Chapter 84: Takeout on the sixth underground floor (Ch 84)

“Hey, is this… a new person?”
In several cells near the outside, several burly men, each over three meters tall, stretched their heads out from between the bars excitedly and whistled at Aokiji and Wheeler who were passing by.
“It’s been years since we’ve had any new people here!”
Looking at Weller’s delicate skin and tender flesh, many people felt excited.
“Hey, new guy, what’s your bounty?”
“What crime did you commit to get here?”
“To be able to enter this floor, you must have done something really exciting, right? Tell us about it.”
Noisy sounds immediately rang out from all around.
“Quiet!”
The jailers saw this and tried to stop them, but the effect was minimal.
However, Aokiji was obviously too lazy to pay attention to these guys. He walked straight to the inside of the floor without turning his head, and only stopped in front of an empty room.
“We’re here.” Aokiji turned his head and looked at Wheeler.
At this time, Wheeler also turned his gaze to the cell where he would live in the future.
It was about 20 square meters in size, with chains covering the walls. In the corner there was nothing but a stone bed connected to the wall, and not even a pillow.
I couldn’t help but frowned subconsciously.
“Do you have any other questions?” Aokiji asked.
“No quilt? How many meals a day? Is there a chance to go out for some fresh air?” Wheeler asked three questions in a row.
Aokiji: “…”
No, you thought you were here on vacation?
As a pirate, he really doesn’t have the necessary self-awareness.
“There are no quilts and only one meal a day. The ingredients are basically determined by the chef’s preferences. As for getting out for fresh air… unless something unexpected happens, you won’t have a chance to come out until you die.” Aokiji said expressionlessly.
The World Government generally does not execute unknown pirates like Wheeler.
First of all, there is no need for that.
Secondly, every time a prisoner is sent into the city, additional funds will be spent, and they wish the prison could be “full”.
Unfortunately, except for a small number of people, most of the pirates sent in could not survive in this environment for more than a year.
This is also the reason why, although the World Government has only built one Impel Down City, there is never a shortage of prison cells.
“I see…”
Upon hearing this, Wheeler immediately looked sad.
At the same time, Hannibal, who followed him, pushed him into the cell, took a bunch of keys from his belt, locked the door and said, “Wait, kid, you will have a hard time in the future.”
“This guy’s ability is very special, you must pay more attention to him.” Aokiji reminded again at this time.
Soon, with Hannibal’s respectful farewell, they quickly walked towards the corridor.
Weller was left behind, holding the railing with his shackled hands, and stretched out most of his head to watch his departing figure. He changed his indifferent attitude just now and muttered in a low voice in dissatisfaction: “When I get out, you will be in trouble.”
Kuzan, right?
A navy admiral, right?
I cut one by one…
“Oh, no, where’s my knife?!”
Suddenly remembering something, Weller’s eyes widened and he said.
…
“Hey, isn’t it time for dinner yet?”
That night, seeing a jailer passing by the cell, Wheeler couldn’t help but ask a question.
“New prisoners will not have any food on the first day.” The jailer turned around and looked at Wheeler. His attitude was unexpectedly friendly.
Perhaps it’s because the prisoners on this floor are too vicious?
Anyway, after answering Wheeler’s question, he added, “Someone will bring you food around noon tomorrow. Just be patient for now.”
After that, he carried his weapon and continued patrolling to the other side of the floor.
“One meal a day is fine, but you didn’t give me any food on the first day…”
Is this to save money, or is it a deliberate attempt to starve the prisoners to death?
Weller shook his head.
But then I thought again, compared to the hunger hell three levels underground, having food to eat is already pretty good, what is there to complain about?
He walked back to the corner of the cell and lay sideways on the stone bed.
Estimating the time, when it was close to midnight, Wheeler finally used his purple talent – [Takeaway Master] for the first time in a long time.
The next moment, thirty bowls of fried vermicelli and fried noodles appeared on the ground at the same time.
He stretched his neck to look and saw that it was already pitch black outside the cell. Willer became carefree and took out a pair of disposable chopsticks and sat on the ground to eat heartily.
Meanwhile, in the cell next door.
“Why is there a fragrance?”
A man over five meters tall, with a sausage-shaped nose and wearing a clown hat, suddenly sat up from the bed.
He sniffed hard, then began to mumble again: “Is it… ramen?”
“No, that’s not right. It tastes a little different from ramen… but it’s definitely food anyway.”
Who on earth is enjoying delicious food on the sixth underground floor at this time?
Is he the jailer in charge of guarding this floor?
He scratched his head curiously.
Then, he went to the door and carefully examined it for a moment.
About six or seven minutes later, he confirmed that the source of the fragrance was the cell next to his own.
So he lowered his voice and tried to communicate with Weller: “Hey, kid next door, are you eating?”
“who?!”
Wheeler, who was eating noodles, was suddenly startled.
“It’s me, the cellmate who lives next door to you, gurgle gurgle~~”
Cellmate?
Weller raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and then replied: “No, hiccup~~~!”
Sausage-nosed man: “……”
“Hey, kid, if you don’t want to die, just do what I say…”
“Stop talking nonsense, baji baji baji, come and try to kill me if you have the guts.”
Wheeler stuffed another handful of noodles into his mouth and said nonchalantly.
Sausage-nosed man: “……”
This kid really doesn’t know his own limitations.
“Then give me some, and I’ll trade you some wine, how about that?” He still asked with some hopelessness.
“Drinks?”
“Well, you know, there is no fresh water supply in the prison. They will only give you some stale soup to replenish the water needed by the human body every day…”
“Is that so? I’ll think about it then.”
He did not agree immediately. Wheeler replied incoherently while chewing noodles.
When he was sent to the prison this morning, he drank a few cups of green tea brewed by Aokiji on the warship, so he was not very thirsty now.
If we wait until tomorrow to deliver water and food, if it’s really like what the person next door said, then it wouldn’t be a bad idea to exchange the food for some drinks or something.
Another ten minutes or so passed.
After finishing all 30 bowls of fried rice noodles, Weller felt a little thirsty. He immediately said to the cellmate next to him, “Well, how about you bring the wine over here so I can have a taste?”
As soon as these words were spoken, silence suddenly fell inside and outside the cell.
It was not until more than a minute later that a wine jug rolled to the door of Wheeler’s cell.
Seeing this, Wheeler walked forward and picked it up.
First he opened the lid and sniffed it, then poured a mouthful into his mouth.
“Fuck…”
This wine is really strong.
But why were the prisoners on the sixth underground floor able to hide alcohol?
He thought in confusion.
“Hey, how does it taste?” asked the sausage-nosed man.
“It’s okay.” Wheeler nodded.
“Can you give it back to me then?”
“Let’s talk about it tomorrow at dinner time.”
After pouring another sip of wine into his mouth, Wheeler replied indifferently.