The isolation cabin of Tianshui Prison is commonly known as the small black room. It is the earliest building built in the entire prison, and almost no maintenance or reconstruction work has been carried out over the years. The so-called isolation cabin is a single-story small building, each of which
The room was less than 4 square meters in size, with no bed, no toilet, and even no light.
The room is surrounded by walls. The front is blocked by an iron door that is 3 centimeters thick. The only source of light is the observation opening on the iron door for observing from the outside in, which is about just enough distance for a pair of human eyes.
The small dark room is cold and damp all year round. There is no decent thing that can be called a bed. The only place to lie down is the moldy wooden board. Sometimes the blanket covering the body can be wrung out like a towel when it is woken up at night.
Being locked up in this kind of environment, you have no way of knowing the change of time. You can only judge what time it is by the open lunch delivery window. It is said that prisoners with less endurance can be locked in this small dark room for more than a month.
You will become mentally disturbed.
Don't talk about human rights here, don't talk about humanity here. You have to know that the guys who can be thrown into Tianshui Prison are not good at all. Their integrity and other things have long been zombies when they have done harm to nature. Why should these crimes deserve something?
What about the so-called compassion?
Thirteen was pushed to the door of isolation cabin No. 7. The mold-covered walls seemed to tell that this place was definitely the cradle of rheumatoid arthritis. Thirteen’s punishment for greeting the prison guard’s mother was to be in this isolation cabin.
Staying for three days, regardless of whether he would be infected with rheumatic bone disease, Thirteen knew that if he could not find a table within 8 hours, he would become the fourth person on the death list sent to Wu Zhu.
The prison guard opened the scarlet iron door and pushed Thirteen and his carton of white sugar into the small room.
"If you need anything, just ask. I'll help you with whatever I can." The prison guard whose mother was greeted by Shisan was quite nice. Seeing that Shisan's information stated that he had severe hypoglycemia, he asked with concern.
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"Yes, I still don't know what your mother's name is?" Thirteen said with a wicked smile.
"You'd better die here." The prison guard closed the cell door angrily, and the sound of locking the door was as if he was deliberately breaking the key so that the door could never be opened.
Thirteen put down his carton in the dark and began to explore the isolation cabin along the floor tiles. This isolation cabin was several times older than Thirteen. The gaps in the floor tiles became clear due to moisture, but they remained the same.
It is extremely strong, and the surrounding walls are made of half-meter-thick concrete that fits perfectly. Only the floor tiles have gaps to be found.
It seems that many guests have lived here. There are various symbols scraped out with metal spoons on the floor tiles. Thirteen even found out an ancient poem: "There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, and two pairs of shoes on the ground. A couple of dogs and a man and a woman, tonight
Don’t get off the kang.”
In an almost completely dark environment, Thirteen was reading the information on the ground like a blind man. His ten fingers were worn out while reading half of the cabin. The stone surface and grains of sand were far thicker than the books a blind man could read.
It's sharp, but Thirteen is still looking for something that he doesn't even know what it is.
It was not until dinner time was found that a dinner of pickles and porridge was pushed in, and Thirteen's bloody fingers stopped groping. He touched an indentation that was only about the size of a coin, but the indentation was densely packed with outlines.
It has extremely complex rune patterns, which are carved with tools such as sewing needles, and the technique is extremely delicate.
This rune array is called "Watch Dog", which is a technique used for sealing in the head-bending art. Legend has it that it was developed by a head-bending master with severe psychopathy, using the body fluids of poisonous dart frogs mixed with female menstruation.
Dirty blood is used as the raw material for decapitating people, and combined with runes, it is pierced into the back of a person. The person who is decapitated by this will have the tragic end of being blind, unable to see, having a mouth but unable to speak, and having a bird that cannot urinate. Generally, those who are decapitated by watchdogs
The guy can't survive more than 3 days, and he will die after 3 days.
But when you apply this guard dog head to an object, it's a very good lock, stronger than a bank safe lock.
Thirteen believed that the three investigators before him had touched this head-reducing rune, and believed that they realized just like him how terrifying the head-reducing master he faced was. If the five internal organs were used to raise ghosts,
, just to prove how advanced the head-lowering master is, the head-lowering of the guard dog in front of him proves just how high-end he is.
The head-lowering technique has existed for a long time, and many head-lowering techniques have even been circulated in the industry in texts. Each head-lowering technique has difficulties in learning and practicing. The way to distinguish the ability of a head-lowering master is how to combine them
The head lowering technique has been improved to be more precise, more convenient and more deadly.
For example, some high-level head-dropping masters will engrave the falling props on their vocal cords, and can activate their head-dropping just by speaking special notes. Some can even use the air to spread their head-dropping. No matter which type it is, in the end,
The most difficult thing is to compress the traditional descending runes into smaller sizes.
Because this requires not only the skill of the head-dropping master, but also very rich experience in combining the positions of the original runes to ensure that the spells are smaller without reducing the effectiveness. This is like the technology of tablet computers and iPhones
The difference is that the technological content of miniaturization is always higher.
