William struggled through a period of mental breakdown.

He really didn't want to think about that time anymore, even if it wasn't long, two days, three days, thanks to his ability to self-regulate.

Those few days, albeit very short, theoretically. For him, it's like a year.

Anyone has that tormented time, and for William, for those days, he didn't want to do anything, like walking with the corpse, but he was extremely irritable, he roared loudly, banged the door that closed his door, he knew very well that no one would come to ask, and even he wasn't sure if the voice could get out.

He hadn't heard anything from the whole time, except his own.

Nor had he seen a single living person.

It was this that made his mental state on the verge of collapse.

He ended up sleeping for the day, and even though the door was open and those damn machines were waving electric batons at him, he refused to go out.

The robot kept increasing the power of the machine, and he could bear it at first, but as the power continued to increase, he screamed, and his body kept twisting in pain.

He screamed, the door was open, and he saw the loophole, the robot that ran along the wall of the outer corridor could only extend to the outside of the room, but its electric baton could reach anywhere in the room.

The battery seems to have been ramped up to the top.

William had no strength to shout by the electricity, he could only pant heavily, this huge electricity had made his limbs twitch, incontinent, and even saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth, he couldn't control his mouth.

He has completely lost control of his body.

But.

His consciousness was still in a daze.

He could clearly hear a dull noise coming from the corridors outside the corridors!

There are others here!

Someone in the same situation as him!

The damn robot, as if instructed by something, retreated, and the moment it exited, the door closed silently.

William's body was still trembling, and the only thing he could do was close his eyes.

The current was still swimming around in his body, and before, the powerful current increased so that he didn't have time to feel the feeling of the current in his body, at this time, the current weakened, and his senses slowly returned.

He felt the electricity cut his bones in half, as if they had been cut in half by a knife, from the skull, torso, upper limbs, and lower limbs to all the bones of his body.

The weakening of the power was even more obvious, and he felt that the weakened current was swimming between the muscles, numb, itchy, and even made him feel a little comfortable.

William closed his eyes unconsciously, and he fell asleep peacefully on the ground.

When he woke up, he felt extremely relaxed. But the sticky feeling under his body made him feel a fly in the ointment.

He moved slightly, but only tilted his head up, and when he saw clearly underneath him, he lay down again.

He glanced at it, and there was no discomfort.

But just like a person who drinks a lot, when he wakes up and sees himself lying in a pile of vomit, he slowly crawls upward, as if trying to get out of his control while the excrement under him is not paying attention.

William crawled for a while before realizing that he was breathing closely.

He stood up, and when he saw the foul of filth in front of him, he took off his pants, and then his clothes, which he wanted to wipe the floor.

He stopped, thought for a moment, and chose not to care about the pool on the ground, but threw all his clothes and pants into the sink, and instead of washing them, he stuffed them into the sink.

He was back on the ground again, differently, this time naked, lying in a clean place.

His thoughts had been completely controlled, and the coldness of the ground only made him a little uncomfortable at first, and after a while, the temperature of his body warmed up the ground, and he calculated the time.

It should be about the same.

The moment the door opened, he heard the synthetic time.

"It's time to let the wind out! The prisoner inside stepped out of the area within 1 minute. ”

"Am I naked?" William stood up, and as he stood up, his hand pressed the filth he excreted, seemingly inadvertently.

"Ten seconds countdown! The prisoner immediately stands in the relevant area! ”

William walked out of the room naked like this, and gestured with his hurried hand in front of the T-shaped robot that had already stretched out the electric baton, and scolded at the same time.

The robot wouldn't have given him any reaction anyway.

He walked forward, the robot following closely behind him.

Intentionally or unconsciously, he walked diagonally to the side, until the sound of electricity behind him increased, and he stopped continuing to approach the wall.

That's enough distance.

William stared at the first door in front of him, his right hand was slightly flat, he carefully turned the filth in his hand to his left, he didn't care about the camera above.

He even glared at the camera with a defiant expression.

His hand slapped against the door at this moment.

The electric baton behind him also touched his back in an instant. He stumbled, retracted his hand in time, and fell forward. He cursed, his hand pressed on the second door diagonally, he cursed on his lips, and when he saw the electric baton, he stood up with a spirit and continued to walk forward.

William gave himself less than ten minutes.

In these ten minutes, he had to put up five doors.

He has overfinished two doors.

He looked at the electric baton behind him.

