Thankfully, the natives didn't bother me today, and I knew that they wouldn't give up, and if they were released four or five people by a foreigner in their own country, they wouldn't be locked up in this bird place, and if they could, they wouldn't be natives.

In the afterglow, I can see them looking at me from time to time, and then discussing something together, they must clean me up, they must find a way to clean me up, and I always have a bad premonition in my heart.

And when we returned to the dormitory after breakfast, two prison guards came in, and I thought they were coming at me, but no, they walked around me and walked straight to a black man sleeping at the foot of the wall, and then handcuffed him and took him away.

The black man had rarely spoken since I came in, he was not as tall and strong as the other black men, but on the contrary he appeared very thin, and I suspect that this black man may have had something to do with drugs.

Without saying a word, we watched as the black man was taken out the door.

I don't know what this prison is like, they don't need us to do anything, they just spend their days in a daze in the dormitory except for eating, and then take a person from the dormitory from time to time.

It seems that everyone else in the dormitory rarely speaks, and everyone tacitly agrees to reduce the conversation and try not to reveal their identities and other information.

Fortunately, there is a time for us to be active every few days, otherwise, such a group of people may really be sick.

In the evening, the black man was sent back, and like me, he collapsed to the ground as soon as he entered the door, unlike him, who was not abused like I was, and had no wounds on his body.

Then the guard did not leave, but walked towards me again, and my heart tensed again.

And yet their target was still not me, but my top bunk, Med.

He looked back at me when he was taken out by the guards, and I looked at him, but I could only watch as he was taken out, and the door was locked, leaving a black man slumped to the ground.

A Brazilian, who usually had a good relationship with the black man, walked over and helped him up and whispered something, from beginning to end, I didn't say a word, I just lay in bed in a daze.

After Murder was taken away, I began to feel a little worried, and inevitably, Murd was the only person in this place who had helped me.

But in less than ten minutes, Murd was brought back, seemingly uninterrogated or ill-treated, just climbing into his bunk and staring at the roof without saying a word.

I stood up and asked, "Med, are you okay?" ”

He ignored me, his eyes fixed on the roof, and I had no choice but to give up.

At night, when I was still in the fugue, the top bunk of Merd gently came down and squatted next to me.

I whispered, "What's wrong?" ”

The light was dim, and I couldn't make out Murd's expression, only one of his outlines.

"My friend, do you believe me?"

I hesitated, then nodded, "Yes, I believe you." ”

I was visibly hesitant to say this, but it was quick and clear.

Murd looked at the others who were sleeping and whispered, "I may not be able to go out for a short time, my friend." ”

I was a little incredulous: "What? Why? ”

"Yes, you heard it right, if you have a chance to go out first, please help me with one thing."

I wondered, "What's the matter?" ”

"I'll give you a number, it's my boss, remember to call him and explain my situation when I go out, because only then can I get out."

I nodded sneeringly, it is impossible for the prisoners who are being held here to contact the outside world, and many of them have disappeared as if they had evaporated from the world after being arrested, just like me.

I knew how Murd was feeling, and I might have been desperate if the magpie hadn't come to see me.

I memorized the number he said, kept it in my heart, and then nodded to him and said, "No problem, I'll help you." ”

Murd clasped my right hand tightly, "You are the only person I can trust, can you tell me your name?" ”

I thought about it: "My name is Xiaochen"

"Chen, I can see that you are an excellent soldier, and I hope that one day, we can meet again."

In the dark, I can imagine that Murder is very happy, every country has an intelligence organization, which is what we commonly call spies, and each country has different policies towards spies, in this country, espionage crimes are very likely to face life imprisonment, Murder put his only hope on me, which shows that he trusts me very much.

When we returned to the dormitory the next day after breakfast, we found that we had one man missing, a native, who also spoke very little and lay on the top bunk of a Brazilian every day.

We all thought that the native had been taken to the interrogation room by the prison guards, so we didn't pay much attention.

After a while, the iron door was opened, and this time four prison guards entered, and they violently dragged Mord off the bed.

I stood up to stop it, but one of the guards pulled out an electric baton and yelled, "Sit down!" ”

I could only sit on the bed, I don't know what was going on, it was different from before, how did four come this time? My heart suddenly became uneasy.

In the afternoon, when Murd was brought back, he was thrown to the ground, and he was unconscious, and I sat up immediately.

Several doctors then came in, bandaged Mod briefly, and walked out.

When I saw that they were all gone, I hurriedly ran forward to check on his injuries, and Mad's little finger was cut off by Zigan, and there were many wounds on his body that had been cut by sharp weapons of all sizes, and the large wounds were stitched up, and the small wounds were left alone, and this was only a wound that could be seen, and I didn't know if his internal organs were injured.

I walked to the door and banged on the iron door: "Hey! He needs to go to the hospital! He's going to die! Have you listened to me!! ”

A prison guard walked up quickly: "Shut up! Get back! ”

"He needs to go to the hospital! He needs help! ”

"I'll let you go back! Shut up! ”

I stretched out my right middle finger and scolded, "Fuck you! You are abusive! I will go to the international tribunal to accuse you!! I don't care about you! ”

Then I was hit with an electric baton, I shivered, and then sat down on the ground with my legs limp.

At night, I could only do my anxiety by staying by Merd's side, and Merd slowly opened his eyes and seemed to regain some consciousness.

I shook his hand: "What did they do to you?" ”

"Dust, I'm fine, last night's conversation was overheard by that native person, but he didn't hear it clearly, and then he exposed me, you have to be careful, dust, I, I'm afraid they will look for you."

I turned my head to look at the empty bed, and I suddenly understood that it was the native, and the anger in my heart instantly came out.

"Don't worry, Med." I crouched down beside him: "I'll teach that guy a lesson, but for now, you have to rest." ”

"You know what, I have a wife, very beautiful, I also have a lovely three-year-old daughter, I can dream about them every day, I, I miss them."

I said, "I miss my family too, hold on, you'll be reunited, trust me." ”

With that, Murd closed his eyes, breathed steadily, and I gradually relaxed.

I had to climb into his bunk and get up in the wee hours of the night to go to the bathroom, thinking of checking on him.

I reached out and saw that Murd had a high fever and was breathing very weakly, and my heart instantly rose to my throat.

The situation is very bad, and his wounds are most likely infected! The respiratory system is also very weak.

Ignoring that the others were still sleeping, I quickly ran to the iron door and slapped vigorously: "Come and help!" He's dying!! ”

"Come on! He's going to die! Help me! The iron door in front of me was slammed hard by me and made a "clang" sound.

Everyone else was awakened by me, and the guards opened the door and rushed in when they heard the shouting, and they pulled out electric batons and cornered me.

Then the doctors trotted over, and when they saw Murder's condition, they decided to transfer him to the hospital.

I stood at the foot of the wall and looked angrily at the doctors, if it weren't for them, Murd wouldn't be like this, and if it weren't for him, Murd wouldn't be interrogated.

Murd was carried out, the door was slammed shut again, and the hanging heart was relieved.

The dormitory of six people, now there are only four people left, one Brazilian, one black, one Filipino, and the remaining one, which is me.

The situation of the black man was much better, and even though I didn't know what he had done, I always had no good feelings for him, and the Brazilian and the Filipino basically didn't talk to each other except for the necessary exchanges.

I was lying in bed, and the fact that Murd was being sent for treatment gradually relieved me, and the exertion of the past few days made me unable to hold back my sleepiness and fell asleep in a daze.

Trust is something that is sometimes easy to build, and here, trust is the most lacking thing, and our trust is mutual, isn't it?