I am in prison, but I am a person who pursues freedom. I don't need too much luxury, but at least I can control my lifestyle as I wish.

There was a smell of mold and blood in the air. I closed my eyes, not asleep, but meditating alone. There was no need to open my eyes, because what was waiting for me was only darkness and silence. In this space

, I have long lost the concept of time. I don’t know how long I will be like this. Although I am no longer sleepy, I can only maintain it in this way to prevent the loss of too much energy. This kind of thing is better than the coldest day in winter.

There is also unforgettable isolation and loneliness, which makes me feel like I am in purgatory. But that is only for those who have just stepped into this place. I am used to it and I don’t feel cold or hungry. But for today, I must stay a little more

strength.

"Click——"

The heavy iron door opened, and the thick wall that blocked out all sound and light disappeared. In front of me was another iron fence. I saw the outside world.

A piece of blue, the sky is a piece of blue, as if it has been stained by blood, there is a smell of blood, and a faint smell of blood comes over. I don’t know where I am, but I know that this is hell. In this pitch black

What's in there? What's here? Is it heaven or hell for humans? I don't know any of this, so I don't need to think about it. All I have to do is stay here for a week, because I know someone will come when the time is up.

Take me away.

But when I watched those few people come in, they never came back, and no one would come back. During the week here, they would bring people meals or drinks outside, and the drinks were all free.

Yes, as long as you want it. But the wine has no appeal to me. Although there is wine, I am not interested in it. My interest in wine is that it can help me restore my physical strength and improve my survival.

Potion of ability. This kind of thing is not attractive to me. And I am not interested in wine, so staying in this place for a week is not a long time. It will be over soon. Next

Someone will come and take me away. But before that, I need to maintain my physical strength. As for what I should do after that - whether it is life or death, how long I have lived, these have nothing to do with me, but only have to do with time.

A week later, someone will come here to take me away! This time they did not take me back to the prison, but sent me directly to an abandoned warehouse outside the prison. The architectural style here is similar to that of ancient China.

This style looks a bit old, but it can still be seen that it was originally in a modern building, but it has become more shabby after some time. But even this does not affect its aesthetic effect. Because there is no

Street lights and lights, there is only a dark world and total darkness. It seems that there is only one road to walk on. There are some weeds around, and occasionally there are some birds singing. After living in such a place for a long time, I still feel a little uncomfortable. Here

Most of the people were captured from outside and brought in, so I don’t have a good impression of them.

And I don’t like to eat the food they give me, because it is a kind of torture for me. But here, these people care about me very much and will send some food for me to eat every day. And that food is very good to me.

Delicious, much better than the food in any other country.

After staying here for a long time, some changes occurred in me. At first, I felt grateful to them. But gradually, these people no longer had any contact with me, and they no longer sent me food or drinks.

.They just walk around and have nothing to do.

After living in this place for a long time, I began to become a little numb and lonely. Especially in the dead of night, being alone in the dark makes people feel lonely and lonely.

In this warehouse, at first, you could only occasionally hear the sounds of a few people being let out and moving around, as well as their shouts and conversations; but after a long time, it turned into a deathly silence.

And loneliness. Whenever this happens, I will think of the house I lived in before, and my family - I don’t know how they are doing now. Although I miss them very much, I have no way to realize this wish.

The people here do not come in from the outside, and they cannot be taken away. For them, this is like their own home, and they can come and go freely. However, I am a prisoner after all - for prisoners

, I have lived in this cold, dark and suffocating prison for too long, so I have become so lonely and desperate. In this case, even if someone comes to take me away, nothing will change. Even if there are people now

We have bought so much food and various items, but that does not guarantee that a person will not starve or freeze to death here.

I began to wonder if there was any special reason here: If there was no such thing, how could these people come to this warehouse? Could it be that they were caught from outside?

