Chapter Eighty-Five: Dying

In the spotless felony corridor, the marble floor sounded with the crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground, not in a hurry, not slow, very rhythmic, five figures walked towards the small black room at the end of the corridor, Zhao Heng walked in the middle, left and right were prison guards wearing straight police uniforms, and they all kept silent and walked.

"Bang-bell-"

The prison guards respectfully opened a black iron door, this world has always been the winner for the king and the strong for the respect, Zhao Heng cut off the hands of nearly 100 Qing gang disciples, and went on a killing spree in the prison canteen, and the scar that the prison guards had always feared was also turned over, how could they not dare to shout at Zhao Heng.

What's more, there is an incomprehensible relationship between the Du family!

The prison guard waved his left hand: "Please!" ”

Zhao Heng's eyes swept a peaceful glance at the prison guard, and the latter immediately lowered his head and retreated two steps and did not dare to face it, just as Zhao Heng was about to walk in, he suddenly caught a soft hum from a separate cell next to him, which was a felon's cell adjacent to the small black room, and the heavy railing was far thicker than his arm.

It's just that it is not closed by a small black house, Zhao Heng subconsciously condensed his gaze and looked at it, and his body couldn't stop shaking under the glance, he suddenly found that it was the person he knew, Zhou Qixuan, the brocade-clothed divine soldier who had fought with him in the alley, but he no longer had the vigor of the past.

"Why is he here? How did it come to this? ”

Zhou Qixuan, the general in Zhao Heng's sight, was leaning against the wall on the left side basking in the miserable white light, his clothes were tattered and his expression was haggard, more than a dozen scars were clearly visible on his body, and the handcuffs and leg cuffs were thickened and enlarged, it seemed that he had suffered a lot of torture, and he was almost dying at this moment.

If he hadn't been able to catch his usual arrogant smile, Zhao Heng would have thought that he had recognized the wrong person.

He turned his head to look at the prison guard: "How did that person get in?" ”

The prison guard didn't want to answer this sensitive question, but in order to lock Zhao Heng into the small black room as soon as possible, he replied with a wry smile: "I don't know why he was arrested, I just know that he must be strictly guarded by the above, he can't escape or die, the injuries on his body,"

"It has nothing to do with us, it's all there before we came in!"

Speaking of this, he added a few more words: "But in the past few days, the cold snap has hit, he seems to have a fever due to the reduction of his injuries, and he talked a lot of nonsense last night, we originally wanted to ask the doctor to come and treat him, but the above did not approve it, and decided to let him fend for himself." ”

"Anyway, no one can get close to him without orders from above."

"Go find a fever reducer."

Zhao Heng turned around and walked towards the door of the cell, and when the prison guard was slightly stunned, his hand had already snatched a gun: "Go!" I just want to help him get rid of his fever, if you feel embarrassed, then I'll just smash the iron door and go in! You should know that I have that strength. ”

The prison guards looked at each other, wanting to pull out a gun to deter but didn't dare, Zhao Heng's strength was not something they could contend with, but they were a little unwilling to give in like this, but when Zhao Heng turned the police gun into a bunch of parts, and then turned the parts into guns, they felt that compromise was not necessarily a bad thing.

What's more, just find some antipyretic medicine for Zhou Qixuan, a prison guard with vitiligo and dysentery, took a deep breath: "I'll get it." ”

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and finally gritted his teeth and went to the medical room to find medicine and water, while the other three stared at Zhao Heng nervously with their guns in their hands, they just wanted Zhao Heng to enter the small black house as soon as possible, so that he could complete the tricky task and go back, after all, no one wanted to provoke this hot potato.

"The medicine is coming."

The prison guards always seemed to be extra efficient in the face of things related to their future, and it didn't take long for him to find a box of antipyretics, a bottle of pure water, and a little trauma medicine, and without waiting for Zhao Heng to say anything, he opened the iron door and walked in, anyway, Zhou Qixuan was locked.

The medicine was randomly stuffed into Zhou Qixuan's mouth, the purified water was also poured in, and the trauma medicine was placed aside, and he didn't know whether it was the effect of the medicine or the moisturization of the water.

Angry bush burning!

The prison guard's body shook and he subconsciously retreated a few steps back.

