My left hand was scarred, even though it was bandaged I knew it was absolutely a blur of flesh and blood, and the penetrating wound on the palm of my hand had made five of my fingers unable to move, and even the whole palm was no longer perceptual, and I was very afraid that it would be useless, or that there would be some sequelae.

The last thing I want is that I can't continue to be a soldier, and to take the simplest example, if my left hand is disabled, I can't do a lot of things, including being able to hold a gun.

They took me to interrogate in the morning, I was released at night, I didn't eat anything for the whole day, I lay in bed with a dead heart, hunger and exhaustion all night, I couldn't sleep, or rather, I couldn't sleep at all.

The pain in the wound on my left hand reminded me all the time that this was not a dream, it was real.

There was a reason why I was able to get out of that interrogation room alive, and my personal assumption is that they didn't dare kill me yet.

At least I can see that they don't dare for the time being, and until they find out who I am, and in front of any substantive evidence, they can't convict me of any crime, but to release me back.

I knew in my heart that in a short time, they would not come to interrogate me again, and I could use this time to recover from my injuries, and at this time, I had been in this prison for nearly half a month.

Listening to the snoring around me one after another, at a certain moment, I thought I was on the bed in the army, on the top bunk, it was Wang Li, and around me, I was my comrades in the same class, they were so cute, friendly, loyal, I looked at the black air in front of me, what was I waiting for?

I'm waiting for a handover? Or are you waiting for Wang Li's probe to tell me to go smoking? Or am I waiting for that wake-up call that I hear every day? The pain in my left hand woke me up again, and my tears flowed unconsciously.

All night, I was thinking about the past, savoring the ups and downs of the army little by little, maybe only in this way can I forget the pain for a while.

As I fell asleep, the man named Murd woke me up, and he cautiously asked me how I was okay.

I smiled and replied that I was fine.

He nodded and helped me up, now it's time for dinner, it's not like someone in the army to give you food back, and at this time, I'm already very hungry, after a night's rest, my body has somewhat recovered some strength, but the spirit is very bad.

It could also be a problem with too much blood loss, and I felt like I was walking a little bit from side to side like I was drunk.

Murd hurriedly grabbed my arm.

"Thank you"

"You're welcome, it's inconvenient for you to walk, just let me hold you."

The guards here almost knew me and what was going on with me, but no one spoke, just smiled and looked away.

I looked at Med, who was holding me half a head shorter than me, and I asked, "Why are you locked in?"

Murd looked ahead and explained softly, it turned out that he was an officer of their country's intelligence agency, and once again he was exposed by an informant on the border street, and he was caught in the middle, he had been locked up here for more than a month, more than ten days before me.

I looked at the expatriates around me and whispered, "Are they all?"

"Of course not, my friend, some of them are drug smuggling or have something to do with terrorist organizations," said Murder.

I remembered the white gay man, the standard drug addict, and I immediately understood in my heart, but I don't know why he was being held in such a small prison.

I even began to wonder if this was a prison or some other shelter or detention center.

At the dinner table, I could barely eat with my right hand holding the utensils, and Murd was sitting next to me, and I felt very warm in this environment.

I said, "Merde, you can leave me alone, I've offended a lot of people here."

I saw him look at me: "I'm not afraid of them, and you must know that the workers of your country have built a lot of roads in our country, given us weapons, and helped us, and now I am here to help you, isn't it?"

Murder's words made me pause.

I still remember his words, and although they may seem like ordinary words, I know very well that a person who can always keep the great interests of the nation in mind will not be able to bring down the country.

In fact, Murder is very handsome, he is a year older than me, he looks like a typical handsome guy in the Middle East, with a mustache that is not long or short, his face is angular, his facial features are concave and convex, he is a little shorter, I am 176 and he is 170, until now I have never met a Westerner as handsome as Murder, if he is asked to make a movie, I dare to believe that he will definitely gain the favor of many female fans.

Hardly for a moment, we were not at peace when I saw that my left hand was injured and that several white men were sitting next to us with plates.

"Hey, Murder, I guess the next thing has nothing to do with you."

Murder put down the dishes: "What do you want to do, don't mess around here, I'll call the prison guards."

"Oh... God"

"Oh."

A few white people seemed to have heard the biggest joke.

One of them went across from me: "Hey, Bruce Lee, what's going on with your hand, can you tell us about it?" Share your heroic deeds with us. ”

I ignored him and ate on my own.

"Hey! Stay away from him! As he spoke, he stood up, and several white men immediately grabbed him, and the restaurant was already in a mess, and the prison guards were too lazy to take care of it, so no one noticed anything here.

I put the plastic spoon in my mouth and bit it, then secretly squeezed it in my hand, turned back to them and said, "Let him go, we just want to eat here."

The white man sitting across from me stood up and laughed, saying, "What? Dine? Guess what I'm going to do next? ”

I stared at him, my eyes already on fire.

I saw him reach out and knock my plate and Mord's plate directly to the ground, and there was a burst of laughter around him.

I stood up suddenly, and a few white people also stood up, and now my left hand is no longer able to move, and my physical condition is very bad, and if I really fight, I may not be able to defeat a few of them at all.

Merdra said to a couple of white men, "Okay, okay, let's get out of here, let's go, let's go, okay?"

He quickly pulled me to the side, and behind him there was the laughter of several white men.

I was still clutching the plastic spoon in my hand.

We were leaning against the corner, my body was still a little uncomfortable, and I crouched on the ground to take a break.

Murd also squatted down: "Don't go to your heart, you know, here, this is the norm."

I asked, "Has it always been like this?"

Murder nodded: "Racial discrimination exists everywhere, I think it's better to stay away from them, isn't it?"

"Murd, how long are we going to be locked up here, there is no trial, and I don't even know what I'm charged with." I asked the question I had always wanted to ask but didn't get a chance to ask.

"There's a lot of corruption here, and the bosses in this prison are even involved in the drug deal, so you can see a lot of addicts here, up to three months, and they have no evidence against me and they have to send me back home, and I'm sure you'll be my friend too," Murd said.

I remembered the blood on the floor of the interrogation room and asked, "Have you been interrogated?" ”

Murd shook his head, "I can't do it for them to interrogate me, but I can guess what you're holding on." ”

I leaned against the cold wall and said, "You guessed it, Merde, but I'm not telling you, I want to go back now."

He reached out and patted me on the shoulder, and we crouched on the ground looking at the dilapidated concrete roof, and now I finally understood what it meant to be at first sight, and Murder gave me a very friendly feeling, and he was as simple as his person.

I've even doubted Madder sometimes, and honestly, it's impossible not to doubt that there is a person in this environment who is constantly helping you, how can I not doubt it?

But what happened later proved that I was overthinking.