A thought came to me: Could it be that I am already dead?

The so-called hell is nothing more than that, right? There are only a few dozen torches burning weakly in the black holes here, some of them have already burned to the ashes, and there is a little red left, shining on everything that is blurred.

Even the most hazy dreams I've ever had are clearer than they are now!

I floated up and down in the water, my feet were not at the bottom, and I didn't know how deep they were.

The man next to him was struggling in terror, and he was tossing and screaming, and he was screaming, and the water poured into his throat, and the shrill cry of terror became a dull rumbling sound.

He sank, and as soon as he sank, he was gone, and only the white eyes remained in my impression.

The water is a bit salty, like salt water. The water is red, well, the surface of the water illuminated by the fiery torches is definitely red. But it seems to be a little too red, and some of the red is actually a trace of it - it must be blood!

At this time, I realized that many people were already dead. Some of them were scratched to death, their brains leaked out, and they floated in the water in white flowers, like frozen tofu eaten in winter. Some of the stomachs were scratched, and the intestines came out, so they were boiled and burned in Chang'an County, a time-honored brand in Chang'an County. Some people obviously fell in places where they shouldn't have fallen, their whole bodies fell apart, and their bones were shattered, just like the Xiliang sheep scorpions sold in Chang'an County.

The living and the swimmers swam to the shore, and the people on the shore stretched out their hands and pulled them up one by one.

There were also people on the shore who used nets made of large bamboo poles to catch the debris in the water, but no one tried to save the unlucky ghost who could not swim. They fell 1,000 meters and survived, and drowned!

The man with the wooden horn shouted, "Go inside, the living!" If you can go, hurry up! Quick, stunned! I'll throw you back again! ”

My eyes slowly adapted to the dark environment.

This is a hall, which is exactly the same as the hall above, and there are dozens of gates facing dozens of roads, and many people are going out through the gates.

I followed the frightened people through a door.

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It was also a large hall, with two doors in the front and back, and there were many people in the room, dozens of "old people", and more "newcomers".

Naturally, the old men had been thrown down before, and at this time they were carrying torches, dressed in dry clothes, and shouting at the newcomers; The newcomers were just thrown down, and like me, some were still handcuffed or cuffed, and everyone was wet and covered in wounds.

One person shouted, "Come here from the medical examination class!" Demolition class come! The transport team hurriedly sent the hemp rope and leg cuffs to the warehouse! Hurry up! The guards are all assembled! ”

What's going on? So professional!

Another shouted, "All newcomers stand in line!" , stand still! Sign up one by one and see what you're up for! If it's useless, you have to give it away! ”

After saying that, he picked up the leg cuffs and began to whip the newcomers who were looking curiously.

We lined up at a large stone table, and there was a man — I later learned that it was the head of the registration squad, and there were countless registration classes in the prison, and the registration class was just one of countless specialized classes — one by one, and then wrote down the parchment in thick red ink. What the hell, why is there red ink and parchment? Do you think this is singing?

The head of the registration class asked everyone, "Who are you?" What did you do before? What did you do? Do you want to live? ”

Those who are frightened, do not speak, and do not cooperate will be sent away; Those who answer incorrectly will be sent away, and those who are not satisfied with the answer will be sent away.

The registration squad leader said, "No, this is the material!" Back to the furnace! ”

What the hell is the material? What is the purpose of remelting?

I saw that this person was sent back, and the five big and three rough guys in the guard class dragged that person out directly, and I don't know where he was sent, I guess it's definitely not a good place.

Soon it'll be me.

The head of the registration class on the stone bench and behind the stone table asked me.

I replied, "My name is Dongfang...... Well, my name is Chen Ju. ”

He said impatiently, "What the hell is it called!" Be clear! ”

I was covered in wounds, and even the hair on the back of my head was gone—I don't know when it would grow out, and I hope my scalp isn't broken, otherwise I won't have any hairstyle in my life. My front teeth are loose and my lips are broken, and I guess they should be swollen like two big sausages by now. Speaking is especially uncomfortable, and every time I spit out a word, it is like eating a tribulus terrestris.

