The next morning, just as the sky was dawn, the black bullhead rushed to Yan Jiucheng's room. He was so excited that he put the radio on the bed.

\t "Brother, listen to my pronunciation right?"

\tThe black bullhead stood up, stood still, pinched his neck and started singing. Not to mention, such a tall and powerful black man sang a female actress in Peking Opera, it was really inconsistent. Yan Jiuzheng's singing style was not very good, and this bullhead was even less good.

\tBut black people can't speak Chinese, so they can write it down so hard, and they can't even pronounce it. This surprised Yan Jiuzheng. It seems that Niu Tou really likes this very much, and he may have been practicing it all the time.

"Is it good?" After the song was sung, the black bullhead sat on the bed and looked at Yan Jiucheng excitedly, as if a primary school student was waiting for the teacher's praise: "I have practiced all night and my voice is hoarse."

Yan Jiucheng was so obsessed with Peking Opera. He didn't sleep all night. Niu Tou's obsession made him laugh from the bottom of his heart.

"You like the singing style of Peking Opera so much." Yan Jiucheng sat up: "I'm quite surprised."

"Does anyone in your country not like it?! So beautiful!" Niu Tou was surprised at Yan Jiucheng's surprise. He widened his eyes: "This is the best tune I heard at the Gate of Hell. Men sing female voices, and the tune is nice. Although I don't know what the lyrics mean,... in short, it's the best!"

The Gate of Hell gathers people from all over the world, and they do have different singing tunes. Obviously, Peking Opera has the upper hand in the mind of the black bullhead, which has a lot of musical cells.

"We old people have a saying that there are only two types of people in the world, one likes Peking Opera, and the other doesn't know that they will like Peking Opera." Yan Jiucheng nodded. Although he knew in his heart that many Chinese people did not like Peking Opera, he was still very proud to say this.

The pride that the national treasure of one country can break through the language and make people from another race like it dilute some of the impact on the deaths of madmen and agents.

Thinking that he would leave tomorrow morning, Yan Jiucheng was with Niu Tou throughout the whole day. He sang all the Peking Opera he could sing, wrote every sentence to Niu Tou, and translated the lyrics.

Unfortunately, he can only sing three songs.

The madman and the agent were pulled out early in the morning and the wind blew over. I wonder if there were their ashes in the wind. No matter how grand or firm the faith was, it also left with the wind.

Yan Jiucheng listened to the cow head in the room and read the lyrics of the three songs. A person who didn't understand Chinese completely imitated it. In fact, the pronunciation was very funny, but his face was full of happiness.

Sometimes, if you have an interest, you can really help lonely people survive loneliness.

"When I learn these three songs, you will teach me two more songs. I will go to my own room. You are a little noisy." The black bullhead was completely addicted to it and patted Yan Jiuzheng on the shoulder: "I'll look for you tomorrow."

According to the agreement, the day after the signal of successful operation was issued, late at night, he would be transported out with the person who died that day by pretending to die. The prison guard who transported the person would be bribed. The original body transported at 6 o'clock would be changed to the 4 o'clock in the evening to cover up the eyes.

Tomorrow, Niu Tou will never see Yan Jiucheng again, and there will be no teaching him Peking Opera.

"Hey, buddy, it's great that you're here. I finally lived a little interesting life in the Gate of Hell." Niuta returned, patted his shoulder with his eyes full of brotherhood.

Yan Jiucheng did not nod, but just opened his mouth and smiled, then reached out and patted Niu's shoulders, and hugged her.

"What's wrong with you?" Niu Tou asked suddenly.

"nothing."

"If you have anything, tell me, we are brothers who have worshipped me, I'll do it for you." Niu Tou patted Yan Jiucheng's shoulder again and said sincerely.

Yan Jiucheng didn't say anything and couldn't laugh, so he nodded.

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The next day, at night, an older person died on the first floor. Recently, there were many infectious diseases and the mortality rate was relatively high. The people in the Gate of Hell have been saturated. This saturation has also increased the mortality rate, which is commonplace.

"Give me some clothes and a hat." Yan Jiucheng came to his room and collected a piece of clothing from someone. The man didn't dare to ask anything more and quickly gave it to him.

At one o'clock in the morning, Yan Jiucheng took the dagger and grind it on the skin of his feet, grinding a layer of fake skin.

This is the disguised fake skin given to him by Gu Miqing. The advantage of this fake skin is that it can be adhered to the body for about five days, but the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, it is a one-time and not very real.

Yan Jiucheng put on his face in front of the mirror. When he looked at this thing at a glance, it seemed like he had become a different person. If he got closer and looked at it carefully, it would still be very rough. However, it was usually no one looked at it carefully at night.

Yan Jiucheng changed into the clothes and hat he had changed from his younger brother. The clothes were far less clean than his body. After all, he had been wearing them for several years. Many places were ripped and a bad smell came from the scent. However, with the clothes and the fake skin on his face, he smoothly went down from the fourth floor to the first floor.

Going downstairs is not like going upstairs, and the two guarding the door are not very sleepy and hardly think about Yan Jiuzheng.

Everything went very smoothly. Yan Jiucheng looked around for a while and lay down next to the dead person while there was no one. George also cooperated and closed the first floor power gate. There was a street light in the corridor, but now it was pitch black.

From one till one lying down to about three o'clock, the ground was covered with dew, which made people's bones hard. Several times Yan Jiuzheng wanted to cough, but he held it hard, and his face was frozen and blue.

This is also good, it looks more like death.

At three o'clock, some people got up one after another, most of whom were older men urinating at night, but they didn't pay much attention to Yan Jiucheng's side, but walked around.

