His death was like a fuse, and the people in the cage suddenly panicked, crawling on the ground with all their strength, dragging the cage and screaming outside.

My reaction was relatively flat, I had expected that someone would die sooner or later, and maybe we would all die, but it was just a matter of time.

I looked back at the people in the iron cage next to me, and a few of them were dead in the cage at this time, and the rest were leaning on the cage with a weak face.

I closed my eyes softly and leaned against the cage without saying a word.

When people are hungry to the extreme, they don't feel hungry, but they don't feel the slightest strength in their whole body, but they are extremely thirsty, and they want to drink water very much, and their throats seem to have been stuffed with a handful of sand, and they can't secrete a little saliva under their tongues, and their lips are cracked, as if they have been cut alive with a knife.

Before noon, several more people had already fallen to the ground outside, their eyes closed, and only their bodies were still panting subconsciously, but their breathing was very weak, and they would die in a short time.

I also felt like life was slowly passing through my body.

By noon, the sun was getting hotter and stronger, and I felt like a fish washed up on the beach by the waves, and my body was like a balloon that had been punctured, and it dried up in an instant.

The people in the cage basically all fell.

By the afternoon, my consciousness was starting to blur.

Many faces suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, Da Niu, Brother Haiyang, Brother Xiaowu, Jiang Shijie, Zhang Qingshan, Yang Xue, and my mother.

I saw that they were all smiling at me, waving at me, and motioning for me to go find them.

I was so happy to see them that I strode towards them.

But at that moment, I heard someone behind me shouting at me, a crisp voice.

I jerked to my feet, and when I looked back to see the big white legs, she smiled at me and called me back.

I was standing in the middle of them, hesitating.

At this moment, I felt a chill on my face, and when I looked up, I saw that it was raining lightly.

I subconsciously stretched out my tongue and felt the coldness on my tongue.

The figure in front of me dissipated instantly, and I opened my eyes suddenly, and found that before I knew it, the sky had already darkened, and at this time, the sky was falling with a light rain.

As soon as I saw that there was water, I quickly used the last of my strength to pull the steel bar and raise my head, open my mouth, and then the rain in the sky.

I opened my mouth almost greedily to suck the rain that fell on my mouth and tongue, and I felt sweeter than I had ever felt before.

I looked down at the people around me, trying to alert them that it was raining.

But at this time, I realized that many of them had stiffened and lost their breath, and even those who were still alive were already in a coma, holding their bodies with their hands and not moving.

I couldn't help but feel sad that I was the only one who waited for this rain in the end.

I raised my head again, desperately open my mouth, trying to maximize the area of contact between my mouth and the rain.

The rain gradually started to get heavier after a while, and I didn't dare to drink too much all the time, so I reached out and tore a piece of cloth off the edge of my underwear, let the rain wet the rag, and then put it aside and saved it for tomorrow.

The rain stopped after a while, because I was wet from the rain, so it was unexpectedly cold, so I took off the underwear from the dead person's body, and then wrung it out vigorously, wiped my body clean, and then wrung it out and wiped it again.

In that case, I was left with the instinct to survive, and I didn't think about whether it was dirty or not.

All I need is to survive.

This rain kept me through tonight.

But when the sun came out in the morning, I felt that my body was almost hollowed out, my eyelids were heavy, I couldn't sit still, and my buttocks had already been broken by grit, but I had no instinct and no pain.

I was now at the end of my crossbow, and when the wind blew, my body was like a dry leaf, and I could no longer support it, and slowly fell to the side, lying on the ground like everyone else.

My eyes were half-open, and I felt the scene in front of me blur and I could hear my own breathing clearly.

At that moment, there was a small sound of unlocking, and then two soldiers walked in, helped me up, and carried me out.

I used the last shred of my will to keep myself from fainting, and turned my head to look at the side, only to see that the cages next to me had also been opened one after another, and one or two people who could only survive were brought out.

I couldn't hold it anymore, my eyelids were extremely heavy, and I desperately wanted to sleep.

The last sight I saw before I fell unconscious was two small three-story buildings.

I don't know how long it took, but I slowly opened my eyes and felt very weak.

It took me a long time to judge the environment I was in, and found that it was a very small space, with walls on top and on three sides, and a light bulb with a faint white light hanging on the top of the wall, and a heavy iron door at my feet, the structure of this place was somewhat similar to the private room of a prison.

I turned my head to look and saw that I had a small needle on my arm at this time, and there was a plastic hose on the needle, and I looked up and saw an iron frame at the head of the bed, hanging a hanging bottle, and the contents of the hanging bottle were dripping drop by drop, along my arm into the body.

I got up from the bed, got up and looked at the contents of the hanging bottle, and saw that it was glucose, and then I was relieved.

As soon as I sat down, the heavy iron door was suddenly opened, and two soldiers walked in, one of whom came to look at the bottle that was about to be dripped out, pulled the needle out of my arm, and then walked out with the hanging bottle and the iron frame.

Another soldier now carried an iron plate with a small amount of food and a small glass of water in his hand, and placed it on the ground in front of me, and then he turned and went out.

With a bang, the heavy iron door was pulled shut again.

When I saw the food and water on the plate, I was already excited, so I immediately picked up the water, took a sip carefully, and then picked up the potato balls inside with a knife and ate it in one bite, then a cup of beef, followed by two slices of lettuce.

After eating, the plate was empty, so I took the water and drank it down.

I clicked my lips and felt very unproductive, neither full nor thirsty.

I walked to the bed and sat down, and found that the injuries on my buttocks and body had been treated, and I was wearing a simple and clean light green dress, a bit like a hospital gown.

I sat on the bed, leaning against the wall behind me, as I did in the iron cage, closing my mind.

Since I don't know where I am or what exactly they are going to do, the best way to do it is to close my eyes and recover my strength, and when I get the chance, at least have the strength to escape.

After a while, the iron door was opened again, and another soldier entered, still holding an iron plate with two boiled asparagus, a small slice of chicken breast, half a cut of corn, and a glass of water.

He put it down and put away the other empty plate, and I quickly picked up the contents of the plate and ate it clean.

This was repeated several times, and at the end I could probably guess that they would come in every two to three hours and deliver food.

Because the walls are airtight and there are no windows, I can't tell the difference between day and night.

There was a side pit on one side of the room, blocked by a small stone wall, and a foul smell permeated the room.

When they brought me something in, I ate it, and when it was finished, I ran to bed to rest, and when I was sleepy, I fell asleep.

This environment is much better than an iron cage.

If I were an ordinary person, I might have collapsed a long time ago, but I don't feel lonely at all.

I feel that although I am imprisoned and have no freedom, I don't have the slightest pressure to think about who I want to kill or who I want to kill.

When I close my eyes, I miss my mom and Big White Legs, the time we spent together as a family of three.

In this way, day and night, I don't know how many days have passed, and I feel that my body has returned to its previous heyday.

That day, the iron door was opened, and the soldiers came in with a plate of food, but this time there was a lot of food on the plate, and on one side of the plate, there was a dagger.