The shouts seemed to be so far away from a world that they could not reach the ears of the two Thorn Flowers, and Wren did not believe in evil, and when he shouted dryly, and his voice was hoarse, he gave up in a decadent manner.

He smiled self-deprecatingly and patted his cheek: "Damn, this damn place, I've been hallucinating for a long time." ”

"Well, wait, that's ...... What the? ”

Wren looked ahead suspiciously, behind the tattoo and Eve, a mass of unknown matter that was more 'black' than the endless darkness condensed together and kneaded into a human form.

The figure gradually took on a silhouette, with short black hair, not a fat figure, a strong upper body, and a long-sleeved shirt......

A chill welled over his heart, and Wren's eyes widened, and his hands trembled uncontrollably with fear.

If I'm not mistaken, the man who formed the darkness was him, it was Wren.

Fear rises like the rising tide of the sea, rising from the soles of the feet, spreading to the waist and chest, drowning Wren and making it difficult to breathe.

"Don't care, don't care...... It's just a hallucination. Wren comforted himself in his heart, grasping at the withered and fragile straw.

The other dark shadow, or 'Wren', turned his head suddenly, and this action broke Wren's last psychological defense, and he collapsed to the point where he saw 'Wren' give him a cold smile.

He even spoke—"You are not needed here, just disappear." I will be you, lead the Thorn Flower to the top step by step, and I will fulfill all your dreams. ”

"You have no regrets now, disappear."

"Sleep, sleep, kid. Only those who are innocent will sleep peacefully. You won't lose, you'll get everything, sleep. ”

In this endless darkness, Wren finally fell, his eyelids heavy as ten thousand pounds of steel, and he closed with a clatter.

Wren thought that as long as he fell asleep, fatigue and pain should be away from him, but the reality seemed to be a big joke.

He found his hands, firmly chained behind his back by a pair of rusty iron cuffs, and his bare feet on an iron plate covered with sharp barbs, which were stained with dark red, dried blood, and rust.

An iron cage that fits his height just right, enveloping Wren inside. It seemed to be a box, and his head protruded from the opening above the box, which was only as wide as his neck, and the edge was an extremely sharp blade, which frightened Wren to straighten his body and cut off his head if he could not stand on the blade.

But once he stood up straight, his feet, which were not wearing shoes, were drilled into the flesh by the iron needles on the iron plate, and Wren breathed in the cold.

What the hell is this place, Wren is about to collapse!

Look around, this is a house made of cyan stone, the size is no more than ten square meters, there are puddles of dark red things on the walls, there is a wooden frame next to it, the wooden frame has existed for I don't know how long, part of the wood is rotten and emitting a musty smell.

There was a table in the middle, and there was an oil lamp on it, and the flames were about to go out, and it was very dim. By the light, Wren saw that the shelves were full of horrible things.

Iron clips, sharp cones, soldering irons, needle ......

Wren's heart jumped, his eyes widened, this is a torture instrument, that is to say, this is a prison cell! Why is he here, and he's being tortured?

Regarding the iron box that trapped him, Wren remembered a news article he had read on the Internet before. That news introduced several major torture tools in ancient times, and what is currently used on him is the well-known 'standing cage'.

The punishment of standing cage is very easy to understand, it is to lock you in a cage and let you stand all the time, the cage is full of sharp blades, as long as you are sleepy and sleepy, once you squat, your body will be scraped by the knife above!

Wren swallowed hard, and glanced at the blades around his neck, and if he was not careful, he would have to cut off a layer of flesh.

The cruelty of this punishment is that you have a certain degree of freedom over your life. As long as you stand, you can't die, unlike other tortures, which are terrifying to hear.

But you can only stand. You have to force yourself to stand and never fall asleep. When you can't hold on any longer, those blades will remind you that even if you want to die, your body instincts won't let you get your wish.

The person who designed this thing is simply mad, standing in the cage of this torture device, will completely destroy the body and mind of the prisoner, and die a miserable death.

On the Internet, some netizens jokingly called the standing cage 'Schrödinger's cage', you can never imagine whether the prisoner dies actively or passively.

It's a controversial and interesting statement, but Wren doesn't find it funny at all, especially when you're a prisoner.

Inexplicably appeared in the dark space, and then strangely became like this, and Wren's heart was numb.

Directly in front of the cage was a heavy wooden door with a small iron window on it, and suddenly, the iron window was opened, revealing a pair of sharp and resentful eyes.

Seeing someone coming, Wren couldn't help but shout anxiously: "Let me go, I didn't do anything wrong, I just slept!" ”

The man's eyes were blood-red, and he seemed to be violently stimulated by Wren's words, and roared angrily: "Didn't do anything wrong, just slept a little?" Just a sleep, and you're going to kill him? ”

"xxx, you still don't know the sin? You will die slowly in regret and pain, die alone here, and no one will remember you! ”

Syllable!

The bars were slammed shut, leaving Wren with a blanket face.

The xxx that the man said just now is someone's name, right? It's just that the whole sentence is extremely vague here, as if it was deliberately not let Wren know.

He was lost in the long thought that this must be the clue to the mystery. After thinking about it for a while, he didn't have a clue, but the iron needles pierced in the soles of his feet made Wren cry out in pain.

An hour passed.

Half a day has passed.

Maybe it's night, and the day has passed.

Wren was still standing, his face haggard, his eyes darkened, and bloodshot inside, and he was going crazy from the torture of this cage in just one day.

Several times Wren fell headlong as if he was asleep, and the sharp blades around his neck immediately reminded Wren of the lesson of blood.

"you......"

I don't know how many times Wren complained, after a day of repeated thinking, Wren can be sure that this body is definitely not him, but he can clearly feel the physical condition, and it is very likely that the consciousness of this body will die, and he will also die.

Perhaps, he and someone 'swapped bodies', Wren thought suddenly. The other 'Wren' who appeared in the darkness may be the real master?

The more Wren thought about it, the more excited he felt, and judging from all the circumstances, this inference was the most correct guess at the moment.

So, who is the identity of this body? Faintly, Wren felt that as long as he solved this puzzle, everything would suddenly be realized.