When I woke up, I realized that I was already in prison. If Lao Liu hadn't forcefully woke me up, I would have been able to sleep for about a day. But these are not the point. We have no way to implement them now.

No matter what action I take, I think it won't take long for us to be locked up here before we can pass away directly from this world, because now I am extremely hungry and have not taken in any water, let alone have any strength or stamina.

In half a day, this group of thugs can do a lot of things. But in the eyes of others, they seem to have been carrying food everywhere all day, and they have no intention of playing with the girls they just got. I stretched out two hands from the prison,

I grabbed the cold iron bars and looked inside the prison with curious eyes. I saw these thugs carrying food in a busy and orderly manner. However, no matter what they were doing or what they were eating, it had nothing to do with me. I am now

I was slowly disappearing in the prison until my body could no longer hold on, and my life came to an end. I squatted in front of the prison, squinted at the light shining between the iron bars of the prison door, and listened.

Surrounding sounds: There are the noises of thugs and the roars of imprisoned civilians. These people spend most of their time in the prison cursing, such as saying that you will all die when I get out. Hearing this, I

Everyone will smile silently in their hearts. This group of people will end up like us sooner or later, either dying in prison or being shot by thugs.

I laughed out loud, to laugh at what I had done, to laugh at my luck, and to laugh at my fate...

So far, the injuries of Lao Liu and I have not improved in any way, and I am still dizzy. Of course, Lao Liu is not much better. He is resting in the corner now, making a small cry of pain while cursing the damn group.

Thug. Except for the problem with my head, I don’t feel anything strange in other parts of my body. But that doesn’t mean I’m lucky. It’s even that I can’t do anything meaningful with this body at all. God, this is a prison.

, this is a prison...

Just when I was in great distress, a voice came from the corner of the prison:

"New faces, look at you, you look like the previous tax collector."

"Yeah, it's really rare to see people living under the barrel of a gun!"

There was nothing louder than people talking. I turned my head away because what they said made me a little uncomfortable. I saw two men who looked about the same age as me squatting in a dark corner.

Together. It was at this time that I discovered that this prison was still the same as the previous dormitory area. It was the type where people were crammed in without hesitation. But these two people at least did not mention my appearance or clothing.

Having said that, why should I pay attention to this?

"Hey, watch your words, man!" I replied in the same tone: "It's great to see you all safe and sound. I guess you're not one of those people who are in a hurry to see God, right?"

"Oh! Hoho!" One of the tall men laughed, and then he changed his tone and said to me: "There are many capable people here. Please forgive me for not being too cautious with my words. We are just

Just curious, right?"

Another man smiled bitterly and echoed: "Yes, we are all still children, how pitiful!"

"Damn it, what are you talking about! You can still talk about these gossips now, we are not far from death!" I stamped my feet towards the floor anxiously, but without any strength, I couldn't even make a sound.

Can't even step out.

"Oh, that's really..." A man squatting in the corner stood up, walked out of the shadow of the cell, and added: "If you ask me, we are not robbing other people or stealing things to make a living.

In comparison, they are the goods. In normal times, these people would die much earlier than us."

Then he poked my stomach. "During this period, food comes much slower than our death. Put it down as soon as possible. This is a prison, not your home!"

I stared at him with bloodshot eyes, looking at this spacious but slightly damp prison, and swallowed the words in my heart again.

"What's going on, don't you think our current situation is bad enough? Look at those people outside, they look like kings. If you have any way to escape from prison, please be sure to tell us!"

I couldn't help but get angry. "I don't want to live in a cage like this group of people, and I don't want to spend my whole life in prison. We didn't make a mistake at all, they were the ones who made the mistake!"

"No, no, no, you still chose this. Maybe you shouldn't have resisted these people like us in the first place, but the end will always be the same!" The stranger in front of me raised his voice, and then put his mouth to his.

In my ears, he added: "We all have to die in the end, either by being shot or beaten to death, but the order is different!"

When I heard this, I stopped the wave of emotions and became quiet.

"You are right, the world is no longer peaceful under the rule of law..." I slowly leaned against the wall and slid along the wall to sit on the ground.