Then he hurriedly locked the door, Zhou Qixuan followed the sound and looked over, and when he saw Zhao Heng who was being stared at by the prison guards, he looked slightly stunned, as if he was surprised to see Zhao Heng here, and then felt something from Zhao Heng's kind smile, he winked at Zhao Heng twice.

There were no words, but Zhao Heng clearly knew that it was a thank you, obviously Zhou Qixuan also understood in his heart that these drugs and water were the effects of Zhao Heng, after all, Zhao Heng was the only acquaintance he met in prison, and then he heard Zhao Heng say lightly: "Live well!" ”

Zhou Qixuan looked at this former opponent and squeezed out a bitter smile.

Nodding slightly, everything is complicated!

"That, Heng Shao, he took medicine and drank water."

The prison guard weighed for a long time and shouted, "I also got some trauma medicine, you should go in, right?" ”

Zhao Heng didn't enter the black room so that they always felt insecure, God knows if this kid will break out, Zhao Heng nodded lightly, and there was no longer a prison guard who was still cooperative, twisting his neck and walking slowly into the legendary black house, the small black house is one meter two high, and the space inside is only one square meter.

It's not much different from the coffin holes where the dead were buried in the countryside in the past.

Zhao Heng saw the bloodstains on the wall through the light outside, and what words were faintly written with blood stains on the left corner of the wall, Zhao Heng carefully identified it, and silently recited in his heart "Sheng-No-Ru", the last word can be seen clearly due to the long years.

But Zhao Heng could guess what that word was.

Die!

He took a deep breath and calmed his emotions.

The prison guard carefully removed the shackles on Zhao Heng's feet, and then turned back to close the door gently, with a clanging sound, the light of the small black room slowly disappeared with the closing of the small iron door, getting darker and darker, and when the last light disappeared, the small black room fell into darkness.

I can't see my fingers!

Zhao Heng leaned against the cold wall of the small black room, and used his limbs to feel the boundless darkness, the black room was very quiet, terrifyingly quiet, so quiet that Zhao Heng could only hear his own breathing, Zhao Heng was lonely and helpless!

The only thing that could make Zhao Heng feel that he was still alive was the sound of his pounding heartbeat.

The prison guard who was eavesdropping outside shook his head lightly: I don't know what Zhao Heng offended Zhao Siqing, let the latter use the small black room to torture Zhao Heng, but they didn't discuss it, Zhao Heng and Zhao Siqing both have something to do with the Du family, I'm afraid it's a family matter, and I'm afraid of causing trouble if I talk too much!

As time passed little by little, the boundless darkness and silence hit Zhao Heng's heart like a needle, but the latter didn't move, Zhao Heng was as calm as a meditative old monk, he knew very well in his heart that in this dark and narrow environment, the more he tossed, the more frightened he became.

Because you never know when the darkness will end, you never know how much time has passed, that kind of endless darkness that does not know the time, few people can bear it, so this kind of spiritual rage is far stronger than ** damage, and it is the nirvana of every prison.

However, Zhao Heng was not afraid, on the contrary, he evoked a smile:

"Uncle Feng, you are really a genius."

A long time ago, in order to train him to overcome the darkness and make his concentration last, Uncle Feng dug a pit in the mountain, except for the necessary breathing holes, Zhao Heng was no different from being buried alive, tossing back and forth several times a year, so that he could finally withstand the extreme torture of seven days and seven nights.

Therefore, Zhao Heng believed that he could survive seven days, and this time was enough for Master Ye to do things, and he also made up his mind that if there was no rescue after three days, he would think of rushing out, and three days was enough for outsiders to do a lot of things, and it could also explain a lot of things.

Especially the hearts of all parties.

He rolled his tongue and spit out a small piece of wire, which was cut off with a thin knife in the canteen, with this thing, the handcuffs and shackles couldn't trap him, and the little black house would also have a flaw when the prison guards came over, so Zhao Heng was very calm and calm, calmly analyzing the current situation.

Zhao Heng thought of Master Ye, thought of her alluring appearance, thought of the power on the first floor, and even thought of Master Ye's beautiful feet, but he didn't have much joy in his heart, on the contrary, Zhao Heng became solemn after thinking about it, and felt that Master Ye was playing chess with him.

At least, Master Ye didn't do his best to rescue him.

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