Suddenly, the voice shifted gear. A deafening, shrill grinding sound, followed by a terrible crashing sound. In an instant, the world turned upside down and disintegrated.

Shock, vibration, spin - oppression, excruciating pain, consternation, embarrassment, terror, agitation - explosion!

The rising and expanding flames were cut and scattered. But the scattered flames suddenly gathered again, shaking, changing color, growing, and then letting out a vicious roar—becoming a red and black colorful fire dragon......

There is a man and a woman. The man is about 30 years old, tall and shaved shoulders, very handsome and beautiful. The hair is combed back, the features are well-defined, and the broad forehead is slightly pale, which seems to have no connection with the sun.

The woman was next to him. The height is just as high as the man's shoulders, and the big eyes are dripping and turning. She looked at the man with affection. The complexion is as fair as the man, and the innocent face is matched with straight short hair, which is very commensurate.

Covered in blood and shards of glass, he lay on his stomach. From the mouths of the two people, a faint * sound sounded.

The fiery dragon bared its blood-red teeth and struck them. The hot and sharp claws reached out mercilessly towards the two lying on their backs.

Yes! - The woman cried out.

She shouted hoarsely, crawling desperately to escape the dragon's attack. She fled, looking back at the man.

The man raised his arms and lifted his upper body, trying to climb out as well. But the lower half of his body has been chased by the fire dragon.

Soon, the man's body—legs, torso, arms, and hair—was bitten by the dragon's burning claws and teeth, and the red tongue licked the man several times, swallowing him in one bone.

The woman cried out for help again.

She shouted the man's name as she hurried back. Stretch out your scarred hand, grab the man's hands, and pull hard with all his might.

Seeing the woman's face, the man's dazed eyes glowed slightly, and his burned lips moved spasmodically. Apparently, the man is calling the woman's name - the name of the woman he loves most in his life......

The Colorful Fire Dragon continued to roar, tumbling and jumping.

Its invisible claws finally reached out to the woman, and the squeaky sound of burning skin was accompanied by a foul odor, and the intense pain and burning sensation gradually degenerated into a dull paralysis.

In the relentless flames that burned, men and women gasped.

A terrible, beastly cry streaked across the night sky, leaving a long epilogue. The dissonant consciousness gradually sank into the dark and bottomless abyss......

The flames burn a heart to ashes.

When the old camel woke up, he was lying on an unfamiliar bed.

Looking back on the experience at that time was like having a hazy dream.

The whole body, including the head and face, was wrapped in bandages, and even the slightest movement made it feel like a thousand needles pricking the flesh.

It seems that the injury is not light. He wondered why he was here. For him, it was more incredible than a question.

Soon the doctor appeared, a burly man of about forty years of age, with a pair of small eyes that glowed fiercely on his flat face, and slightly crooked, thick lips.

According to doctors, he suffered some kind of accident and was seriously injured. However, he did not understand at all what the doctor was saying.

Besides, he felt very strange that the doctors called him "old camel". I didn't think I was calling him at all.

He had completely forgotten his name.

The doctor's sinister gaze stared at the bandaged face lying on the bed with his back to the sky, and then, when his eyes made contact with his upward gaze, he looked away a little and told him something in a sympathetic tone.

He was arrested by the patrol room on charges of homicide, theft, and other crimes. In the process of escaping, he suffered bruises, fractures, and burns all over his body.

This bad news is like a thunderbolt from the blue, and five thunders hit the top! The old camel couldn't help but scream and twist its body.

Doctors and prison guards hurriedly held him down. Despite this, he forgot about the pain in his body, screamed and flapped his hands wildly.

The doctor injected him with opium, and soon he fell asleep. In a faint consciousness, he realized that his mind was a blank slate.

Under the effect of the drug, I woke up and woke up for several days in a row. Every time he woke up, the doctor would come and check on his physical condition and mood. But he didn't have the strength to answer.

He enclosed himself in a thick homemade cocoon. The doctor would tell you something about "him" on every round. But to his ears, it turned into meaningless empty talk detached from reality, as if it were a list of terms and calculations from esoteric academic books.

The words of the doctor at that time are no longer fully recalled.

As the days go by, the wounds in the body are slowly healing. But even after a week and two weeks, my mind was still blank.

Who is he? Isn't it an old camel? A thief?

This problem can be said to be as important as the burns all over the body and the loss of both legs. No! It was even more important than the latter, because it haunted his heart all the time.