He hated the electric baton to death.

He cursed loudly.

The electric baton didn't make any response.

He smiled slightly.

It doesn't matter, it's a big deal, he looked at the filth in his hand.

Two more doors can be attached.

He could take two more hits.

He thought so.

It doesn't matter, just do some full-body acupuncture massage by yourself.

William thought so, and he continued walking.

On the way, he put up two more doors as planned.

Similarly, he received two more electric shocks.

He felt it was worth it.

He felt that these few times he had made it worth his death.

William waited quietly, waiting for the final judgment, but he did not wait, nor was he refreshed by the final moment.

He turned his head, and he saw the electric baton in front of him, as if drunk, swaying from side to side.

He stood.

He goes to the left, and the other party does not do anything.

He went to the right again, and the robot immediately stretched out its electric baton.

He stopped moving.

William stretched his arm to the left again.

The other party didn't do anything, he stayed quietly, stretching out his arm, and the other party's electric baton was sizzling in front of him.

With his left hand, he gently touched the direction he was stretching out.

It was a door, the same shape as the one he had closed.

He left his filth on the door of the house.

A slap in the face.

Gently press on the top of the mark.

Although it is not formed.

But compared to the previous times.

This time, he was very satisfied.

It was the most perfect palm print he had ever thought of.

Still in front of the sizzling electric batons.

This sense of accomplishment makes him extremely satisfied.

He slowly stood up.

The electric baton slowly rose with his movements.

The electricity sizzled in front of him.

William didn't react at all, for him the sound of electricity was a symphony.

A beautiful piece of music, even more beautiful than Bandari's music.

Even his favorite transcendence.

Transcendence is his favorite.

At this time, transcendence is his limit.

He looked at the electric batons.

He walked out of his cell.

Faced with two machine guns.

That's his release time.

In front of him, there is a green space, with a basketball hoop, fitness equipment, and even a rest chair where he can lie down for an afternoon.

However, in front of numerous cameras, as well as a Gatling gun that was always in front of him.

He wanted to lie down in that lounge chair for a while.

William believed.

If he hadn't returned to his cell at the allotted time, the two Gatlings would have shot him through the cold.

It's not just as simple as penetrating the cold, if he is lucky, his wife, received, may be just a piece of minced meat.

He would have believed it.

But...

William looked up at the top.

What is the range of the Gatling?

He looked at the top floor.

It seems to be out of range.

William tilted his head, he was on the playground in this effective range, and he didn't have a long time to let the wind out.

The time of artificial synthesis is already urging him.

"The prisoner has completed the effective release time, please return to the designated range in one minute."

William didn't dare to lie in the cell like he had done before, because he had tried it once before.

The sound of Gatling's bullets loading into the box is still fresh in his memory.

He could even think of if he went back a minute late.

The bullets would penetrate his body, shattering him into pieces of flesh.

There is no one to pay tribute to.

He was completely convinced.

He wasn't sure there were no living people in this damn cell.

At this point, he entered the cell building with complete confidence.

Over here.

There were others besides himself.

Although he is not sure if anyone else is like him.

He only needed to confirm one thing.

Here, except for himself. There are others.

Like him, you don't need any reason, or, for any reason, you just need to imprison them.

Regardless of the reason.

Or, for a simple reason.

Only they are needed.

Die.

William understands this very well.

He knew what he had done.

He was concerned about those.

Those kids.

His mind was in turmoil.

He seemed to think of those memories.

"Kids! Come with me! William shouted. He didn't know whose hand he was holding, but he turned around and found that the door was locked.

"Cherf!" William banged on the transparent door, and outside the door, Cherf shook his head at him, he saw Cherf say something to him, but he couldn't hear it at all, all he could hear was the constant blasting, the shrill siren, and the gunshots getting closer.

He understood Cherf's mouth.

"I'm sorry."

"! I'm not asking you for an apology! William angrily banged on the transparent door.

Cherf turned away.

William immediately turned his attention to the door, and no matter how hard he hit it or kicked it hard, the transparent door still didn't move.

"Sir... Mr! ”

William stopped, and he turned around a little breathlessly.

The children remained as quiet as ever, as if these things had nothing to do with them.

Start said, "Sir, Cherf has changed since you left. We had fewer and fewer opportunities to use those facilities, and what Cherf did every day was to teach us history and philosophy. ”

Silly boy!

William just wanted to shout this one.

His thoughts.

There was confusion.