With her short stature, delicate skin, and innocent appearance, who else could she be if she wasn't Skynet's most dangerous ghost doll?
However, today's ghost doll is a bit strange. Its small mouth is raised high, its face is full of grievances, its big eyes are filled with mist, as if it may burst into tears at any time, and there are *chains hanging on its body, and it is a bit difficult to cry.
Moving her petite body forward, she looked so pitiful and pitiful that some of the felons who didn't know the ghost doll's identity even felt pity for her.
"Kid, why are you crying?" A middle-aged man smiled and pinched Yaya's chin.
"Baby, baby is gone." Yaya pouted aggrievedly.
Baby? Di Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly. No wonder he felt like something was missing just now. It turned out that the human skin doll that he had been holding in his arms was gone.
"What doll?" The man was a little strange.
"My doll, the rag doll given by my mother." Yaya rubbed her eyes vigorously, pouted and walked to the empty seat at the back, sobbing softly.
"Stop arguing! Everyone who should be picked up has been picked up. Next, we will go to Chixiang Prison. Everyone, get ready for your wonderful life." The man who looked like an officer sneered and looked at everyone in the car.
Slam the car door.
The car started again and drove hard on the rugged mountain road. Perhaps the officer's words made the prisoners feel something, and the car became quiet. But after a long period of silence, the silent prisoners suddenly felt awakened.
Feel.
Children? Can children ride in this car? Ordinary children might go to Chixiang Prison?
Low sobs echoed faintly in the car, and people felt a chill rising from their hearts for no reason. They couldn't help but shudder, and the eyes they looked at the fair and tender child became strange.
The crying sounded nothing at first, but the more I listened to it, the more I discovered the problem. The sobbing... turned out to be the same frequency!
The pauses between each sob are exactly the same, and the volume, length, and tone of each sob remain unchanged. It's like someone has recorded a repeater and is repeating it over and over again.
.
Weird, weird!
Gradually, some people began to feel uncomfortable and wanted to get up and teach the little kid a lesson, but the faint sobbing was like some kind of lullaby. The prisoners felt their eyelids were heavy, their bodies were weak, and there was almost no difference in their minds.
Recalling some kind of nightmare scenario.
The already depressing atmosphere in the prison car became gloomy and terrifying as Yaya sobbed quietly. People seemed to be in some kind of weird nightmare. Their minds were dizzy. They felt that the sky outside was getting darker, and there were gusts of cold wind.
Whistling in my ears, ghost fire surrounds me.
Hell, they are heading to hell, to the deepest part of hell.
Lullaby! Di Cheng's heart was shaken, but fortunately he was always vigilant and bit the tip of his tongue hard to wake himself up from his drowsiness.
Yang Jing slowly exhaled and regained his clarity after a brief absence. His eyes couldn't help but look a little solemn. Like Di Cheng, he also thought of a possibility, a lullaby! Ya Ya's cry must be some kind of weird hypnosis.
song.
Sure enough, there are some tricks!
When Yang Jing turned his attention to Di Cheng, the two reminded each other to be careful.
Although this lullaby is weird, since Yaya can be captured by Skynet and is a fighting member of Skynet, his strength must be quite terrifying. His ultimate move is definitely not this kind of lullaby, and there are probably many more.
Dahan had already fallen asleep soundly, and among the sounds of sobbing, he was the only one who slept the most soundly. The long-haired man beside Di Cheng sat still as before, wondering if he was affected by the sound of Yaya sobbing. But the gentle man
But he slowly turned his head and pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose. A few smiles appeared on his stern face, but this smile... looked a little awkward.
The tightly escorted convoy finally arrived at its destination on the evening of the sixth day. During this period, Yaya did not do anything, and later he stopped crying. He just pouted and picked his fingers in grievance, like a child who had lost his toy.
Di Cheng became more and more puzzled and curious. Is this Yaya acting? Or is he really mentally immature?