Because of a certain chance, he found a thread that could untie the knot. Although it was only a glimmer of light, it could not allow him to immediately regain his memory, but for him in the darkness, it was better to see a ray of light.

The terrible walls of Newgate Prison hide so much misery and indescribable suffering, not only from people's eyes, but more and more for a longer time, from people's thoughts, and those walls have never seen such terrible misery.

A few people passing by the door slowed down, wondering what the man who was going to the gallows to-morrow was doing, and if they could see him, they wouldn't have wanted to sleep peacefully that night.

From dusk until almost midnight, people came to the door of the reception room in groups of twos, looking anxious to ask if they had received any orders to suspend execution.

The answer was no, and they sent the news to the crowd of people in the streets, and they made comparisons and talked to each other, saying that he would surely come out of the door, and that the gallows would be set up there, and then reluctantly walked away, and kept looking back, imagining the scene.

The people dispersed. For an hour in the middle of the night, the streets are left quiet and dark.

The empty space in front of the prison has been cleared, and several sturdy black-painted fences stretch across the road to resist the expected crowd.

At this time, Mr. Law and Yongchang appeared at the entrance of Muzha, and they were immediately allowed to enter the reception room after showing a directive signed by a magistrate granting access to the prisoner.

"Is this little gentleman going with you, sir?" Said the police officer who was in charge of guiding them the way. "It's not for a child, sir."

"Not really, friend," replied Mr. Law, "but I have a close relationship with this man. And, at the height of this man's triumph and misdeeds, this child had seen him, so I thought it would be worthwhile to endure even a certain amount of pain and fear, and that he should go and see him now. ”

These words were said on the side, so that Yongchang would not hear them. The policeman raised his hand and saluted, glanced at Yongchang with curiosity, opened another door opposite the one they had entered, and led them through the dark and winding passage to the cell.

"Here," the guard stopped in a dark-hole hallway, where two workers were silently doing some preparations.

"This is where he went on the road, and if you go this way, you can see the door through which he went out," the policeman said. ”

The guard led them to a stone-paved kitchen with several copper pots for the prisoners, and he pointed to a door.

Above the door was an open lattice window, and from outside the window there was the sound of babbling, mixed with the sound of hammers falling and planks falling on the floor. People are building the gallows.

They walked forward, through a series of sturdy cells opened by other prison guards, into a compound, and up a narrow staircase, into a corridor with a row of sturdy cells on the left side of the corridor.

The prison guard told them to wait where they were, and knocked on one of the doors with a bunch of keys. The two guards muttered a few words before they came into the corridor outside the door, stretching and seeming pleased with the impromptu shift change, and motioned for the two visitors to follow the policeman into the cell.

Mr. Luo and Yongchang walked in.

The condemned prisoner sat on the bed, his body dangling, and the expression on his face was not so much like a human being, but like a beast that had fallen into a trap.

His mind was clearly wandering around his old life, muttering incessantly, unaware of nothing but taking their arrival as part of a hallucination.

He was gurgling something.

The guard took Oliver's free hand and whispered to him not to panic, and watched without saying a word.

"Take him to bed!" The old camel cried out, "Did you hear me, how many of you?" ”

"Old camel." The prison guard spoke.

"Who are you calling?"

"Hey," said the guard, resting his hand on the old camel's chest, telling him to sit still, "someone has come to see you, and I'm afraid I'm going to ask you a few questions." Old camels, old camels. You're human, aren't you? ”

He looked up and replied, no human expression on his face, only anger and fear, "What are you talking about?" ”

As he spoke, he saw Mr. Luo and Yongchang at a glance. He retreated to the farthest corner of the stone bench and asked them what they wanted to know when they came here.

"Don't worry," said the guard, still holding him down, "please, sir, tell him whatever you want." Please hurry, the further time drags on, the worse he will be. ”

"You have a few papers in hand," said Mr. Brownlow, "for a man named Old Meng gave them to you for insurance. ”

"This is complete nonsense," replied the old camel, "and I have no documents—not a single one. ”

Mr. Luo said solemnly, "Don't talk about that now, death is approaching step by step, tell me where the documents are." You know that Zhang Fatzi has already given his life, and Lao Meng has also confessed, don't expect to get anything more, where are those documents? ”

The old camel looked at Yongchang, and suddenly said as if he was fascinated: "Do you remember the little paper boat I folded for you?" The paper boat stumbled along the rainwater-filled gutter through the dangerous whirlpool and down the street to the river......."