A Red Chicken’S Quick Travel Game Chapter 12

Chapter 12: 1.11 No Options.

A prison guard arrived. However, as soon as the other party spoke, Gou Xue realized it was a male guard. The man’s military boots thudded against the floor as he asked in a low, simple voice, “Where is the person?”

“Not ready yet,” Peony Tattoo said, glancing at Gou Xue, who was wrapped in a quilt. The guard casually tossed something to Peony Tattoo, which she instantly hid inside the bedding. Through a gap in the quilt, Gou Xue could only stare at Peony Tattoo’s thigh and couldn’t see what it was.

The guard said nothing more and turned to leave. Before departing, he added, “Hurry up.”

Gou Xue waited for a long time until the sound of the military boots vanished. Only then did he ask softly and tremulously, “Is he gone?”

“He’s gone.”

Gou Xue immediately shook off the quilt and gasped for air. Although the bedding in the women’s prison smelled slightly better than the men’s, they were all prisoners, and no one was much better off. The quilts were all moldy; being smothered for a moment made him feel like his nose was about to explode.

As soon as he pulled back the quilt, he saw Peony Tattoo taking out the item she had just hidden in her own bedding. This time, Gou Xue saw it clearly—it was actually a small fruit knife about the length of a thumb. Although Gou Xue hadn’t been there long, he was somewhat familiar with the environment. Forget a knife, even a glass cup wasn’t allowed in the prison, yet Peony Tattoo actually had a blade!

Gou Xue was startled and blurted out, “How do you have—”

Peony Tattoo reached out and smothered Gou Xue with the quilt again.

Gou Xue: “…”

After a while, Peony Tattoo finally let Gou Xue out. Upon emerging, Gou Xue discovered two more people in the room. This was a four-person cubicle, and the two extra people were likely the ones sleeping in the other two bunks. Gou Xue found them all staring at him like tigers watching their prey, and he instantly felt a shiver run through his body.

“…What do you want to do?”

Peony Tattoo rummaged under her “treasure chest” of a quilt for a while before suddenly pulling something out. “…This is the only one without shoulder width requirements. Put it on him.”

Gou Xue: “…” He wanted to kill himself right now—Peony Tattoo was holding a black qipao. Gou Xue didn’t even need to think about it. With the things that wretched author could come up with, no matter which one the readers chose, there would definitely be a reason for him to wear it. Because that group of silly readers must have chosen the option that screwed over the protagonist without a second thought!

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Half an hour later, several women followed the prison guard stealthily out of the prison cubicle.

They took a side path, avoiding the prison’s assembly hall. These women were heavily made up and wearing all sorts of clothes. Only at times like this was it possible for them to change into clothes other than prison uniforms. However, putting on these clothes did not mean freedom. Everyone wore handcuffs. The cuffs were separate with a chain in the middle; while their hands were restrained, they could still move relatively easily. Once handcuffed, it meant temporarily leaving the prison area. This area could be the guards’ offices, a workshop, or a location for receiving important figures.

“In this row of women, one is the tallest, has the most awkward walking posture, and keeps their head buried the lowest. This person is Gou Xue…”

Gou Xue looked at this line of small text displayed on the little book beside him and really wanted to drag Feng Sujun out for a beating.

Could his walking posture as a man be the same as a woman’s?! Could he not keep his head low when he was afraid his wig would fall off?! Could his height not be taller than the women’s?!

The little book had no intention of considering his thoughts and continued its shameless live broadcast:

“Just then, the prison guard in front stopped, turned around, and pointed at the women in the line, picking and choosing: ‘You, you… and you, come with me.'”

Gou Xue watched in horror as the guard they met really did stop and turn around to pick people. When the guard pointed at Gou Xue, his eyes narrowed, sizing him up from head to toe.

This was a newcomer. The guard knew it just by looking at Gou Xue’s panicked, dodging eyes. There were many people in this death row prison with clever ideas and little schemes, but what could they do? Since the prison opened, not a single person who entered had ever left alive. No matter how many schemes they had, they couldn’t do anything.

Everyone was just waiting to die.

The guard sneered and pointed at Gou Xue, saying, “And you, come over.”

Gou Xue trembled, and someone pushed him from behind to stand at the front.

His height was taller than the other female prisoners present, making him particularly conspicuous. Furthermore, he was wearing a qipao, with his long legs occasionally visible beneath it.

The guard stared at Gou Xue’s legs for two seconds, then turned and led the chosen people into an elevator. Gou Xue had heard Peony Tattoo mention that the women’s prison was at the very bottom, the men’s prison was above it, and further up was the guards’ area. All these facilities were underground, using an artificial “sun” to provide light. The only floor above ground was the place where outside figures were actually received. Every year, people tried to escape to the top floor this way, and every year, people were executed on the spot for attempting to flee.

But they didn’t care.

They were all people waiting to die anyway. What difference did it make if they died sooner or later? Instead, being able to see the sun outside before dying was actually quite nice.

Gou Xue’s heart rate gradually accelerated as the elevator floor numbers rose.

Half a minute later, the elevator finally reached the top floor.

The top floor was the ground level. But when Gou Xue stepped out of the elevator, he found that it was still pitch black outside the window. Only then did he realize it was the middle of the night; how could there be sunlight outside?

However, the room was still bright. The guard led them in one direction, and they arrived at a meeting room.

The entire meeting room wasn’t large. Four people were sitting inside, with two guards holding guns standing by. The room was filled with smoke, and the ashtray on the table was piled high with cigarette butts. As soon as Gou Xue entered, he coughed several times in succession. At this cough, everyone glanced at him.

Gou Xue: “…” The pressure was immense.

Fortunately, everyone only gave him a glance. The guard brought Gou Xue and the other women in, stood at attention, saluted, and left. Gou Xue observed secretly for a while. A figure who looked like a big boss was sitting in the main seat, clutching a cigar. His hair was slicked back with gel, streaks of gray mixed in the strands. His brow was furrowed as he looked at the person in front of him.

Sitting beside him was some leader from the prison, wearing a uniform. Although the color was solemn, he seemed somewhat apprehensive. Sitting next to him was another guard; Gou Xue couldn’t see his expression, only his rigid back. The last person was the one who surprised Gou Xue the most.

That person sat impatiently in a soft chair with his legs crossed. He wore the same handcuffs as Gou Xue and held a cigarette in his hand. He frowned slightly as he looked at the ashtray in front of him, as if he didn’t care at all about what the three of them were discussing.

What shocked Gou Xue wasn’t the man’s actions, but the person himself—wasn’t this guy the damn most lit lad on the block?!

Under Gou Xue’s stare, the man slowly raised his head to look at Gou Xue. He narrowed his eyes and stared at him for a few seconds, then reached out and beckoned to him. Gou Xue stood frozen on the spot. He saw all the women walking toward the man, but the man just stared at Gou Xue and said, “You, come here.”

Author’s Note:

No options today, hee hee.

Banxia Novel, lots of happiness.