It's like a world without light, surrounded by walls, with no light, no sound, and no people. There was a deathly silence all around, only the faint sound of breathing could be heard, and there was a deep and even quiet sound that even the sound of a heartbeat could be heard clearly.

What kind of world is this, why is there darkness around it, and where is the so-called light?

There is no light here, this is a place of filth in the midst of a chaotic world, but this dark room is the place of death in this filthy place. The number of people who died in this dark room was not large, but those who entered it must have been carried out and pronounced death. And will Yang Fan be able to escape the doom of this death, and will he be able to survive another catastrophe in his life?

The second morning after entering the prison, he was sent to the dark room, and he Yang Fan was definitely the first person in the history of the first prison, and probably the last. His horrific record is probably something that no one in this first prison has been able to break.

"That's it, my head hurts, what's going on?" The weak Yang Fan didn't know how long it took to finally wake up a little bit, and slowly opened his eyes, but found that everything around him was dark, where is this?

"Am I dead?" Yang Fan asked himself.

However, just when he was confused and entangled, he heard a noise, and a ray of light sneaked in from in front of him, only to see a few steamed buns and a bowl of water on the ground after the light disappeared again.

"Are you locked up?"

By the light from before, he could see clearly where he was, the room was not big but four or five square meters. There was nothing in it, not even a toilet. The surrounding walls were covered in blood, and pools of blood warned everyone that this was not a good place.

When Yang Fan first arrived, he didn't know what this place was, and he hadn't heard of any black rooms. But he clearly knew that every prison would have one or two torture places, and he must be the one he stayed in.

To cripple five prisoners in the same prison is probably not an exaggeration to send oneself to this place where disobedient prisoners are punished!

When he thought of this, Yang Fan's heart became calm, because this was the most serious problem in the future, not how he spent his time here, but his head seemed to be about to explode, and the painful feeling had an urge to die.

"Ahh Yang Fan shouted, the pain made him just want to play with that wall and bang, but the shred of reason in his heart told him that he couldn't do this.

He reached out at the door and took the steamed buns, and put one directly in his mouth, plugging it to prevent his teeth from biting his tongue. After that, he endured the severe pain, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and even his eyes seemed to burst out.

It was as if his brain had been cut by something, and the wisps of pain in the depths of his soul were constantly attacking the nerves of his brain, as if they were going to completely annihilate him in the frenzy of pain.

His hands clawed at the hard wall, hoping to ease the bone-rotting pain in his mind

I don't know how long it took, Yang Fan felt that he was completely numb, and the severe pain made his whole body fall into a tense state, as if he might collapse at any time. He didn't know what pain was anymore, because his nerves were almost tormented.

His clothes were already soaked at some point, and the wetness was uncomfortable, and the severe pain and numbness completely sent him into a coma again

Unconsciously, in this dark room, a fishy smell was permeating, if there was light, you must be able to see layers of black dirt wrapped in this Yang Fan's skin, it was these things that exuded that fishy smell.

If Murong Jue was here, he would definitely be surprised, because this Yang Fan's skin was whiter than before, I'm afraid that those beauties who thought they had fair and shiny skin now wouldn't be so white, right?

"Knock knock eat, eat!" The guard slammed the iron door with an iron rod, and then a bright light appeared, and the plates inside were taken away and replaced with a few steamed buns, and the water was still there.

"Shui Shui" Yang Fan, who was unconscious when he heard this voice, finally came to his senses and screamed for water.

He had sweated so much yesterday that his lips were now white and parched. Slowly, Yang Fan opened his eyes, and a light flashed through his eyes, but he was soon stimulated by a pain.

He raised his hand weakly, it turned out that his hand was injured yesterday when his hand was in a frenzy when he was in severe pain in the brain, the so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, so he felt the severe pain back today.

These little pains were nothing to him who had experienced the heart-rending pain yesterday, and soon a slight smile appeared on his face, because he found that his head no longer hurt, and it was much easier.

"Coo-goo" Yang Fan's stomach rang out unseasonably, and only then did he realize that he was hungry. I didn't eat last night, and now I haven't eaten, how can I not be hungry?

Standing up cautiously, he walked towards the door with his back bent, picked up the bowl and drank the water in a big gulp, and with the other hand picked up a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. Soon the four steamed buns on this plate were swept away by him. But he still felt the obvious hunger, and the four steamed buns he ate before were as if he hadn't eaten them. At this time, he remembered the steamed buns that he kneaded yesterday, but those were no longer known to be dirty.

"What the hell is this, it stinks!" Yang Fan looked at the black thing on the white steamed bun and said.

"Hey, what's the matter, why does it smell like this?"

Yang Fan had already walked inside a little, but the smell seemed to be ghostly, and it was even stronger than before.

"What is this?" After searching carefully, he realized that the source of the smell was actually his own body, and he found that his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of black dirt, and the smell of the smell was from the dirt.

Although this is in prison, if you let you have such a smell on your body all day long, you will also be crazy, Yang Fan wants to get rid of these things, desperately trying to wipe these things off with his clothes.

It took him a while to wipe the things off a little bit, but the unpleasant smell still lingered, as if he had taken a fancy to him. Finally, this Yang Fan stopped wiping, so he could only accept his fate, this thing was with him.

"By the way, why did I know what other people were thinking just now, and what was going on?" At this time, Yang Fan remembered the two strange thoughts that appeared in his mind before he fell unconscious, he was sure that those thoughts must have come from the thoughts of the prison doctor and the deputy prison warden, but why did this appear in his mind?

"Hey, what is this?" Yang Fan, who was suddenly thinking about the problem, felt as if he had touched some memory, and was suddenly overwhelmed by this powerful memory stream.

Others have to endure the seven days of darkness, loneliness, loneliness, and numbness in this dark room, but this Yang Fan was dizzy as soon as he came in, and then he was awake and unconscious, and now he was unconscious again. Did he pass out in a coma for seven days?

This time, Yang Fan was not in a coma for a while, and it didn't take long for him to come to his heart. When he woke up, he suddenly found that there was a lot more in his mind, and in an instant his mouth opened wide in surprise, enough to fit a fist.

"How is this possible?" Yang Fan said in surprise, and it could be clearly seen in his eyes that it was surprise, joy, and disbelief

How do I have these things in my head, what is this, what is this? All of a sudden, Yang Fan didn't know how many question marks there were in his mind, and for a moment he sat on the ground in a daze, his eyes rolling back and forth in the dark room.