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Those who insist on awakening in the darkness represent the last perseverance of mankind.

- Author

There was a loud bang.

In the dark house, the loud noise, and then the faint light, became the most beautiful scenery and the most important event in the past few months.

I was panicked, even a little scared. Quickly curled up in a ball, next to the thick and cold concrete wall.

I pressed my ears to the wall, trying to hear where the loud noise was coming from.

Then, there was another loud "clang" sound, which should be the sound of the heavy iron door closing. I was ecstatic, it turned out that there was also a person locked up in the black house next to me!

This is the most exciting thing in this period of extreme pain, boredom and loneliness! Sure the bad guys were gone, I started jumping up and down, clutching the wall with my hands and kicking the big pile of mineral water bottles vigorously, trying to make some noise and let the people next door know I existed.

However, through a thick layer of concrete walls, there was hardly a sound. I ran around the whole dark house in the dark, I don't know how many laps, and the mineral water bottles all over the floor, like gifts from hell, were scattered all around, surrounded me, and I had a hideous face and a mad voice, and then I yelled and screamed.

"Anyone!! Are you all dead?! Let me out!! ”

"You bastards!! You...... We're all murderers!! ”

"Let me out!!"

……

Darkness, only darkness. It exists in this dark realm, and the confusion and fear of the unknown are entangled, wrapped, and eaten away at my last remaining courage through the deep darkness. It's like a chaotic world, there is no sky, no earth, no sound, nothing, and what is even more devastating is that no matter how much you shout, you can't get a trace of response. Cold sweat slid down my forehead, fell into the endless darkness, and vanished without a trace.

……

In the entire dark space, only my voice echoed, and it didn't stop for a long time...... I was hoarse and crazy, and I vented all the fear, resentment, and anger I had all this time...... Finally, he collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.

When the ambient sound is below 10 decibels, I can even hear my own heartbeat, the sound of joints and bones rubbing, the sound of muscles tensing, and the sound of my own subtle breathing and blood vessels flowing, which sounds extremely terrifying......

A foul smell slowly wafted into my nose. That's the smell of my excrement.

I'm used to living with this smell every day, from the first nausea, to the current habitual. After a few months of dark life, I slowly turned into a person with a twisted temperament and almost perverted...... Every half a month, someone always threw in a few packets of soft food or dry food, as well as some mineral water, from the small hole in the iron door, and at that moment, I may be asleep, or I may be pooping and urinating, or lying on the other side of the iron door, waiting for these life-saving supplies with dull eyes.

When I'm awake, I'm always yelling and hoping someone will hear me. In particular, when the little hole opened, and when food and water came in, I screamed louder and used almost all my strength.

However, it didn't work at all. The people outside, after completing the task like a mechanized one, immediately closed the small hole vigorously. In an instant, the whole house was dark again, and it was so dark that it seemed to be a real hell.

I don't know when it's day and when it's night. Anyway, when you are hungry, you eat dry food, and when you are thirsty, you drink water to maintain your physical fitness and consciousness. Many times, I even thought about suicide and cut my own wrist with a splinter from a mineral water bottle, but! I miss my parents and my wife and daughter so much, and when I think of them, I feel that I can't just die here, and I believe that I will be able to go out and find those who have committed the most heinous crimes, and strangle them to death in front of my eyes!

I'm going to read the bad guys who arrested me and locked me up here 10,000 times a day, hatred lingers in my mind, and I look forward to going out and breaking these people into pieces, even if they all end up together!!

……

In the dark, it was pitch black, I couldn't see my fingers, and at first, I had to use my hands as eyes, otherwise I would bump and fall to the ground. My vision gradually began to lose its effect...... A lot of times, I just keep my eyes open. Because, there is almost no difference between closed and open.

I think that if this continues, I guess my eyesight will start to deteriorate or even deteriorate...... Later, I started to get used to it, but my sense of smell and hearing became more acute.

