live in jail [interstellar]

"You don't understand. I'm very popular. I'm the most popular in the whole prison except Gabriel. What's wrong with bringing me some food? I want to accompany/sleep and a group of people will come immediately!"

Zeng Dong laughed angrily at his shamelessness, pinched his chin and looked at this face from side to side: "So you are so powerful, why don't you call me over now and try, if you can't call me over, add three days of confinement."

The bet is a bit high, the bright black eyes of prisoner No. [-] who was pinched by someone had a bad idea, the corner of his mouth grinned, revealing a row of white teeth: "Okay, but betting can't be unilaterally won or lost Well, if I lose, I will lock up for another three days, if you lose, take off your clothes and give them to me."

"Okay!" Zeng Dong nodded without thinking, but he wanted to see who else was making noise with No. [-] in the middle of the night.

The ten robots standing outside the door turned their backs to them. Although they couldn't see them, they all had ears, and each one of them was listening to the bet between the boss and prisoner No. [-].

Everyone wanted to know how the No. [-] prisoner called him in, and also wanted to know if his boss really lost, would it be...

The idea that Zeng Dong might take off his clothes on the spot flashed through his mind, and all the robots were unwilling to make any noise anymore, for fear that they would disturb Zeng Dong and be chased away when they turned around. Such a lively scene must be watched!

After hearing Zeng Dong's agreement, the people inside the iron rod became more and more bright and shining, and their whole faces stared at him like a radiance: "Zeng Dong!"

Zeng Dong raised his eyebrows: "Scream."

Qiao Mobai: "I called, and he answered, didn't you hear?"

Zeng Dong: "..."

The watching robot: "... what did they hear?"

With a bright smile on the face of the cunning earthling, he teased an angry prison guard with a red and white face through the iron rod: "Baby Dongdong, you see what I said is right, I will come as soon as I call."

Anyway, when the two bet just now, they didn't say that they couldn't call each other's names.

Zeng Dong's face changed from surprise to expressionless to angry. In just a few seconds, someone continued to speak without fear of death; "Now that I have won, your colleagues are here. If you don't believe me, you can ask them. Did you promise me just now!!!"

All the robots turned off their audio-visual functions one after another. They didn't want to leave here just now, but now they regretted leaving too early, which caused them to be burned by the flames of war.

The powerful aura attacked Qiao Mobai with oppression, and the person inside the iron rod blinked his black eyes innocently, quite aggrieved; "If you can't afford it, you don't need to take off your clothes, anyway, no one else knows about it .”

Zeng Dong: "Shut up!"

The scrupulous prison guard, who was dressed every day, had a cold face, exuding an air-conditioning that repelled people thousands of miles away, and unbuttoned the suit jacket buttons one by one with his slender fingers.

With the beginning, everything will become logical, Qiao Mobai pursed his lips, resisting the urge to laugh, he can guarantee that if he laughed out loud at this moment, Zeng Dong would definitely beat him to death.

For the sake of his own life, the person who had squeezed the corners of his mouth tightly had already secretly pinched the tender flesh on his back with a hand placed by his side.

The physical pain made Qiao Mobai blink, holding back the physical tears from falling down, and at the same time, he did not forget to look at this special picture a few more times.

"It's a pity." If the mobile phone was in front of him, he would definitely take a picture of this scene.

Zeng Dong, who was bending over to take off his trousers, heard him say the word "pity" sharply, and scratched his body with sharp eyes.

"Baby, don't look at me, I haven't taken off my pants yet." The bad-hearted earthling made Zeng Dong give him a few more eyes.

The clothes were taken off one by one. The prison guard, who was originally serious and meticulous, was now wearing only a pair of underwear all over his body.

Qiao Mobai's gaze stayed on that pair of underwear, and it was a pity that he didn't make it clear during the bet just now, it would have been better if he had known to let him take off his clothes.

Let him also try the end of walking the bird!

"Snapped!"

Throwing everything over, Qiao Mobai subconsciously raised his hand, shirts, pants, and clothes were all thrown on him.

By the time he hurriedly pulled the clothes off his face, the man had already left.

With their backs to him, the leather shoes on their feet made a characteristic sound in the corridor, ten robots looked at Zeng Dong's back, each of them flashed red eyes crazily, copying and copying this scene over and over again, and then sent it secretly Give relationship iron colleagues.

In the confinement room in the iron rod, Qiao Mobai changed into those clothes one by one. Not to mention that he was wearing pretty well except for a little broad shoulders and a little long trousers.

When he had the clothes, he took off the black suit that had been tied around his waist and handed it out from the iron rod; "Brother, I will return the clothes I borrowed from you just now."

Wuli was crazily using the intranet to gossip about what he had just said, but he couldn't prevent being touched. The whole fuselage was shocked, and he turned back in horror to the puzzled eyes of prisoner No. [-], with red eyes. The child glanced down and saw a black suit: "What's wrong?"

