"Who are you?" A middle-aged woman suddenly grabbed her hand and asked vaguely. The woman's eyes had dark circles, her cheeks were obviously sunken due to weight loss, and her yellow teeth looked a little loose.
When speaking, the corners of her mouth were tilted to one side. She looked straight ahead, her eyes blank and empty, like a blind person.
Her fingers, which were so thin that they were almost only knuckles, pinched Zuo Jing until it hurt. The skin on the back of her hand was loose and blue, covered with needle holes.
Zuo Jing broke away from her hand in fear and took two steps back.
"She's new here, new here." A white-haired old man pointed at Zuo Jing and said. He laughed deliriously and clapped his hands excitedly.
Zuo Jing noticed that these people all had an identical black object on their forearms, as if something had been implanted under the skin.
"Keke, new guy, hee hee." A crazy woman also came up to Zuo Jing and reached out to pull her clothes. As she made a fuss, more and more people gathered.
Everyone stretched out their bony hands to tug Zuo Jing's arm or hair.
There was only a man in his thirties squatting in the corner, quietly watching everything happening here. He looked calm and gentle, but there was hatred in his eyes.
"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" Zuo Jing shouted in fear, but the people who gathered around her were like lunatics who couldn't understand the words. Seeing the stranger she was like seeing a novel toy.
Some of them were overjoyed and always giggling; others were emotional and extremely anxious, and would roughly pull Zuo Jing's collar and shout: "Let me out!"
"I told you not to touch me!" Zuo Jing screamed and pushed a woman away, showing the knife in her hand. She held the sharp knife in front of her and waved it in a panic.
"Ah! Don't kill me, don't kill me!" The people who were surrounding her just now were so frightened that they ran away crying and running to the side. They were like frightened little animals, huddled on the ground and shivering, extremely frightened.
disturbed.
The white-haired old man held his head and said tremblingly: "We are very good, don't hurt us, we will be obedient..." He sobbed in a low voice, tears flowing down his wrinkled face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." Zuo Jing looked at these panicked people with some guilt, wondering what they had experienced in this small room to become like this.
There were no windows in this room, nor any tables, chairs or benches, not even a bed. There were only bedding spread out on the floor and lunch boxes placed everywhere. Zuo Jing noticed that there were no sharp or hard objects here, not even a bed.
The lunch boxes and tableware on the floor are all made of plastic. Guimu must have tried every means to prevent them from escaping.
At this moment, everyone here was squatting on the ground tremblingly. There was only one child standing in the crowd with his back to her, hanging his head and sobbing softly. "Dongdong." Zuo Jing thought that that could be her son, and she couldn't help crying with joy.
. She rushed forward and held him in her arms. However, the child turned his head, revealing a face that was very unfamiliar to Zuo Jing.
This child is a little girl with pretty features. She is wearing a hoodie, and the hood covers her ponytail and face.
"You're not Dongdong..." Zuo Jing let go of her in disappointment, but the child held her arm tightly and murmured: "Auntie, I'm afraid, I want to go out."
The child's hands were cold, and there were scratches left by nails on her forearms, but she had not been implanted with the mysterious black flake-like object. Although Zuo Jing was disappointed, she still felt pity. She was in front of this child.
He squatted down, gently held her hand and said, "Good boy, don't be afraid. What's your name?"
"My name is Meng Ting." The little girl rubbed her red and swollen eyes and whispered.
The man who was squatting silently in the corner suddenly stood up, with a look of hatred that could not be concealed in his eyes. Zuo Jing, who was focused on comforting the little girl, did not notice anything unusual about him.
The man in his thirties suddenly rushed towards them and strangled Zuo Jing's neck. The thin Meng Ting was also knocked to the ground by him. The little girl turned pale with fright and started to cry again.
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"You vicious woman! It's you who tricked me into this place, and it's you who made me have to live with these ungrateful guys! It's you who made me become like a guinea pig being manipulated!
I'm going to kill you!" The man yelled viciously. Although he had been tortured for a long time and his body was thin, he was still a man after all. Once he gritted his teeth and used all his strength, Zuo Jing could not get rid of it for a while.
he.
"You got the wrong person! I've never seen you at all! Let me go, cough..." Zuo Jing coughed painfully, and her nails dug hard on the back of the man's hand, leaving traces on his skin.
There were several long blood marks. However, the man seemed to feel no pain. Not only did he not let go, but he tightened his grip even more.
Zuo Jing raised the knife in her hand and stabbed the man on the shoulder. She watched in horror as the bright red blood gushed out from the man's wound and slid down her fingers bit by bit.
The man screamed and looked tremblingly at the sharp knife that had sunk into his flesh. His face was twisted in pain and he was dripping with cold sweat. His eyes looking at Zuo Jing were filled with even stronger hatred. "Zuo Shu, I will never do this today.
Let you go!" He pulled out the knife stuck in his shoulder and walked towards Zuo Jing step by step.
"I'm not Zuo Shu, I'm not..." Zuo Jing backed away in fear, the bloody smell in the air making her even more nervous.
The man suddenly raised his hand, and the knife he held tightly in his hand was about to stab Zuo Jing's chest. However, he suddenly stopped moving and firmly grabbed her collar. "Come out with me.
I want you to take me out of this hellish place!"
The other people in the room looked at the man who suddenly lost control and dispersed one after another, standing in the corner. Some of them looked frightened and uneasy, while others stared blankly straight ahead and murmured to themselves, as if everything happening around them was gone.
It has nothing to do with yourself.
The little girl Meng Ting looked at the man in fear, wanting to go up and help Zuo Jing who was in a weak position, but she did not dare to act rashly. She just stood there and said timidly: "Uncle, please don't hurt this aunt, okay?"
"Shut up! These icv people are cruel and ruthless. They lock us all in this dark place where we don't see the light of day. You little thing actually pleads for her? I think you are just like the others, your brain has been locked up."
!" The man in his thirties yelled viciously. Meng Ting was so frightened that he quickly kept silent. He could only cover his mouth and cry silently, his shoulders rising and falling slightly.