Late at night.

It was like a dead silence, and the vast majority of people were resting and sleeping.

However, there are some strange things happening in the prisoners' cells, such as the fact that there are jailers who secretly sell food to these prisoners when they patrol late at night.

Of course, all this is happening in secret.

A prisoner with a pale face and a painful expression stretched his hand out of the iron door of the prison and shouted, "Franklin, help me!"

He hadn't eaten a full meal in nearly seven days.

Every day, there is only porridge and steamed buns in the morning, plus when I was fighting today, half a bowl of porridge was knocked over.

Now the whole person is so hungry that he feels like he is going to pass out.

In this case, I saw the jailer secretly selling food, and finally couldn't help but reach out for help.

Many of them showed expressions of interest, and their eyes fell to the cell where Eddie Franklin was.

Eddie Franklin was in a bad mood at this time, and his eyes were cold, as if he hadn't heard anyone calling out to him.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, remembering the bastard who had come to visit him.

Dare to threaten yourself.

With a hint of indifference in his eyes, he explained to the subordinates in the cell next to him: "Keep an eye on me these days!"

"As long as someone makes trouble, kill him for me!"

Immediately the news spread.

He doesn't have absolute power in this prison, but few people dare to do it with him.

His eyes swept coldly over those who were looking at him, especially those who wanted to approach him now, and they were extremely suspicious.

……

Tick.

Tick.

Minutes and seconds passed.

At two o'clock in the morning, it was as if someone could be heard banging on the wall.

The muffled sound of struggle, the sound of chains dragging back and forth throughout the night, and even the fact that someone seemed to be carving something.

Chen Dong cowered in the corner of the small dark room, his stomach empty and making a grunting hunger sound.

Just on the first day of solitary punishment, he already felt the deep darkness of Bangwang Central Prison, and this torture was not only from the malice of the enemy.

Sometimes things that have nothing to do with you can turn into torture.

It's like witnessing those death row inmates being pulled out and shot.

It's like a prisoner who is tormented by illness and causes all kinds of painful struggles all the time.

It's not so easy for you to even lie down and sleep in these places, I'm afraid it will take a while to get used to.

However, for a patient like Chen Dong who suffers from low-risk depression, it is like an abyss of hell.

All the subtle sounds will automatically fill in the picture in his mind.

His spirit was devastation, he was tired, his brain and scalp were swollen and painful as if his nerves were twitching.

His lips were parched, and he had never eaten water except for the bowl of porridge in the morning.

Chen Dong realized that his physical condition was declining rapidly, and he was frequently approaching a fragile critical point, which was very uncomfortable.

The prisoners in the little dark room next door seemed to be in a worse situation.

The small hole, which had tried to deliver food from the door several times, reached out, and seemed to attract the jailer's attention, and he kept muttering something.

At this moment, time seems very pale and powerless.

……

It's been a long night.

It was like centuries had passed.

Chen Dong opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked out from the only ventilation window, it was already a sunny day.

I'm afraid it's already noon, that is, I've been asleep for a long time.

At this time, there was the sound of a key outside, as if a door had been opened.

Chen Dong immediately leaned down and cautiously glanced outside from the opening where the food was delivered at the door, and sure enough, under the hostage of three prison guards, a prisoner was brought out.

The prisoner was soft and seemed to have been locked up for a long time.

And after he was imprisoned, there was only one in the small black room who had delivered a meal, that is, all the other prisoners were hungry for a long time.

“?????????????? (Hurry up!)"

The prison guards seemed to be impatient with the other party's movements.

At this time, Chen Dong's pupils were slightly stunned, and he saw the large set of keys in the prison guard's hand, which were divided into three colors: "red", "white" and "blue".

His mind seemed to be replaying the replay of the time when he was imprisoned in this little dark room, when the prison guard used a blue key to open the door and threw himself in.

In addition, the keys to the entrance and exit are attached to the white convenience strip.

In other words, there is also the red key, and I don't know where to open the door.

And according to the classification and understanding of colors, the darker the color is easier to identify, the more important it represents.

This is how you can be sure that you can find the key you are looking for in an emergency.

A few minutes later.

The warning came again, and this time it turned out to be the door of the small black house where Chen Dong was.

“????? (Come out!)"

The guards beckoned to him, then handcuffed his hands and escorted him out.

Walking all the way down the aisle, he used his spare light to remember the surroundings.

Finally in a few minutes.

He was taken to a place that resembled a prison interrogation room, or a meeting interrogation room.

Chen Dong raised his head and immediately realized what was happening.

It's about six or seven meters away through the glass.

In another room, the representatives of the Chinese side walked back and forth, probably applying for an extradition treaty for themselves.

His brows furrowed very hard, and there was not a single familiar face in his sight, not only Wang Lusheng and others, but also colleagues from the Security Bureau.

And the eyes and movements of these people have no signal.

He didn't even look at himself at all.

This is very wrong, to be precise, it should not be, a rare opportunity to be contacted, just a waste?

Chen Dong observed very hard.

Subconsciously told himself that I was afraid that no information would be sent.

The absence of all familiar people is a strong signal that all relationships are deliberately disconnected.

Since he is the dark line of the country, he can't contact the relevant personnel, so Chen Dong simply took this opportunity to pretend that he was unwell and unconscious, and came to the medical department to rub some water to drink!

He suddenly had an idea, and he turned his head into a daze as if he was unconscious.

Click.

The chair under the ass also fell.

Seeing this scene, the Chinese representative suddenly became nervous, and was explaining something to the prison personnel through the glass room.

The Chinese police came with a Thai interpreter, and they said while cleaning up: "?????????????????????????? (This is a very important criminal on the Chinese side, and I hope that no other mistakes will be made until a consensus is reached.) ）”

And the prison officer at Thailand's Central Prison explained: "????????????????? (This man was fighting with others in prison and is now in solitary confinement!)"

The Chinese police have also repeatedly stressed and explained that they must ensure the safety and health of the prisoners.

In the end, the prison finally compromised and chose to send Chen Dong, who had been unconscious, to the prison medical department.

……

Department of Prison Medicine.

Chen Dong was lying on the hospital bed, still pretending to be unconscious, and muttered, "Water...... I want water!"

His voice was soft, weak, and extremely weak.

He can stick to it without eating for three days, but he must hydrate his body.

Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to stay awake and leave the small black room.

After the prison paramedics gave him water, Chen Dong struggled to get up, squinting his eyes and scanning his surroundings.

His eyes fell on a small notebook on the table, and on the pen.