Mu Fan's voice was clear and cold, and it seemed that even the coldness could penetrate into his internal organs. After saying this, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the person beside him. The face of the person standing next to Mu Fan changed, and he inserted the key in his hand into the iron door, then turned around and left, without saying a word.

When this person left, he looked at Mu Fan's back with lingering fear. It was not the first time he saw Mu Fan, but the feeling of the last time was completely different from that of this time. Although the feeling of Mu Fan gave people was also cold, every move revealed that he was not so cold. He had a soft heart under the cold shell, but now...

He always felt that Mu Fan's inside and out was the same, and his heart was as hard as ice.

"Bang..." The moment the key was inserted into the keyhole, the person who was originally huddled inside moved, and the things on his body clanged and made a dragging sound. It was probably because he hadn't felt anyone stepping in for a long time. He raised his head, as if he was staring at the person coming.

Some prisoners far away from this trouble looked outside through the breathable gap of the iron door, and vaguely saw Mu Fan standing outside the door, with surprise in their eyes.

This one was detained here for several years on 19876. No one knew what he had committed, nor did anyone know his name or past. His existence aroused enough curiosity, curious about why he appeared here and what kind of person he was.

Now... someone has come to him for the first time, and it seems that he has a big background.

Mu Fan naturally felt the gaze from all over his body. He frowned slightly but said nothing. He just walked into the cell without fear of the other party escaping. The door opened and the light outside shone into this dark corner. What kind of person inside looked like came into view.

This is a skinny man, so thin that he is almost the same as a skeleton. If it weren't for his faint breathing and the ups and downs of his chest, he would have thought it would be a corpse. He was wearing a striped prison uniform that was dirty and could not be seen in color. He was huddled in the narrow corner of the room. His head and beard had not been taken care of for several years, and now he was like a weed, looking like a madman.

"Dongdong..." The footsteps of Mu Fan walking in made the man huddled in the corner raise his head and look at Mu Fan.

It is not accurate to say that it is because the man in front of him looks a little scary after he raised his head. The lights outside scattered in, making people clearly see his empty eyes, nothing inside, his eyes were shriveled, and I don’t know who dug it away. Now, with the body like a skeleton and weed hair, it’s simply creepy, and it’s so great to see a ghost. No, it should be said that the ghosts in the movie and TV series are not so terrible.

Is it a ghost? Of course not.

Mu Fan clearly understood who this person was. He walked closer and threw the things in his hand on the ground, looked at the person, and pursed his lips.

"I didn't expect you to be alive."

This cell is very small, but it is such a small cell. The originally snow-white and dirty walls are full of words. Words written in various liquids are covered with blood and soup stains. They are all in a twisted manner, and a name is written in almost incomprehensible fonts.

Beauty white.
Chapter completed!