In the ten seconds that the hole was opened, the light from outside was dim, but it was already the brightest thing I had ever seen. I can't wait for that moment to come, because it represents light, and hope.

Many times, I hoped that in just a dozen seconds, I could convince the person who threw things in and let him let me go, but when I saw the door open, my first reaction was to yell, hoarse, and shout for help, and let them let me go!!

In my mind, there have been more than 10,000 times to play the experience of some time ago, every detail has to be thought about many, many times, I don't know why these things happened, that day at noon, He Bin and I had dinner in the hotel, and drank some wine, chatted very happily, and then Aqin also came over...... She drove He Bin's purple BMW, and we went for a ride on the seaside boulevard...... Later, Ah Qin sent me home to rest, and after returning to the community, I remember that I was walking to the small shop opposite to buy a pack of cigarettes, and when I was halfway there, a black van stopped in front of me, and a few masked people came down and knocked me unconscious, and when I woke up, I was already here.

Where the hell is this? I had no idea. Probably a dungeon. What the hell is going on?! Why are you keeping me here?? I thought about all my potential enemies, but I couldn't figure out a clear idea.

Darkness became the theme of my daily life, and I didn't even know the cycle of time. It's just vaguely calculating the approximate time according to his biological clock. Because of the lack of nutrition, coupled with the immense fear and depression, my body began to lose weight rapidly, and when I touched my face and body, I was already too thin to look like a man - my ribs were sticking out one by one.

But my will is still supporting me, and I can't just fall like this. I miss my elderly parents every day and wonder what happened to them now. Are you okay? I've been missing for so long, they must be dying in a hurry! And my wife and daughter, they are in Canada, I don't know if they are coming back now? If I hadn't been on video every day, my lovely daughter would have been unable to take it anymore, and my dear wife, who would have gone crazy when she knew that I was missing! I really can't just go down like that...... I still have revenge, I have to find those bad guys and tear them to shreds, or I won't be able to die!!

In addition to meditating every day, the greatest pleasure of me is to knock on those mineral water bottles, and I throw those empty plastic bottles around, making all kinds of noises, making the silence and terrible black house seem a little angry.

As the empty bottles grew, I even tore them open and carved words on the walls and floors with those plastics, and many times, I was so disappointed and in pain that I wanted to pick up those sharp pieces of plastic and cut them down my throat!!

Each time, however, I stopped myself from thinking about it. There is a voice that keeps telling me: I can't just die here!!

……

Who's locked up next door?

I pondered for a long time. I'm desperately trying to make so many sounds out, I wonder if the other party can hear a little bit?

It would be nice if I could get in touch with him.

Perhaps, there will be a place in this wall between us, where there are some tiny cracks that can penetrate a trace of sound? Suppose, he thinks the same way, let's find such a small crack together, and then work together to dig a little bit every day, day by day, maybe one day, we can talk through that crack?!

I was overjoyed to think of this.

I began to grope with my hands on the concrete wall, in fact, this wall was all too familiar to me. With my eyes closed, I can tell where there is a bump, where it is flat and where it is smoother.

There are cracks, but they are very small, and there are many cracks as thin as hair.

I carefully checked it again, comparing the dozen or so thin cracks, trying to find the largest one, and then start from there.

I don't know how long it took for me to finally find the biggest crack!!

It was near the corner, and there was a crack that had been drawn from the side of the supporting wall, and it felt the size of two or three hairs.

I was so excited that I found the pieces of plastic on the ground and scraped them at the crack. I scraped and scraped until I was exhausted and sat down on the ground.

After resting for a while, I went back to touch it, only to find that the results just now were not obvious. The walls are very hard and hard, and the sharpness of the plastic sheets of mineral water is far from enough.

I'll have to find something else to scrape that crack. However, there was almost nothing else in this dark house except these plastic bottles. The dry food eaten is all soft-packed, and there is no canned iron.

I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, frustrated.