You must know that in Thirteen's memory, the original rune of the Watch Dog's head is at least 50 times larger than the one touched by the finger. The strength of the head-lowering master is at least the third level of the earth level when converted to the Underworld Bureau.
level, then all of them are humanoid monsters that can fight monsters.
Thirteen now has two choices, either wipe his neck and die immediately, or continue to break into the realm of the third-level or stronger subdued master to find a table.
Although it would be more comfortable to die on his own, Thirteen reluctantly chose the latter. He ate up a whole bag of sugar in one go, and used his broken fingers to draw a picture next to the guard dog's head-down rune.
There is a circle of strange words. This is a black witchcraft curse. It is a rune specially used by the Underworld Bureau to break the enchantment. It has special effects on various locks and other spells.
The thirteenth incantation had just been drawn. Centered on the brick with the guard dog's head descending rune, the ground sank downwards with a pop, and more than a dozen floor tiles fell down. A narrow strip was exposed in front of him.
There is a faint firelight inside the rock stairs.
Thirteen stuffed more than a dozen bags of white sugar into his clothes, along with his own crystal igloo ball, and strolled down the stairs like a bloated fat man. Not long after Thirteen entered the passage, the numerous people
The heavy bricks flew back like a video recorder rewinding, sealing the entrance to the passage.
Some people say that the greatest fear of human beings comes from the unknown. Thirteen would like to say that the greatest fear of human beings comes from not having something in hand. He walked down the steep stairs, and there were everlasting lamps made of corpse oil hung on the walls along the way. It is said that this kind of
Lamps can burn in tombs for thousands of years with limited oxygen.
The only drawback is that the fire of this thing is blue, like a will-o'-the-wisp, which makes it look particularly frightening.
Thirteen carefully descended to the end of the passage. The soles of his feet were not touching an imperial tomb or a hell cave, but a solid cement floor. It was a completely modern layout of passages and rooms. There were also trolleys and medical equipment scattered around. Although it was above
It is full of dust, but I believe the history will not last long.
Thirteen took down a long-bright lamp from the wall of the passage and walked along the corridor. After a few steps, the huge dusty Japanese military flag on the wall appeared in front of his eyes, and under the military flag
Written in numbers and Japanese, "213 Biochemical Unit?"
Thirteen used the Japanese he learned from the island country's love action movies to translate just the word "biochemical" with difficulty.
"Unit 213? I haven't heard of it. Isn't it just a 731?" Shisan understood that he had come to a great place, and casually tore off a piece of broken strips and used it as a mask to cover his mouth and nose. God knows what kind of bacteria are living in this place.
?You still have a way to avoid his lowered head? How do you fight against bacteria?
Thirteen continued to walk forward nervously, as if he were visiting a haunted house. Unit 213 was once the largest biochemical test unit of the Japanese army in North China, but their technology was inferior and they could not be as famous as Unit 731, and the things they developed were also inferior.
When entering the Japanese army, they only developed a few influenza viruses. The most they did on the battlefield was to make the enemy sneeze and leave some runny nose. It also improved the enemy's resistance to influenza viruses in a disguised manner. It has always made the Japanese army feel shameless and embarrassed to publicize it to the outside world.
Up to this time, the external troops had never heard of such a harmful biochemical unit. The common people always thought that this was a Japanese military hospital, with Japanese soldiers in white coats coming in and out, and occasionally providing voluntary medical treatment to the surrounding civilians.
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However, this 213 unit was built in a very tricky location. From the perspective of Feng Shui, this is a one-of-a-kind shady land. If you plant trees, the trees will die, if you repair the house, it will collapse, and if you raise fish, the fish will turn their stomachs. It is absolutely contraceptive in field operations.
It's an unlucky place. If you are contaminated with Yin Qi, everything will go wrong. They can also develop influenza viruses in this environment. It can only be said that the spirit of little Japan is still very tenacious.
Although nothing decent was developed here, the laboratory gave them a huge crematorium. The corpses killed by various Japanese troops around would be dragged here, burned, and then buried.
Little Japan back then was not a cute creature in a chuunibyou cartoon. It cannot be overemphasized how many Chinese people were harmed. The bone residues covered in the underground of this laboratory alone filled a meter deep and nearly a basketball court wide.
It's a huge pit. It's impossible to estimate how many people's bones it would take to fill it up.
Thirteen could not inflate his national emotions at this moment. All he could smell was the strong smell of resentful spirits in the air, which made him frown deeply. He quickly counted with his fingers. There were over 10,000 corpses buried in the underworld for decades.
The deep fermentation does not make it old yogurt, and it also strengthens the negative side of this place to the point where it cannot be added.
Thirteen now understood why that bastard head-reducing master chose this place to perform the five-organ ghost-raising technique, because to the evil ghosts he raised, this kind of place was simply like the top Western restaurant on the Champs Elysées in France.