A white dot appeared in the distance, gradually revealing a faint figure in the meager light. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info is like a newborn kitten helpless, huddled in a dirty place, waiting for the final judgment of death. It's dark, it's cramped, and it gives a sense of incongruous panic. The surrounding area is very dark, not the darkness that we usually have no light, but with a strong sense of oppression and suffocation.

A faint dim light refracted on the shivering man who was hiding against the wall. Her hair was disheveled, and her long, messy hair obscured her unsightly face. She gasped with difficulty, saliva dripping down her bare hands, as if she had been through an extraordinary struggle not long ago, and the great fear had taken her all her strength to make her so exhausted. I didn't even want to know what she had just experienced, there was bright red blood flowing from the flesh wounds that had bloomed on her body, and it seemed to be the pain of being slowly cut through the skin by a pair of scissors. I don't know what that pain is, but my intuition tells me that the pain of that kind of torture is worse than death.

It is conceivable that the person who tortured her can be regarded as miserable. There are large and small iron buckets stacked on all four walls, the mottled blood stains are terrifying, and the mottled and broken cloth that can be seen everywhere is sprinkled on the uneven dirt floor, the scene looks so unsightly. There are also large and small boxes stacked next to it, messily placed everywhere. A long blue curtain hung horizontally on the north wall, and in the dimly lit hut, the blue curtain had lost its original color, and the shabby curtain and the dust accumulated over the years made it difficult to distinguish its original appearance. The four walls are paved with cement, but they look so solid.

The person leaning against the wall was motionless, her weak body hugging each other in a circle, and if she didn't look closely, she would be delusional to think that she was also part of the darkness. Perhaps she had already melted into the darkness, both physically and mentally, consumed by the darkness, dedicated to the darkness, and grieved until death and rebirth.

Traces of struggle were everywhere, and the traces of struggle on the ground could not be concealed. Perhaps, she was tired, and she was all motionless. His gaze rested on her feet, black and red blood slowly spilling from the broken wounds, and her ankles were covered with scars, perhaps cut by a knife. There were a few deep strangulation marks on her ankles, did they drag her in?, looking at the messy blood marks on the ground, I seemed to understand why she didn't want to run away. Does it make sense to run away? for her, or for the person who tortured her, to run away...... There is nowhere to escape. Here, it's hell on earth!

Who is she? Why is she here? Who is so "perverted" to torture her? What is it to torture her? The bloody scene in front of me was almost beyond the scope of the anomaly I understood, and one question mark after another kept hitting my mind, and the surging heart was so shocking.

Hurried footsteps could be heard not far away, someone was coming! Who could it be? Who was going to continue torturing her? Or was it someone who came to her rescue? If I had a choice, I would rather be the latter. It was a tall, thin, bespectacled middle-aged man who came in, and an expressionless, ordinary face smashed into my eyes. Dressed in black and haired, he looks like an honest person. He touched his forehead and looked at the weak man in front of him with a sneer. Then he turned his back to me, and although I couldn't see his expression, for some reason, I seemed to see a demon, a real bloodthirsty demon, standing right in front of me. I was shocked, and I seemed to understand the survival rules of the strong and the weak in this world. If man loses his reason, loses the shackles of morality, and takes off his skin, then all that is left is the soul of the devil. It would be a crazy world, and all that would be left between people would be naked killing.

I didn't dare to think about it anymore, and I didn't want to think about it anymore. People do not die in reality, they can only live in the reality of death. Perhaps after experiencing countless horrors and deaths, people can understand the mystery of life, and they will yearn for ordinary life as the expectation of happiness.

At this time, I regretted a little, regretting why I didn't usually cherish my ordinary life. If I hadn't been transparent at this time, if I had been trapped in this filthy hut at this time, would I have ended up in the same fate as that girl? tortured inhuman form? Going through the horrible death struggle again and again? should ...... For the devil, the pain of others is the pleasure he seeks. The light in the room was faltering, and what did it do anyway? The dim light didn't reach a few feet, so what was the difference between a light and an unlit one? I turned my head and saw that the door was still hidden. This place must be very remote! Or maybe it's a place where no one comes at all, or how dare this man forget to close the door?

Suddenly I felt cold, everything here made me feel cold.

"Hehe, I can't imagine that you can endure it, you can't die like this, do you want me to praise you for your strong vitality or if your bones are too hard to die?" The voice was like a sword, piercing the soul of everyone present.

After a few seconds, the woman huddled by the wall reacted, and at least I could see her hand tremble slightly. I closed my eyes, and a huge sense of pain lingered in my heart, and I didn't know why. By the time I opened my eyes, the woman had already raised her head. The sweaty sticky and scattered hair stuck to her face, and her tired looking body was even more vulnerable. How could it be? I recognized this face, how could it be her? Wasn't she the sister of this body, Xiaohong? How could it be her? I took a few steps back in disbelief, more shocked than frightened. Did she offend this man? Is this man taking revenge on her? A series of questions flashed again.

She grinned hard, glared at him disdainfully, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said coldly: "I didn't expect that I would still lose to that hypocritical woman, hehe! I said that I didn't tell this thing, you are ...... Unbelief. Why...... What she does is to... You want me to come... Bear the consequences, I'm not convinced... Why... To be ...... Treat me? I have... Err... Wrong? It's my sister ......" In the end, perhaps she was exhausted, she hung her head weakly, and then cowered back to her original position.

"It's hard to do something wrong, I obviously saw that you were wearing a red tracksuit that day, and I accidentally let you and your sister see the robbery and murder with the wrong hand. That day, I was standing in the distance and saw that the person who came out of the public security bureau was wearing a red tracksuit, who else could you be?" he stretched out his foot as if he was crazy, and kicked the girl desperately until he ran out of strength, and then stopped kicking.

"Oh, Xiaohong is fate, I took her back that day, but she was nosy, saying that she was going to report the crime, and what was even more hateful was that she said that she was a little cold, so I took off my sportswear and let her wear it, I couldn't think of ......it" She muttered to herself and said something incomprehensible, still with her head down, still shrinking in the corner. The man seemed to hesitate for a moment, with a strange look on his face, but it was only for a few seconds, and then he immediately regained his fierce look.