That night was normal enough, so usual that almost everyone was doing the previous day's things repeatedly: eating, talking, talking, bathing, sleeping.

But that night was so unusual, so unusual that Xu Sangtian would never dare to leave Xie Jinsong at night in the days to come, and every time he had to accompany him until dawn before going back to his room to sleep.

Xu Sanantian and Lin Ziyue still live in Luo Ming's exclusive room, Uncle Wang's house is relatively small, Luo Ming has to live in Uncle Wang's neighbor's house, the two families are only twenty meters apart, two stories apart.

That night, there was a power outage.

Xie Jinsong, who slept until midnight, felt that it was difficult to breathe, and there was a burst of depression in his heart.

Those terrible dreams began to play out again, the dark and cramped room, the smell of corruption and mold, the damp and cold air, the sound of footsteps overhead, the noise...... His head hurt, his stomach was very hungry, someone opened the door and came in, but he couldn't bring in a beam of light, he asked him in a thick voice if he could still run, and his tone was full of threat, which scared the young man into a corner.

But he stubbornly refused to answer his words, knowing that if he had the chance, he would still run away, even if he was caught and beaten again. He also knew that if he didn't answer him, the man would hit him too.

Sure enough, the man didn't hear the answer that began to him after all, and then there was a sound that broke through the air, and the sound was sharp and piercing, and after a moment, he knew what it was, it was a whip. Because the whip that broke through the air fell on his young and thin back.

It hurts, it hurts. The child's skin was so delicate that his back quickly became red and swollen with just one blow, and then the skin broke and bled out. He could feel the beads of blood breaking through the bindings of his skin, and then quickly soaked the cheap and tattered clothes on his body.

The man didn't stop, and he clenched his teeth and kept silent. So the whip fell again and again, until he could not bear it anymore and fainted in pain.

Xie Jinsong had difficulty breathing, his eyes couldn't feel the light source that reassured him, and he finally woke up from his dream, but it was pitch black.

The fear in his heart spread rapidly like a tide, and he breathed rapidly, cold sweat on his forehead.

Table lamp, why is the table lamp not lit? Is it not open? He hurriedly reached out and touched the switch of the lamp, and quickly lit it up, hurry, hurry! Why not light up, why!

It's black, it's so dark, it's like hell, like the room I spent in as a kid. The fragments of the dream crept into his mind again, he couldn't stay here, he had to escape, escape!

Xie Jinsong breathed rapidly, but no matter how he breathed, the air seemed so thin that he was about to run out of oxygen.

Unable to turn on the lamp, he tried to find a backup power supply, but fell helplessly from the bed. The endless darkness and the torment of dreams made him almost lose his breath.

He propped himself up and lay on the edge of the bed looking for his phone, I don't know how long it took, until he finally found it when he thought he was about to run out.

Pressing on the phone, there was finally a glimmer of light, but it didn't help him. He had been in the dark for too long, and the scene in front of him had become blurry, and even his phone was flickering.

He pressed the emergency dial button and dialed Luo Ming's phone. During the time the phone was connected, he kept hinting that he was holding on, holding on, at least until the phone was connected.

After the phone rang countless times, Luo Ming's sleepy voice finally came: "Hey, president? ”