opened Chinese restaurant for a try.

And it was a seemingly ordinary rape, the three of them and the bodyguards were blocked near the crowd, and after a sudden explosion, cracks like spider webs appeared on the front window of the car.

Screams sounded at the same time, and Louis, who reacted quickly, pulled the young Ivan and quickly opened the door to change into another car. Under the protection of bodyguards, he fired two shots at the corner.Tom, who was following them, was pulled towards the crowd by the waving arms of passers-by who didn't know whether he was intentional or not. After trying to squeeze out of the crowd with his young body to avoid the tragedy of being trampled into meatloaf, he had already lost their trace.He gritted his teeth and turned his head into the chaotic alley, the sound of cursing behind him, the sound of footsteps, the sound of the wind blowing past his ears, and the sound of sparks sparked by the bullets brought rushing blood to hit Tom's brain and eardrums , like a primitive tribe beating war songs, while beasts screamed and fled in all directions.At that time, Tom once doubted that he would die there. When he woke up, he was surrounded by Ivan who was sleeping peacefully. The slow-flowing air and the sweet smell of laurel drifted in the soft sunlight.

Rubbing the quilt, Tom curled the corners of his mouth uncontrollably, and his consciousness finally began to blur.

"Hey, Tom, can't you leave me with a carrot just once."

Locke raised one long leg and stepped on the chair next to him.It was only when Tom appeared with another plate of rice that he took it back. Locke frowned after rubbing the seat scribbled, his straight eyebrows were lowered, and his thin lips were slightly raised. Instead of complaining, he persuaded half-jokingly:

"There's not much meat left today. It's pretty good to be able to eat vegetables on the island, picky little blonde princess."

"F***" Locke was shocked by the little blonde princess, and in the end he just rubbed his face fiercely, bent his mouth in aggrieved manner, and ate silently.

Tom watched Locke eat all the vegetables with patience and reluctance, and also hurriedly finished the rice.Then silently set aside three seconds, stroking his forehead helplessly because of the déjà vu of taking care of a bear child.Although there are prison guards to deliver meals in Kourosbuen Prison, it was only to prevent newcomers from causing trouble at the beginning. After a while, they were sent to the public cafeteria.

The new Tom fought a few times in the cafeteria, and under the guidance of Locke, he unloaded several people's arms, and finally adapted to the life of rushing to fill his stomach in the chaotic cafeteria.

Since the siege incident, Tom has let go of his scruples about letting Locke go.Occasionally chatted, and helped him wash his clothes again out of a flattering mentality.After that, Locke abruptly changed his previous aloof image, ordering Tom to do this and that at will.Locke, who was originally quite diligent, was becoming lazier at a speed visible to the naked eye.Clothes, sheets were thrown to him for the wash, and Tom's patience was finally exhausted when Locke's shorts also appeared in his basket.The result of the resistance was that he was pinned down on the bed by Locke's neck and couldn't breathe, so he had no choice but to work obediently.And Tom is not angry, and sometimes he is even happy to take care of Locke, who lives a casual life, which makes Locke more kind to him.

Not only because of Locke's help, but also because Tom discovered that the notorious Locke not only has a good skin, but unexpectedly also has an imperceptible integrity and optimism, even though this integrity and optimism are more like children's. The way he broke the noses of several people because of Tom, but at the same time he didn't feel guilty about hitting himself too hard.His delicate appearance can't conceal the rough and casual nature of his character. Even though the two are far from being friends, this roughness and casualness gave Tom a feeling that he has never seen in the Sterling family's business and debauchery for a long time. There was a sense of comfort.

Even if Locke's nature is a bit inconsistent with the painting style of Culos Boone Prison, it is not very abrupt.Broskulln has no shortage of victims, and the filthy tentacles haven't covered every inch of the ground with disgusting slime.

Recently, because the clues have become more and more vague, perhaps the informant's news has not been conveyed, Tom had no choice but to settle down and wait patiently. Sometimes he fought with Locke and eventually turned into a one-sided beating, and sometimes he was in a good mood. Locke taught a few fighting skills , the life in Kourosbuen can be regarded as a certain degree of "peace" beyond imagination.

And after this activity, Locke uncharacteristically took the initiative to chat with Tom.

In this prison full of male hormones and sweaty smell, no matter who it is, the topic is always inseparable from sex and women. You can't see plump breasts and sexually soft limbs all day long, and you can't see verbal comfort. It is also a matter of course.

"I like passionate girls best, and black hair is the best. Of course, I like big breasts." Locke crossed his legs, resting his head on his arms, and his voice was still hoarse after exercising.

Tom, who had no interest in women, just turned around and responded with a meaningless tone, not intending to participate in this topic.

Locke was intrigued by Tom's silence.

"Hey, you can't be GAY!" Accompanied by the surprised words, Tom's anger suddenly rose, and he pretended not to care and said with a laugh.

"Even if it is, what does this have to do with you, little blonde princess?"

"I said, you wanted to stay in this cell at that time, so you couldn't have fallen in love with me. Although I am a bit handsome, sir, don't make up your mind!" Locke put on an unhappy look. , his lips are very thin, with a slight hook, the evil smile will be captivating, and at the moment they are deliberately drooping, but they look a little cute.

Tom snorted coldly, and countered, "There are so many people in the prison, whoever dares to think about you will be beaten and maimed by you sooner or later. I don't have the courage. Before I think about it, I will be soft."

Locke froze for a moment, finally understood Tom's ridicule, turned over angrily, and stopped talking.

While worrying about whether Locke was really angry, Tom was secretly complacent, and fell asleep slowly in a daze.