after falling asleep

Chapter 686 23. Stimulation 1995
The cafeteria of the dungeon is like a tomb.

There are no extinguished torches embedded in the walls, and the long tables and benches are neatly arranged in this catacomb.

A few prisoners sat in groups of three or four in each corner, and there was a queue in front of the counter, followed by a few bloated chefs with strange yellow bandages on their bodies.

Most of these guys in the queue and in the seats are fairly clean, at least much better than black coal balls.

Later, Mu Su lined up in a line of four or five people. Most of the prisoners in front of the line were tall, and Mu Su had to look forward on tiptoe.

Moving forward a little bit, Mu Su saw that the strong man in front of him handed over the wooden sign, and his dinner plate was thrown into two steamed buns and chicken legs by the mummy chef.

not bad.

Mu Su was gearing up, and after the strong man left, he rushed forward excitedly and handed over the wooden sign.

slap-

Dang-

The black pasta like coal was thrown into the dinner plate, and the translucent viscous liquid like snot was drained into the dinner plate.

Mu Su stared at the dinner plate carefully, and then looked at another strong man next to him who was cooking.He also has steamed buns and chicken legs.

He became unbalanced, pointed to the next door and asked, "I need help?" (Why do they eat better than me?)
The fat mummy chef trembled: "If you are the boss among the prisoners, you can do it too."

Mu Su was so frightened that he stuffed his fingers into his mouth: "I need help!?" (Do you understand!?)

The mummy chef didn't answer, and knocked on the counter impatiently: "Hurry up, there are still people behind who want to cook."

Mu Su picked up the dinner plate that looked like someone had pooped and blew his nose on it, and reluctantly walked away.Not far away, I suddenly realized, no, there is no one behind me...

Musu angrily found an empty seat and sat down, threw the random thing on the table, and saw the other prisoners talking and laughing while eating the food, and felt more and more unbalanced.

Do not suffer from scarcity but from inequality.If you don't give it to me...then I'll grab it...

……

mine.

Perhaps it was the end of their respective missions, and some conversations gradually sounded around them.

The moment he heard the voice, Xiao Cangshu stopped swinging the pickaxe, pretending to rest and eavesdrop on the conversations of the prisoners around him.

Some fragmented news were gradually collected and recorded.

The first is the dungeon scale.There are not only these prisoners here, but also three other areas.The dungeon is divided into four areas, east prison area, west prison area, south prison area, and north prison area.

This is the East Ward.The official forces are the warden, deputy warden, captain, small captain, and jailer.These prisoners also have a class division, but it is more vague.In addition to the bosses of each region, there are only leaders below, and the power gap is huge.

The one who owns a few or more than a dozen cells is the leader, but he is the boss of the cell and also the leader.

For example, the red ghost who lost face on Musu.

Among the most powerful leaders in the East Supervisory District is Wrinkled Old, a wrinkled-skinned old man who will make up the title in his head when he hears it.This guy is in charge of more than 20 cells, and there are many small bosses who obey him.Except for the boss of the East Supervision District, Shenlong, who never sees his head, he is the nominal leader here.

Apart from these messages, the rest are mostly trifles and complaints.

What surprised Xiao Cangshu was that after hearing so much news about the dungeon, the main quest was not updated.

Maybe some key information is missing?For example, who is the owner of this dungeon, and why were they arrested...

Suddenly at this moment, a long horn sound echoed and circled in the mine.

When the three players panicked, there was a burst of chagrin and curses around them.

After listening to the communication of the prisoners, they realized that it was not an accident, but that there was still a time limit for mining, and they could only mine for one hour.After one hour, no matter how much excavated, it must be withdrawn from the mine.

Their faces changed, and each other's baskets were just half full of coal.

The prisoners left the mine one after another, Xiao Cangshu cast a wink at the other two, and left the mine with their respective baskets.

The Red Snake Gang occupying the mine was nowhere to be seen, and they had gathered enough numbers to go to the cafeteria.The three players came out of the mine and followed the crowd to the place where the tools were handed over.

As a result, they were surprised to see many prisoners handing coals in their baskets to each other.

This confusion lasted until they returned the tool, and then got a piece of bad news.

Prisoners who dug coal up to their baskets were not eligible to eat.

Uncle Lanwei had an idea and dumped all his coals to Xiaocangshu, and Guiwu Chengfeng wanted to do the same, but the latter's basket was already full.

"Ah."

Xiao Cangshu nodded slightly touched to the two, handed in the pickaxe and basket, received a wooden sign, and walked away from the crowd to the cafeteria.

……

Few prisoners have ever seen the boss of the East Ward, so Wrinkle Lao, the most powerful leader, has been regarded as the boss by the prisoners in the East Ward.

Mu Su didn't know anything about it, he just thought the old man looked easy to bully.

Mu Su calmly walked towards Mr. Wrinkle and some of the little bosses, and the latter who noticed his movements looked at him together.

"I need help."

Coming closer, Mu Su said dryly.He ignored the prisoners around him, just stared at the wrinkled old man, slowly stretched out his hands, pinched the warm buns on the dinner plate in front of him, and tore them apart bit by bit.

The outer skin cracked, and the fragrant smell wafted out. Mu Su withdrew his hand with half of the bread, leaving a black handprint on the remaining half of the bread.

The little bosses around were motionless, already dumbfounded.

Mu Su felt that he respected the old and loved the young very much, at least he gave half of it to the old man.Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed that there was a roast chicken on the dinner plate.

Mu Su burst out with pity, thinking that the dungeon manager is really nothing, such an old person can still have a few teeth, wouldn't it be embarrassing for him to roast chicken!What if you choke!
Musu, who respects the old and loves the young, was worried, and silently put back half a piece of bread, and then put it back again when he felt that it was not good enough.

After laying out the bread covered with dirty fingerprints, he grabbed the roast chicken without the slightest timidity.

Bang!
A burly little leader finally came back to his senses, slapped the table and shouted: "What are you doing!"

Mu Su's momentum was not weak at all: "I need help!"

The little leader who planned to make a move was choked speechless and unable to refute.

The wrinkled old boss's subordinates stood up one after another, with a bad look on their faces, and the boss's subordinates gradually surrounded him.

The battle was about to break out, and Mu Su looked back without fear.

The person concerned, Zou Lao, just smiled lightly, telling them to back away, looked up at Musu, pointed at the roast chicken with interest, and said, "This roast chicken is mine."

Musu's neck swelled: "I need help!"

"I can help you, but why should I help you. Or, you want this roast chicken... what can you pay for it?"

pay?There is no door either!
Musu slanted his eyes to one side, pretending to be stupid, and said, "I don't understand what this means."

Wrinkled Old signaled the leaders to sit down, chuckled and said, "In other words, if I give you the roast chicken, what can you give me?"

"I need help!"

(End of this chapter)