"Just wait for an opportunity." The stranger spoke again. At this time, he walked up to me and said to me comfortingly: "We will go out..."

I smiled bitterly, nodded, and tried to wipe away the distress and helplessness on my face. "I hope so, optimism is not my strong point... If I have a chance, I will go out."

"That's right, little tramp, what's your name?" He didn't use that restrained way of greeting, nor did he have any greeting etiquette, he simply welcomed me.

"You can call me Lao Han, what about you?"

He stretched out his hand and said, "Just call me Lao Lan. I'm 24 years old and a student." Then, he also introduced me to another inmate, a high school student named Wei Xianghong, whom Lao Lan jokingly called "

Wei Lao is said to be the son of a coal mine boss in Shanxi and is very wealthy.

I looked at their easy-going mood, but it was difficult for me to feel happy, and I could only keep a wry smile on my face.

Later, they briefly explained why they came to this prison: Like me, they had their resources taken away by the thugs and had to resist, and then they were dragged to the prison by these people.

When I asked why these thugs wanted to bring us in, Lao Lan explained this: We are here to act as labor resources for this group of people.

These prisoners-turned-thugs are obviously unwilling to fend for themselves. Their leader seems more willing to let those who do not agree with his wishes and resisters serve as the labor force. In the final analysis, it is to force us, the imprisoned civilians, to

We go to help them, and we have no food and no resources. We are expendable in their eyes, and these prisoners also wish that thorns like us would disappear. But right now, the city is in short supply of resources, and they plan to let us help them

Search for resources in the city, or help them do things they can't do.

It was during this period that I understood the reason for the sudden appearance of this group of prisoners.

The time was passing extremely slowly at the moment. Just when I was about to wake up Old Liu who was unconscious again, trouble befell me. There were bursts of ringing. It was said that this was the mob management asking us to leave the prison and go to work for the police.

The bell rings when they are working. But now I have no strength at all. Old Liu is even injured. How can I still have the strength to work?

But this time we were unwilling but had to be willing: the thugs violently pulled the four of us out of the prison and spent some time dragging us to the kitchen. In the kitchen filled with the pungent smell of blood, I heard a burst of

A baby's cry...

"What do they want us to do? Do they want us to chop pork slices for them?" I asked Lao Lan.

"No..." He answered my question weakly and tremblingly: "These beasts want us to help them kill babies..."

"What? You're kidding me! They can't eat baby meat! They're crazy! These lunatics! Damn it, I won't do it! Let me go!" I struggled violently, but all I got was beatings from the thugs with sticks.

.But I still can't accept such a thing. These people are living beyond human nature. At this moment, I really wish I didn't resist. I really regret that I entered the refugee center with Lao Liu. I still regret it.

At that time, he did not heed Lao Wu's warning.

"Damn..." Lao Liu cursed over and over again powerlessly as he listened to the cry of the baby beside him.

The ropes tied to my hands were untied by the thugs, and they pushed me to a slaughtering platform. It was cold and humid, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and rotting meat, which made me feel sick.

But there was nothing left in my stomach that could be vomited out, so I could only kneel on the ground and retching.

"Work quickly! Boy!" the thug who was holding me down shouted sternly: "If you don't want to die, just be obedient!"

"Damn it, you bunch of pigs..." I cursed silently.

"You're really ignorant. Hey, stop dawdling!"

He hit my shoulder hard with the stick, and the burning pain spread throughout my body again, causing me to collapse to the ground again. The other three people looked at me, their faces also full of pain. At this time, it was simply

No one dared to pick up the meat cleaver on the slaughtering table. On the table, the only three babies were still crying and screaming...

There is no doubt that these babies were snatched directly from the hands of those women.

I stared, glaring at the thug prisoner in front of me, blood slowly flowing from my forehead.

"Hey, useless guys, you are just a wild dog at most, so what's the point of trying?" He spat in my face, then angrily threw the baton at my head, and then took out a baton from his waist.

92 pistol, and then watched him pull the slide and point the muzzle at my forehead...

Before I died, I still glared at the beast in front of me, and I kept cursing these people in my mind. If I had the chance, I would never let them live. Even if I am like this, it is better than humiliating me directly.

It's good to die.
Chapter completed!