But I soon realized that I had no interest in this problem at all. This warehouse has been used by others, and they no longer want to use it. So there is no use value here. Here

To me, it's just a prison, not a paradise. The people here don't actually know that they are locked up in this prison. They only know that they were brought in, but no one has ever asked them what this is.

What's going on? Just like the two jailers, although they are very familiar with this place, they don't understand what happened here. And now I am no longer curious.

The people here spent the day very peacefully. Soon after, some more people appeared in the warehouse. But I was not very interested in spending a day with them in the warehouse.

It's time.

"Are you okay? I know you miss us very much. I miss you too. Please come here and take us somewhere!"

"Why? Why is it me again..."

"Don't ask. Let's go!"

There is no one here anymore, they were taken away like that. I don’t know their names, and I don’t want to know them. After staying here for a long time, I don’t know how these people got out of this prison!

How many people can be imprisoned here in this iron cage? What am I doing there? Do I want to sleep? Or think? Maybe both! Maybe not...

What should I do……

Can I save myself?

This is no longer important.

I don’t know who I should ask such a question, and I should ask myself more.

Are you going to die?

This was the last thought that flashed through my mind. The last perception left in my mind was the inexplicable dizziness and the distant footsteps that suddenly sounded in my ears. They were so distant and empty, as if they were...

I could finally hear the sound. I had no means of resistance, so I could only let my consciousness close and slowly fall...

It is said that when a person dies, his life will be reviewed in his brain, commonly known as a revolving door. I think that at this time, I am making the last review of my life, the last memory. I feel like I am suspended in the air, supported by gentle power.

He was so gentle, as if he was sinking in the water. This gentleness somehow reminded Ling Yun of his mother's arms, that selfless tenderness without any purpose...

"Be careful."

This is what I remember my mother saying most often. Because of this, the mother in my memory always looks at me with loving and doting eyes. Likewise, she always smiles. No matter she is in pain,

Or maybe she was heartbroken, but she always responded with a smile at the end. But this memory is neither short nor long. My mother regretted it when I was about ten years old because of her illness.

Passed away. That incident shattered my spirit and body like a bolt from the blue. Looking at my mother's gradually cold body, I was helpless. I couldn't help but cry. I chose to kneel on the ground silently. I lowered my head, not daring to look again.

The mother's already cold body was unwilling to accept the fact before her. She just clenched her hands into fists and tried her best to vent her emotions.

After a long time, my mood stabilized a little. Although I was reluctant, I still raised my head and looked at my mother. I was shocked. At this moment, my mother's face still had a bright smile. For my mother, even death

When the day came, she still did not change her smile. She still followed her own beliefs, smiled, and came to the end. I suddenly thought of my mother's teachings, as if

She was still living in his mind. The woman with the gentle and kind smile was clearly within reach at this moment, but yet so far out of reach. I held back my tears, looked at my mother's smile, and murmured in a hoarse voice.

:

"Your smile has changed me. The past has been changed and the world has become colorful. I deeply feel the happiness of being born by you."

When I fell into extreme sadness again because of these memories, the whole world suddenly turned pale and empty. My mother disappeared, the hospital bed disappeared, and even the entire room disappeared. Only the first picture was left.

white.

Are you going to die?

no!

A voice said so.

...

Abandoned warehouse in a remote area

In the picture, a man fell to the ground, his body already stained red with blood. His eyes were wide open, and he seemed to be not dead yet. There was a mess around him, with corpses and broken objects everywhere. It seemed that something fierce had happened here.

The battle was probably a brutal massacre.

Next, the scene switches to another angle: a man sitting on a chair with a gun in his hand. He looks very calm, but if you look closely, you will find that his face is pale and his breathing is rapid. Obviously, he is doing something

A ritual to pray to the gods to protect you from harm.

Then, the picture turned to the man who fell on the ground again. At this time, his head began to ooze blood, and his body began to become cold. Finally, he stopped breathing and completely lost signs of life. The whole picture was filled with

It creates an atmosphere of terror and sadness, making people feel as if they are in the real world.
Chapter completed!