I don't know how long it took, Charles woke up quietly.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to immediately look around vigilantly.

The humanoid monster had vanished, its position had changed, and it had been locked up, locked up in what looked like a ten-square-meter cell, with nothing but a thick, iron-doored room in the distance.

Everything on his body was taken away, his wallet, relics, and clothes were all gone, and Charles was naked at this time.

Charles could still see blood oozing from his prosthetic leg, as if someone tried to rip it off while he was asleep, but to no avail.

With this information, Charles quickly learns about his current situation, and he has been captured by those strange creatures.

Although I don't want to admit it, it's a good thing, the other party locked him up and didn't kill Charles, proving that the other party is communicative.

After figuring something out, Charles stood up and looked into the empty room and asked, "Is anyone there? What are your goals? Where is my crew?"

But there was no one in the room except for Charles's breathing, and no one responded.

Charles walked to the iron gate and peered through the gap in the iron fence, where he saw what appeared to be a cell directly opposite.

Just as Charles was about to ask who was in the cell over there, a large, misshapen face blocked his view, and he peered in with his yellow cross pupils.

The prisoner's fence was too small for Charles to discern what it looked like, but he felt like it was the same monster as the doctor in the first place.

"Maybe there is some misunderstanding between us, I am not here with malicious intent, I want to talk to you. Charles explained slowly into those eyes.

"Smack!" an iron plate blocked Charles's vision, and no matter what the other party was, it had no intention of talking to Charles.

Looking at the iron door in front of him, which was not too thick, Charles raised his prosthetic leg but lowered it again, this kind of door, if he really wanted to get out, he would definitely be able to get out.

But now that we don't know who we are, rash action will only startle the snake.

Charles sat down slowly with his back against the wall, all he could do now was wait.

Six hours later, a window opened under the iron door, and a metal disc half a meter in diameter was pushed in, containing a mess of flesh and blood.

Charles didn't understand if it was to give him food or what, but looking at the appearance of the thing, he would rather be hungry than eat it.

An hour later, another metal tray came in, this time containing a dead fish, which was so fresh from the brightness of the fish's eyes that it had not been long dead.

Charles judged that the monsters should have changed the food for him when they saw that he hadn't eaten the previous one.

But from this detail, he learned more, since the other party knew that they were not eating, then there must be surveillance in this cell.

In the face of the dead fish, Charles remained still, and soon the next plate of things was delivered.

This time, however, Charles shuddered when he saw the contents of the plate, which was half a human face and a lung attached to the trachea.

He quickly rushed over and picked up the face, he knew this guy, this was Chef Frey's helper, that was his crew.

The anger in Charles's heart continued to burn, and his own crew was not only killed by them, but also sent to him, the captain, as food!!

Charles couldn't help but want to rush out and kill all the deformed monsters that were outside the door at this time.

But he knew that he couldn't do it, that it was just a stupid suicide, and that he had to learn to endure, and only by living with patience could he find an opportunity to save the rest of the people and escape from this hellish place.

Charles gritted his teeth and picked up the dead fish next to him and bit it down fiercely, staring at the door with hatred in his eyes.

By the time Charles had finished eating the fish, there was finally nothing else weird to bring in.

Soon, an arm that looked like a dry corpse took the plates away, and while they were closing the dishes, Charles tried to communicate with the creatures outside, but in vain, the other party still had no desire to talk.

The first day of his detention had passed, and at the end of the day, Charles had noticed other details, his keen hearing allowed him to easily discern the duty hours of the monsters outside the door, and they would change shifts every half day.

From this, it can be seen that those monsters are very social creatures. But this is not good news, if these monsters live in groups, then God knows how many monsters are outside this cell, and it is even harder to escape from this place than to ascend to the sky.

But no matter how difficult it was, Charles had no intention of giving up on escaping.

When he heard the footsteps quickly disappear the next day, he picked up the fish bone that had been prepared next to him and quickly flicked it directly into the opposite cell.

"Hey, I'm Charles, hear the quick answer, who's locked up over there?"

Soon there was a reaction in the cage, and a translucent jellyfish-like tentacle filled with green slime reached out of the cell and reached out towards Charles, and it passed a wide distance to reach Charles's cell.

Charles looked at the tentacle in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then put the prosthetic leg on it.

However, the moment the two touched, the tentacle split directly from the middle, turning into a large mouth full of transparent sharp teeth, biting Charles's prosthetic leg and pulling it outward.

The force of the tentacle was enormous, almost the strength of several adults, pulling Charles's entire body against the door.

The chains of the prosthetic limbs were activated instantly, the translucent tentacles were severed, and with the beast-like roar coming from the opposite cell, the severed tentacles desperately escaped.

Charles looked at the tentacles that were still writhing in his hands, thinking in his heart. This place of the devil is not just holding them.

Soon the deformed monsters on duty returned, and Charles did not dare to act rashly, he had to find the right moment.

On the third day, the iron door was opened, and this time there were no fish, but several deformed monsters entered, and Charles looked at them, and he could clearly feel that they were the same kind as before.

Without looking closely before, this time Charles finally saw the appearance of the creature in which he was imprisoned.

Fish-like eyes with cross-yellow pupils, melted faces with long, soft lips that are twenty centimeters long, and flesh and blood on their bodies are blurred. It's like tearing off your own skin and turning it back.

Don't look at how scary they look, each of them is still wearing a filthy leather robe.

"Who are you, what is your purpose?" asked Charles, cautiously as he asked them.

The monsters in front of them quickly shook their long lips and made a noise similar to a radio switch, they seemed to be communicating with Charles, but unfortunately they didn't understand the language.