Human Shackles

The slightest change in all the prisoners here cannot be hidden from the guards. Recently, the scar-faced jailer looked at Luo Kai with more and more suspicion. Even though Luo Kai's skinny body has not changed much, the gradually recovering look in his eyes cannot be concealed. Can't live.

On this day, the scar-faced jailer opened the iron door with a cold expression, holding the black revolver on his waist with one hand, and stared at Luo Kai with careful eyes.

Luo Kai suppressed the fear in his heart and lay on his side on the ground trying to look weak.

The scar-faced jailer sneered, and suddenly pulled out the whip from his waist and whipped it towards his skinny body.

Long-term hunger has made Luo Kai's reaction speed much slower. This kind of weakness cannot be recovered in a short time, and even in a healthy state, he cannot avoid this lightning-like whip.

With a crisp sound of "Pop!", Luo Kai was flipped over to the wall behind like a piece of paper. With his fragile body, he couldn't withstand this blow, and he fainted with a roll of his eyelids.

The scar-faced jailer put away his whip with satisfaction, looked around and turned to leave.

I don't know how long it took, Luo Kai regained consciousness in a daze. He gritted his teeth and struggled to get up. However, he felt his throat was itchy and started to cough up blood. He looked at his chest through the dim moonlight shining through the iron window. , a purple whip mark is clearly visible.

He kept coughing for two minutes, coughing up all the blood in his trachea, and finally he could breathe normally. Anger, despair, and hatred were growing in his heart like bacteria. This whip had already injured his lungs, and there was no way he could breathe here. There was no way anyone could heal him, the scar-faced jailer wanted his life!

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he stared blankly at the iron window above his head. The burning pain in his chest could not extinguish the coldness in his heart.

Luo Kai dreamed again. This time the dream was much clearer. He could even hear the words of the person in the dream clearly. He had never heard of the other person's language, but the strange thing was that he could actually understand it. The meaning inside, and the words he said were also this kind of words.

After waking up, he completely forgot the scene in the dream, but he remembered the words clearly. Luo Kai suddenly realized that this was not a dream at all, that was his own memory, no, the memory of this body!

An idea came to mind. The universe is infinite, and anything will become possible with infinite probability, including everything that humans can imagine. On this basis, the idea of ​​parallel space also appeared.

For example, when people do a certain thing or encounter a certain scene, they will feel familiar inexplicably. This may be something you have experienced in another world. Those worlds may be just projections in your spiritual consciousness, or they may be real. , the so-called Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, was Zhuang Zhou a butterfly? Or Zhuang Zhou as a butterfly? Reality and illusion are just concepts that people think they have.

So is my consciousness integrated with myself in another world? Or will you have a dream from which you will never wake up after death?

While rubbing his lungs, he tried hard to recall the fragments in his dream. He seemed to be born in a very warm family, with parents and an older sister. The two memories merged with each other and at the same time excluded each other. When they were excluded, he sometimes It is impossible to be sure whether he is himself, but the fusion makes him more conscious, his thinking speed will be faster, his body's resistance to pain and hunger will be strengthened, and his willpower seems to have become stronger.

According to his pampered body and cowardly character, he might have committed suicide long ago after being locked up in this dark prison for so long, but it is because of the fusion with the memory of this body that his willpower has become stronger, so Only then can I persist until now.

Tonight, for the first time, Luo Kai did not dig a tunnel, but recalled the dream he had had. Unfortunately, the scene in the dream was very blurry, and he would almost forget it once he woke up.

The next day, the cell door opened again, and a hunched jailer walked in. He looked at the blood on the ground expressionlessly, then looked at Luo Kai, who was huddled half-dead in the corner, and sighed inaudibly. He said to himself: "The new warden will take office in seven days." Then he left with a toilet full of feces and urine.

After a long time, Luo Kai raised his head and looked at the closed iron door, his eyes turning from confusion to surprise, because he actually understood the words of the hunchbacked jailer! It seemed that as he thought, he was merging with the soul of this body, but the memories in his mind were in chaos, as if he was suffering from schizophrenia and it was difficult to clear himself.

Among the several jailors he had seen, the scarred-faced jailer was the most vicious. The hunchbacked jailer had always been silent and had never heard him speak. Why did he say this to himself?

The recovery ability of this body was far beyond Luo Kai's imagination. He even felt itching in his lungs when he was still asleep. It seemed that the injured cells were constantly dividing and proliferating. In addition to the frequent coughing of blood in the first two days, Surprisingly, things got better gradually afterwards. I was surprised and at the same time I couldn't help but feel hopeful again.

The injuries that he thought would lead to his death gradually began to heal, but he had to pretend that he was about to die. He even pretended that he couldn't get through the daily food. At the same time, he was even more impatient in his heart. The scar-faced jailer obviously wanted him to die early, and he couldn't. Sit back and wait for death!

Late that night, Luo Kai frowned and groped the hard granite foundation in front of him. He should be able to escape as long as he passed through this stone wall. Looking for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com, but he only had an iron awl and couldn't break through it at all. The rock wall is hard, and the sound of the iron awl hitting the rock wall is too loud. Now the only choice is to go around it or continue digging down.

"Zhizhi."

The big squirrel dragged another salted fish out of the rat hole on the side of the tunnel and squeaked at him in a low voice as if asking for credit.

Luo Kai reached out and stroked the smooth fur of the big squirrel, and said softly: "Big Hui, what do you think I should do...should I change the route or continue digging?"

The long period of silence had made his voice hoarse, which sounded very loud in the silent tunnel. He was so frightened that he hurriedly lowered his voice.

The big squirrel obviously didn't understand what he was saying, and it rubbed lightly on his fingers, as if it wanted him to help scratch it.

Luo Kai scratched its belly and started digging down.

In the next few days, Luo Kai pretended to be dying during the day and tried his best to dig tunnels at night. As expected, small-scale landslides occurred in some tunnels. Fortunately, the impact was not major.

The scar-faced jailer would look at him through the small window on the iron door every day, as if waiting for his death, and then drag the body away.

Time is getting tighter and tighter. If the jailer finds out that he is still alive and kicking, he will definitely be tortured even more severely.

On this day, there was a burst of neat footsteps outside the cell, and a faint voice of harmony came: "The new warden is doing his rounds, please stay alert!"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they stopped at the door of Luo Kai's cell, as if observing him. After a while, the footsteps sounded again, and gradually faded away.

Luo Kai continued to dig hard at night. Now the soil quality has changed, and many small stones have begun to appear, which greatly increases the difficulty of digging. Moreover, his iron awl has been ground into a thick needle, and he has no choice but to replace it with a sharp one. of stones for excavation.