Yan Jiuzheng closed his eyes tightly, and for an hour, the prison guards would come in and transport him away, and everything would go smoothly.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

Being born beautiful and hard to give up

A song of eternal regret

Eternal regret song of thoughts

He was humming and pronunciation was not standard. He sang "Ode to Pear Blossoms". You don't need to open your eyes and know that this is a bull head. There is a urinal on the fourth floor, but there is no place to defecate. It seems that he was not a coincidence that he was going to have a large size in the middle of the night.

Listening to the steps, there was another person next to him.

"Boss, you have liked this Beijing recently... Peking Opera? Is it called Peking Opera?" the man said, walking past Yan Jiucheng, about ten meters away.

"Yes." Niu Tou ignored him: "Precaution the door, I'll defecate."

"Come out! Get out!" The younger brother walked in and glanced at the fourth floor leader, and blasted everyone out. When he defecates, he is the most likely time to be attacked. Often the leader will blast people out to ensure his safety.

A few older people came out and returned to their room obediently.

Yan Jiucheng's eyelids remained motionless, his face facing the wall, and he was safe just waiting for the bull's head to walk over.

Niu Tou has been stooling for quite a long time, and she is singing while pulling. She is really obsessed with Peking Opera. Listening to Niu Tou's out-of-tune and out-of-tune singing, Yan Jiucheng's body seems not so cold.

I have a hobby, and it can be a bit fun to live in the Gate of Hell. Unfortunately, except for these three songs, there is no more.

After at least half an hour, the bull's head came out of the toilet, and his feet seemed to be numb. He stomped hard: "Let's go."

Yan Jiucheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait, head. That guy's shoes are good, I..." Suddenly, the little brother said this, Yan Jiucheng closed his eyes and thought to himself, "No," he was afraid that his little brother would be suspicious at that time, so he didn't ask for shoes. After all, the size was not right. Unexpectedly, this dark and lantern thing made people think about his shoes.

Compared to the shoes of other people in Hell Gate, Yan Jiuzheng had just been jailed and his shoes were still very new. Although he had been stained with a lot of blood, he became dirty, but there were no holes after all.

While speaking, the man ran to Yan Jiucheng and stretched out his hand to start to scoop his shoes. If he was taken off, the other party would immediately find that he was not dead. After all, the shoes were warm with body temperature.

"Hmm?" The man felt abnormal as soon as his hand touched the shoes. He felt the warmth as soon as his hands passed by. His face changed and looked at the bullhead.

Niu Tou, who has lived in the Gate of Hell for so long, naturally knows what it means when his little brother's face changes. Even in the darkness, Niu Tou immediately felt something was wrong and the dagger was instantly pulled out from his waist.

My younger brother stared at Yan Jiucheng's side face facing the wall. His rough fake skin couldn't stand looking so closely.

The younger brother made a gesture of wiping his neck. The bull's head gritted his teeth and walked quickly to Yan Jiucheng's side. When he saw it, he was stunned.

It looks a bit familiar, Niu Tou thought.

The younger brother reached out and pulled off a piece of fake skin from Yan Jiucheng's face, and took a breath of air conditioning: "This...this is not..."

Yan Jiucheng still closed his eyes, pressed his hand under his body, holding the dagger tightly. It was only half an hour before. If someone found out that he pretended to die, he would not be able to get out today. As long as someone died in the past, there would probably be people who would get up at night to observe it curiously. After all, it would definitely be big news to be released from prison if he pretended to die.

That's trouble.

Niu Tou leaned over and saw him widened his eyes in surprise. Although he had only half a side face and some fake skin on his face, he recognized Yan Jiuzheng at first glance without any suspense.

Fake skin and fake death, Niu Tou immediately realized that Yan Jiucheng's identity was not simple.

"Nine...Nine..." The younger brother thought he had read the wrong eyes, so he leaned over Yan Jiucheng's face again, then retreated in shock. In the distance, two night-fried people looked over curiously.

Yan Jiucheng opened his eyes slightly. He couldn't hide his fake death. Let's see how to get out. If the news of fake death and fake skin spread, his identity may be exposed.

"Boss, this is nine..."

Huh...

Before he finished speaking, the bullhead's dagger instantly penetrated into his heart. The force was so strong that he pushed him to the wall. Then the dagger was pulled out and he slashed it several times.

My younger brother died so much that he could not die again, and fell to Yan Jiucheng's side.

"Damn it, you dare to compete with me for shoes?!" Niu Tou spat on the ground, bent down and took off Yan Jiuzheng's feet. The warm inside of the shoes made Niu Tou's hands tremble slightly.

He sat on the ground, slowly wearing his shoes, with a little confusion on his face, followed by curiosity, and then, by loneliness.

"Brother, we worshipped you. I treated you as a friend, but I didn't expect you..." Niu Tou said softly, then stopped talking. After putting on his shoes, he stood up, his nose felt a little sore.

I thought I had found a real brother, but I didn't expect that the other party had not given a briefing, so I might have been using me all the time.

"I*&...*&%..." Niu Tou cursed loudly, lifting his dagger toward the people who looked over: "Whoever dares to save him will be against me!"

He pointed at his little brother who had just been stabbed to death with a dagger.

In this way, if others can no longer get close, you will not find that the Nine Eyes lying on the ground have been torn into fake skin by someone.

"Although you didn't treat me as a brother, I'm a brother whom I worshipped. I've recognized everything. Since you pretended to die, I'll help you. From now on, the bridge will return to the bridge and the road will return to the road. Of course, I won't see you anymore. From now on, I'm a brother without you."

Niu Tou pretended to touch something on Yan Jiucheng. After saying this last word, he took out the paper full of lyrics written in his pocket, tore it apart, and threw it on Yan Jiucheng's body.

Then he stood up and left without looking back.

Pear blossoms bloom in spring with rain.

The pear blossoms fall and spring enters the mud.
Chapter completed!