I said, "The name is meaningless, the talent is the essence." I can even say that man is not the essence, but the mind is. And the essence of thought is embodied in ......"

He slapped the stone table: "Damn, shut up!" Hurry up and say what you're going to do, or send it back! ”

Me: "I can read." ”

Him: "I'll still eat!" Who told you to read a book and said what you would do! Useful, we don't have idlers here, tell me what you can do for us! ”

Me: "I make explosives and poison gas. ”

He was furious: "This man is a fool! Material! Back to the furnace! ”

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Ay! I'm always self-defeating! I'm curious about the materials and remelting, but I don't want to test it myself!

A couple of big guys came and grabbed me and put me with the hurt guys and fools.

I shouted: "I am the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, I can do everything, etiquette, medical treatment, treasury management, etc., ......"

The head of the registration squad said disdainfully: "You think I haven't met the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs?" You can't brag well, but you can be the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs if you are in your twenties? ”

I was about to speak, and I was about to say that Zhao Yuyang was already the crown prince, the governor, and the commander of the forbidden army when he was only in his twenties, when the guard squad kicked me in the stomach: "Shut up!" ”

I bent over in pain. Now I don't have a good place in my body.

There are more and more of these "reheated materials", and they are all blind guys, and they don't know what fate awaits us.

At this time, a person came over. This man had thick eyebrows and a square face, and as soon as he came, all the old people stood up respectfully and shouted, "Boss! ”

The boss nodded and said, "6578!" A few more people in the toilet class were smoked to death, and a lot of infections were infected, see if there is a suitable one, pick a few and send them over! ”

It turns out that the registration squad leader is called "6578"! What the hell is this name!

6578 said, "Okay boss, this is it." ”

The boss turned and left, and 6578 respectfully sent him out.

I shouted, "I'm from a household!" I cleaned the toilet for 20 years before entering the palace, and believe me, I will definitely do it well! ”

6578 glanced at me and shouted, "You, first floor, toilet class!" ”

Is it necessary to stratify even an underground prison? How many floors are there? What are they for? I don't dare ask, though.

So I was thrown into another row, and one by one the people in this row were leading to another small door.

While I was waiting, I heard 6578 continue to ask, and someone replied: "My name is Chen Acai, the imperial official of the Wupin Harem, and the assistant to the head of the imperial kitchen." ”

6578 said, "Very good, second floor, cooking class." ”

I want to shout: "I'm a second-class official!" Governor of the Interior and Lieutenant General of the Forbidden Army! ”

But think about it, forget it, just pick up a life, don't die.

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A dozen of us were escorted by the guard squad for several hundred meters to another large room with the words "Mark Squad" written on it.

It was like hell inside, and I saw a dozen people from the marking squad marking each newcomer with red-hot iron rods, and the room was filled with the smell of barbecue, which made me even hungrier.

A man rummaged through a lot of bloody handkerchief-like things on the ground and said, "Recently, there has been more poisonous gas, and so many people have died!" Hundreds of people died in one day! ”

When it was my turn, the guard who escorted me said, "This guy goes to the toilet shift!" ”

He took out a "handkerchief" from the ground and looked at it carefully.

That's when I realized that those things were all human skins! It's the human skin on the chest! There is also a chest on the human skin, and all kinds of branding, and those imprints are numbers.

The man said, "14721! Just dead, that's it. ”

Several guards tied me to a stone pillar, and a marker took out a small red-hot iron rod from the oil drum and wrote "14721" crookedly on my chest.

It hurt so much that I almost fainted!

The man threw the human skin with "14721" written on it into the oil drum.

Watching the imprint of "14721" turn to ashes little by little, I finally understood my destiny – or the fate of humanity.

The previous 14721 must be like this, when I die, they will burn the 14721 on my chest, and then another 14721 will reappear, and then the cycle will go on indefinitely.

It's like a father dies and leaves a son; The son died, leaving behind the grandson...... But no matter how much they toss, they won't change a single thing in the world...... Everything is a meaningless cycle...... Everything is meaningless......

I was covered in wounds, and now I have a new wound on my chest, so I was dragged into the toilet shift.