2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

When he heard the toilet door being pushed open, Lin Han, who was cleaning the toilet, frowned slightly and felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.

It's a closed cleaning period at night, so no one should be outside.

He picked up the mop that was lying beside him, picked up the bucket, and walked out pretending that he didn't find anything.

"Ah...comfortable."

In front of a row of urinals outside, two figures were urinating with their backs to him, one tall, one short, one fat and one thin. Among them, the tall and fat man is wide enough to block two adjacent urinals, while the short and thin man has a hunched body and seems to be not as tall as the urinals. The dark blue prison uniforms and short hair of the two men showed that they were prisoners in this prison.

Lin Han narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew these two people. They were the two followers next to his target on this mission. The tall and fat one was called Qunlong, and the short and skinny one was called Sanlang.

He calmly picked up the mop, dipped it in water, dragged it on the ground, and asked casually: "How did you get out? Shouldn't you all go back to your cells now?"

"Hey, I can't help it. I also want to go back to sleep, but I was born to work hard." Hunlong said as he put on his baggy pants and tied his belt.

His voice was somewhat honest, and paired with his round face and narrowed eyes, he looked particularly festive. It didn't look like he had dozens of lives on his hands, but rather he looked like many. In anime, stupid people are responsible for the laughter of stupid people.

"Actually, it's just a matter of words..." Sanlang shivered when he spoke. After shaking off the guy, he put on his pants with satisfaction and turned around to look at Lin Han who was mopping the floor. Back view:

"Go back and tell Brother Hao and let him take care of himself. Brother Lei won't bother him anymore."

Saburo is very thin, and his height is not outstanding among elementary school students. His skin is sallow, and his eyes are small and sunk in the sockets. Unlike Hunlong, who looks honest and honest, he gives off a malicious feeling even if he has no expression at all.

"Brother Hao and Brother Lei, I don't understand what you are talking about." Lin Han seemed to finally feel that something was wrong. He turned around and looked at the two of them with caution. He picked up the work badge hanging around his neck and touched it with his hand. On the button on the back: "I advise you not to act rashly, I am going to press the pager."

Qinglong smiled, with the apples of his fat face bulging high, looking like a doll in a Spring Festival painting enlarged a few sizes: "We used some means to block the door. The prison guards will come as soon as possible." 5 minutes, guess how much we can do in these 5 minutes?”

Sanlang took out a pen that he didn't know where he came from, and flicked the cap of the pen away with his thumb: "We must let you have a longer memory, let Brother Hao have a longer memory, otherwise we have spent so much time in vain. Out."

Lin Han clutched the mop in his hand and showed a fearful expression: "Where is Brother Lei? There is... there is a misunderstanding here. I will tell him personally."

"Brother Lei is outside, but he doesn't want to see you yet."

Sanlang was too lazy to talk nonsense to this kid. He shook his head and said, "Come on, Aaron, control him first."

Hunlong nodded and walked forward with a simple smile on his face. His body almost filled the aisle between the urinal and the toilet cubicle, leaving the young man standing at the other end with a mop almost nowhere to escape.

But what surprised the two of them was that this young cleaner who had sneaked in through some unknown method did not look afraid at all, with only a hint of helplessness on his face at the moment.

"Since Brother Lei is outside, I'll go talk to him personally."

As soon as Lin Han finished speaking, he raised his leg and stepped on the mop head, knocking it directly to the ground. Then he picked up the edge of the bucket with the mop stick in his hand and poured a large bucket of black dirty water directly forward.

Hunlong couldn't avoid it, or rather he couldn't avoid it, and was directly splashed all over his body and face by the stinking sewage.

"I fuck you..."

Hunlong wiped the dirty water from his face, and in the middle of a curse word, he suddenly felt his left foot tripped by something, and he fell backwards, falling heavily on the ground that he had just mopped.

At the same time, Lin Han jumped into the air and stepped on Hunlong's belly, which was almost half a person's height. The mop in his hand was like a spear, stabbing Saburo who was hiding behind with the sound of breaking wind.

Sanlang hurriedly turned over to avoid it, and the mop stick pierced the wooden door of the toilet cubicle. With a "boom", sawdust flew, and actually stabbed a hole in the wooden door.

Lin Han wanted to pull out the mop stick, but it didn't work after two attempts.

Upon seeing this, Sanlang immediately rushed forward and kicked the mop stick hard in the middle, trying to make the opponent lose his weapon. At the same time, he shouted: "Fat man, get up! This kid has some skills!"

However, his well-aimed kick missed. Lin Han lowered and lifted the wooden stick, causing him to lose his balance. Fortunately, he held on to the urinal next to him to prevent him from falling. . At this time, the mop stick had been pulled out, and it slapped him in the face with a "snap" sound.