This is a vast mountainous area that stretches for nearly a thousand kilometers, with mountains upon mountains, valleys upon valleys, and dense woods covering everything here. The convoy passed through checkpoints one after another, and gates one after another.
After a series of presses, we finally arrived at the huge valley in the center of the mountainous area.
The creaking and heavy iron door slowly opened, and the escort convoy stopped outside the towering city wall. Only the prison car entered alone. A large number of heavily armed soldiers stood on both sides like javelins, looking coldly at the incoming prison car and the prisoners on it.
"get off!"
Following the cold shouts, Di Cheng and others stepped out of the car one after another and stood in an open field, surrounded by a large number of armed soldiers. Not far away were some simple signs, billboards and whitewashed bungalows.
Outside, there are watchtowers, heavy machine guns, and thick city walls that are ten meters high on three sides. On the other side, a hundred meters in front of Di Cheng and the others, is a tall city gate similar to that of an ancient city. It is towering and thick, giving
People feel extremely oppressed.
"This is the reception point. Behind the city gate is the real Chixiang Prison. Walking into the city gate is equivalent to walking into the gate of hell. Life or death depends entirely on personal performance." The man who looked like an officer pointed to the city gate behind him.
, his tone made no secret of the cruelty of Chixiang Prison.
"Let's not talk too much. There is no need to talk nonsense when dealing with people like you. As for the rules inside, after entering, ask the living 'seniors' for advice. Now I start to read names. Whoever comes to my name, come out immediately.
, follow the officer assigned to you, walk through the city gate, and report to your respective prison area."
There is no need to cut hair, change prisoners, check the body, or be numbered. It seems very relaxed and democratic, but in fact, behind this irregular looseness lies a heart-stopping cruelty.
Because in the eyes of these officers, people like themselves are no longer alive. Since they are already dead, why do they need to be numbered? Why waste time checking the body and changing clothes?
"Now let's start the roll call, Gao Sen, come out, Iron Supervisor, Third Compound."
"Gong Fengbing, march out, Iron Prison, Fourth Courtyard."
"Yu Fengxia, female prison, second floor."
"Jin Xuan, Death Prison, Fourth Courtyard."
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"Dahan, Iron Supervisor, Fifth Courtyard."
"Dicheng, Iron Supervisor, Seventh Courtyard."
"Yang Jing, Iron Supervisor, Eighth Courtyard."
"Ya Ya, Iron Prison, Sixth Courtyard."
After the roll call, a soldier with a gun stood in front of everyone and led them towards the city gate.
"What does compound mean? What does iron prison mean?" Yang Jing was a little surprised.
"You will know when you go in. We are all separated. Be careful." Di Cheng said to Dahan again: "Remember one sentence, we can't suffer. If someone bullies you, one word, kill!"
"Yeah." Dahan scratched his head and nodded with a silly smile. Di Cheng's words were very simple, and he could naturally understand them. But under this silly smile, who knew what would happen after Dahan fully implemented Di Cheng's ideas?
Cruel consequences.
The creaking and ferocious beast-like city gate only opened a small door at the bottom that was only big enough for two people to pass through. Di Cheng and others walked through one after another and entered the legendary Chixiang Prison, which represents purgatory!
However, when he was about to walk through the city gate, Yang Jing suddenly paused and his low voice was a little strange. "Brother Cheng, we seem to have forgotten something."
"What's up?"
"I have just learned about the strictness of Chixiang Prison. You also said that the boss behind Skynet is unwilling to interfere too much in Chixiang Prison for some reason. So... how do we get out after we complete our mission?"
Di Cheng was also slightly startled. By the way, he had forgotten to discuss how to get out with Annie. Turning his eyes, Di Cheng couldn't help but look at the man with long hair and low face and the man with glasses. "Take it from the hands of the nine-headed monk."
We can discuss escaping after we get to the map. Don’t think too much about it now. Your first priority after entering is to find out what’s going on here and survive.”
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