After reacting to what this water column was, I hurriedly took a few steps back, because of the shackles, I did not stand firmly, I fell to the ground, and when I sat up again and looked at the prison guard, he had already finished urinating and was zipping the trouser door.

"I'm sorry, my prostate is not good in the past two days, I can't hold back for a while, it just so happens that you don't have soup in this package, this time it's a good life." By the way, our rule here is that food must not be wasted, since you are hungry, eat it while it is hot, I will lock the door for you, when you will finish eating, and when will you take you out of this room. ”

The prison guard said a bunch of things with a rather unbeaten expression.

I suppressed my anger and said, "Oh, the prostate is not good? Then you go back and remember to take a closer look at your child, nine times out of ten it is not biological, and the disease is basically extinct, and ah, I heard that most of this disease comes from genetics, is your father still alive? If you are alive, go back and take your father to the obstetrics and gynecology department for a check-up, maybe it is not your own father, you are actually born to your mother and her guest. ”

The prison guard was not irritated by me, but squinted his eyes and said, "Your mouth is cheap enough, but you can also be happy, I have already told you the rules here, this meal can't be eaten, then you can wait to starve to death here." ”

After the prison guard said this, he ignored me, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm at the dinner plate, and then walked out of the room, and was busy outside for a while, it seemed that he really locked the door for me.

It's good, sleep once and change the room, hehe.

I got up and kicked the stinking meal into the corner of the room and didn't look at it anymore.

After a pause, I observed the layout of the room.

Very good, as a reception room, this room is very different from the one I slept in last night, the most obvious point is that this room has windows, big windows.

I went to the window and opened the blinds, but what I didn't expect was that it was night outside, which I really didn't realize. It was natural for me to think that such a visit would have to be done during the day.

The light outside was so dim that I couldn't see anything clearly, and I couldn't pinpoint the exact location of the asylum by the scene outside.

I'm sure I won't eat that meal, and now it's getting dark, so I'd better go to bed to avoid being hungrier.

Lying on that table, it's okay, it's not very cold, but the light in this room is too bright, and the switch of this light is not in the room, I can't turn off the light indoors, so I can only sleep like this.

This sleep is very unsound, sometimes I am awakened by hunger, sometimes I am awakened by freezing, sometimes I am awakened by a hard table...

After such a sleep, the brain is like being stirred with a whisk, and it is in a daze, which can definitely be called a 'fake sleep'.

It wasn't until it finally got bright outside that I stopped sleeping and got up to the window to take a closer look at the scene outside.

Oops, outside the window was an abandoned wasteland, with nothing but a few yellow weeds and scattered garbage. Not far away, at the end of the line of sight, was a high wall, and I couldn't see anything behind it, and I couldn't determine the location of the asylum from the scene outside.

Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound, and I quickly lay back on the table and pretended to be asleep.

I heard the sound of the door being opened, followed by the voice of the guard last night: "Yo? I don't seem to be very hungry, so I haven't eaten at all, but I told you that you can't leave this room until you finish this meal. ”

The guard left the room again and locked the door, not caring if I heard what he was saying, pretending to be asleep.

I rubbed my hungry stomach, and an idea came to my mind, this is the first floor, there are tables and chairs in this room, why don't I smash the window and run away, etc.?

With this idea in mind, I walked to the door and listened carefully to the movement outside the door... It's quiet, there may be no one outside the door, after all, it's already locked, so there is no need to leave someone to guard it.

Thankfully, there is no surveillance in this room, so you don't have to worry about being spied on.

I picked up a chair and walked to the window, first knocked the window glass lightly with the leg of the chair, and then turned my head to look at the door.

No one.

Good, hands-on.

I lifted my chair and slammed it into the glass with all my might, and with a bang, the glass was fine, and I was shocked back a few steps until my back hit the edge of the big table.

This almost stunned my head, uncle, I really don't have the strength to eat, come again.

I slammed the window glass with all my might, and was shaken back several steps again, and I returned to the glass to look closely, and there was not even a single scratch on the glass.

", the windows of a psychiatric hospital are still made of bulletproof glass? Is this a lot of money, no place to spend, or is it a special brain disease?! ”

I have a little headache, it's really extravagant, how good is this thing cut and made into a mobile phone tempered film?

Even so, I still didn't give up, adjusted the angle, I only used the tip of one leg of the chair to smash, this time after smashing for a while, the glass did not react, but a person appeared behind the glass, it was the prison guard.

The prison guard looked at me like a fool, and then made a 'please' gesture and motioned for me to continue smashing.

It seems that this glass is definitely not broken.

Rub, you let me smash me, why don't you smash it.

I put my chair on the floor by the window, sat on it and basked in the sunlight outside, deliberately putting on a very enjoyable appearance to show the prison guard.

The guard didn't linger long, glared at me disdainfully, and left the wasteland outside.

I'm hungry and thirsty.

I felt like I was already a little hungry, because I had just unconsciously glanced at the urinated meal, and unconsciously drooled a little.

No, no, it's better to die than to eat this kind of thing.

I sat in my chair until it was dark again, and at last there was a 'bang' at the door, only this time in addition to the prison guard, there were three strong men in the same uniform as him, each holding some tools that I couldn't recognise.

"I've been hungry for days, and I haven't eaten that meal?"

The prison guard who took the lead said in a weird way.

I gave him a blank look and said, "It's okay, I've lost weight recently, and I don't have much appetite." ”

The guard winked at the colleague he had brought, and a few of them shifted their positions slightly, vaguely enveloping me in the middle.

Are you going to start beating me? I thought so in my heart, but I didn't expect the prison guard to say: "The boss said that your family will come to see you in the past two days, in case you are hungry and lose weight, your family will be distressed, since you don't eat yourself, then how many of our brothers... I'll serve you to eat! ”