Saburo felt dizzy and almost passed out. After coming back to his senses, he only felt that one eye was blurry and he couldn't see anything clearly. He couldn't help but scream: "Fuck! This kid beat me blind! Kill him, you must kill him!"

Feeling the pressure coming from behind, Lin Han didn't look back and poked the mop stick straight back from his shoulder, aiming at the opponent's door.

However, with a retching sound, he was surprised to find that he could no longer pull out the long stick in his hand.

Lin Han looked back and saw the end of the mop stick inserted right into Hunlong's mouth. The other party's festive big face was now a little blue from holding back, and blood dyed the gap between his teeth red and flowed down his chin. But he still bit the stick head tightly in his mouth, with such force that it even penetrated the wood.

"snort!"

Hunlong roared from his throat, raised his left hand, clenched it into a fist and smashed it down hard, breaking the mop stick directly.

Before Lin Han could react, a big hand had grabbed the back collar of his clothes, followed by a feeling of soaring clouds and mist. For a moment, he saw that the incandescent lamp on the ceiling was only a few centimeters away from his nose, illuminating his eyes with a blur of whiteness.

"boom!"

Lin Han felt a sharp pain in his back, his vision went dark, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart. He was so sore and swollen that he couldn't use his strength.

"This kid is really difficult to deal with."

Hunlong threw away half of the wooden stick in his hand and spat out a mouthful of blood, which was also mixed with two broken teeth.

"I want to kill him too, but I can't kill him." Saburo said bitterly, covering half of Lao Gao's swollen face.

"I know, I will make his life worse than death." Hunlong chuckled, and his originally honest voice now sounded chilling.

He took two steps forward and sat directly on the young man.

Saburo's eyelids twitched when he saw it: "Take it easy, don't let his intestines come out."

At this moment, he noticed something falling on the ground and bent down to pick it up.

"This is this guy's work badge. Let me see what his name is, Lin Han? I've never heard of a name..."

Sanlang turned over the work badge and looked at it. His pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly felt something was wrong: "Fat man, that kid didn't press the emergency button."

After not waiting for a response from his companion for a long time, Sanlang looked up and raised his voice a little louder: "Fat man..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Hunlong's hill-like body swaying and falling backwards, with half a wooden stick stuck in his mouth full of blood.

Lin Han stood up, wiped the donated blood on his face, stretched out his hand and held the half of the stick: "Why...didn't you bite it this time?"

With a little force, he pulled out the stick.

A large ball of blood foam spurted out from Hunlong's mouth, his huge body twitched twice, and there was no movement.

"You kid..." Saburo's pupils shrank slightly, and without hesitation, he swung his right arm forward like a whip, and the pen shot into the young man's throat like a bullet.

Sanlang's surname is Li. When he was wandering around in the world, he was known as Xiao Li Feidao.

Because his knife-throwing skills are the same as Li Xunhuan's. As long as he uses the knife, he will definitely see blood and never miss.

"When... snap..."

In the front is the sound of the stick hitting the pen, and in the back is the sound of the pen falling to the ground.

Lin Han just waved the bloody stick, not very slowly or very fast. Just like a little boy who picked up a straight branch by the roadside and waved the "long sword" in his hand casually, swiping at the dog's tail grass on the roadside without any rules.

Yes, that's right.

He was holding half a stick like a sword.

"Giggle..."

After coming back to his senses, Saburo slowly lowered his head, looking at the half-section of the stick that had penetrated his throat in disbelief, and made a meaningless grunt in his mouth.

He raised his hand to pull out the stick, but his hand was only raised halfway before falling.

Then he collapsed, like a snake with its spine ripped out.

Lin Han pulled out the wooden stick and flicked it casually. Dots of blood bloomed on the wall and floor he had just cleaned.

He walked outside the toilet and saw a skinny old man also wearing a dark blue prison uniform sitting not far away, with his legs crossed and the red dot in his mouth flickering on and off.

Seeing the young man coming out of the toilet, the old man didn't say anything, nor did he want to run away. He just squeezed out a wisp of white smoke from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Han walked up to him and said calmly: "You have been here for more than ten years. Don't you know that smoking is prohibited here?"

"You go back and tell Brother Hao..."

"I'm really not sent here by Brother Hao." Lin Han said seriously.

The old man was slightly startled: "Really?"

"I don't have to lie to you."

"Yeah, you don't have to lie to someone who's about to die."

Lin Han nodded and held out the long sword in his hand. It didn't look fast, but it sounded like wind.

The half-burned cigarette butt fell to the ground.