"Return it to you. Your colleague has already lent me the clothes. Thank you for that just now."

If it wasn't for this stupid robot who lent him his coat, when he bet with Zeng Dong just now, Qiao Mobai thought about that scene, and that kind of scene was used to bet, he might lose.

In the staff lounge, Zeng Dong stood in front of the closet and took out a new set of clothes to put on.

"Hoo-shoo--" Xifeng whistled and appeared at the door of the lounge, and caught a glimpse of the man who only had one piece of underwear on his body, bending over to stuff one leg into his suit pants.

"In the internal system, pictures of you running naked are spreading everywhere now. What did you do to cause such a big commotion?"

It's been a long time since I saw those idiot robots gossiping, so Xifeng thought another Yang Shiliu was making trouble.

"It's nothing."

Zeng Dong pulled up his trousers, put on his coat and turned around, all the anger on his face vanished, and the person standing in front of Xifeng was still the unsmiling prison guard in Area [-].

Xifeng took out a handful of cigarettes from his pocket, shook his fingers, and handed them to him; "Here's one."

"No need." The cold-faced prison guard passed him by without even looking at the cigarette.

The person who was rejected was not angry either, he leaned against the door and lit his cigarette, raised his head and took a puff, allowing himself to be swallowed by the white smoke.

...the dividing line of Zeng Dong streaking...

Three days after another, Qiao Mobai was locked in the confinement for the sixth day, and Wu Li, who had been standing outside the door for ten days, finally came to open the door for him.

Lying on the ground, the man who had already turned his black suit into a garbage outfit lay on the ground, rubbed his eyes, looked at him innocently, turned over, and continued to sleep with his back facing him.

Ignoring the eyes that begged for help, he glanced out, and this glance revealed a major event.

The other nine people standing at the door also received the notice from their superiors, and all of them left the confinement room unkindly.

Leave Wuli alone here to deal with prisoner No. [-].

Wuli: "...a colleague who has no conscience!"

"Prisoner No. [-], your time for confinement is up, you can go out now." Wu Li crouched on the ground and said cautiously.

"It's so fast, I haven't enjoyed it yet, why don't I stay for a few more days?"

The person who pretended to be asleep, heard that his confinement was over, immediately pretended to be indifferent, got up from the ground, said that he would stay for a few more days, but did not stop walking, and walked directly to the open door; " Just leave like this? You won't see me off?"

Ever since Zeng Dong lost the bet with himself on the first day, he has been suffocated for the past six days. All the robots are unwilling to talk to him, fearing that they will be the next Zeng Dong's victims.

If it weren't for the eucalyptus tree running over every day with the little note written to him by Zhou Quan, so that there was a microphone between them, Qiao Mobai, a talkative person, would have suffocated to death long ago.

The person who got out of the cell took a few steps forward, slapped his head and turned back, "By the way, where is my spiritual body?"

Well, after thinking about it, I trotted all the way to the next room, and soon a mobile phone in a transparent box was brought over, and when I got to him, I didn't forget to explain: "Because your mental body can't leave the room It is far away, so everyone put it next door, it has no symptoms or troubles, please rest assured!"

Prisoners in the prison often make trouble because of their mental body, but the No. [-] prisoner in front of him has never made trouble with his mental body, and usually the one who makes trouble is himself.

"That's nice, thank you."

Qiao Mobai opened the box, took out his mobile phone and pressed the screen, it was dark.

"It's out of power."

The live broadcast was on when it was searched away, and it has been six days since it was not charged with solar energy, so it must have run out of power long ago.

With the mobile phone in his pocket, Qiao Mobai followed Wuli and walked to the ground. In the mobile phone he was holding casually, all the audience's hair, which had been worrying since six days ago, fell out in handfuls.

It's been six days!For a full six days, since the anchor was caught by Zeng Dong, they never saw the anchor go online again.

The last time the Yancheng Fisherman left a call to those netizens in the live broadcast room, they were immediately blown up.

A netizen named Mian Mian came to Yancheng again, and met with a few net friends who had made an appointment. Everyone took out their mobile phones. The video before the anchor dropped the last time, some of them had been recording the whole process.

Everyone chose M Ji and found a corner position, watching the video before the anchor dropped the line together.

"The anchor has not been online for six days. This is the first time he hasn't appeared for such a long time. Sister Mianmian, should we call the police?"

"The police didn't let us take care of it last time. Even if we call the police this time, no one will take care of us."

Some people are opposed to calling the police.

Mian Mian, who was vaguely regarded as the leader by everyone, looked around mysteriously, and then took out a document from her backpack. "It's useless to find the police. I found a private investigator. He used to specialize in photographing the privacy of celebrities. He helped me capture the impostor at the host's house. Let's ask him directly!"

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