Thirsty.

It was the height of summer, and it was at least 40 degrees in the confinement room.

His mouth was like a dry well, Yan Sixian sipped it a few times, trying to squeeze out a little saliva to moisten his throat, but failed.

Stinking.

Eating and drinking Lazar are all in a cramped space of five square meters, and the smell is thick in the air. The olfactory cells in the nasal cavity exploded one after another, and they died to get rid of the torment.

Black.

An empty confinement room, with no windows and no lights, the only thing that counts as an object is a security door to the outside world.

There is a cat's eye on the door, which can reveal a glimmer of light during the day.

Yan Sixian lay on the dirty ground, like a cockroach trapped in a matchbox.

He heard a noise, and someone opened the small square hole under the security door, and brought in a glass of water, and a bowl of rice, which I don't know if it was a vegetable soup poured over the rice.

Yan Sixian grabbed the plastic spoon and ate in a big gulp, and after a few minutes, even the vegetable soup at the bottom of the bowl was licked clean by him.

After eating, he took small sips of water down his throat.

There was a smell of bleach in the water, apparently tap water directly from the water pipes. For Yan Sixian, this is the nectar that saves lives. He could feel every cell in his body clamoring for water, and soon a glass of water was divided.

I'm thirstier.

A quarter of an hour later, the cups and bowls were taken away, the small hole in the door was closed, and the room was once again plunged into darkness.

In a trance, I could hear the conversation of the instructors outside the door.

"What's the situation? A stuffy one? ”

"That's right, I wonder too......" The sound of banging on the rice bowl sounded, "just this pig food, who comes in must not go on a hunger strike for a few meals?" He was fine, and he ate not a grain of rice every time. ”

"Keep an eye on it, don't the police sneak in and touch our bottoms, right?" This sentence lowered his voice, and Yan Sixian didn't really hear it.

"Cut, a hairy boy, besides, the sky is falling and the principal is carrying it, what are we afraid of?"

Presumably, the instructors did not want the students in confinement to hear them, and soon lost their voices.

……

Yan Sixian lay down again, his hand was a white-gray wall, and he had cut seven dents on the wall with his fingernails.

This is the seventh day of his confinement, Yan Sixian estimated that his body was dehydrated, and he could endure it for another day, two days at most.

Fortunately, when the dents on the wall changed from seven to nine, the door finally opened.

The door opened suddenly, and before the eyes could adjust to the sudden light, cold water had already been poured over their heads.

Water!

Yan Sixian couldn't care less, and desperately poured water into his mouth. The chapped lips cracked open several wounds, and the blood flowed, but it made him feel extremely happy.

An instructor came up to pick up his clothes and cursed:

"Pigs!"

"Dirty dog!"

There's nothing like having a person naked break their self-esteem, a theory Yan Sixian had read about in a psychology book, crushing and then reshaping, a common tactic used in old madhouses.

Another instructor held a soft hose in his hand and poured water on him as if it were a car, a farm implement, or a dirty piece of clothing.

Yan Sixian desperately scrubbed the skin on his body! I don't know when I will be able to wash myself next time.

As he washed, he heard the sound of the door.

Yan Sixian glanced at the sound, a naked back, tall, so it looked very thin, but it could be seen that it was very strong.

Is it out of confinement today? …… So when was he locked up? How long was it held? - Maybe longer than yourself.

Yan Sixian didn't dare to look at it more, because what he saw in his eyes was the same as his own unbearability and shame.

The boy looked back at him and smiled at him, his baby-faced smile dimpleing his face, and the water in his hair was crystal clear.

It seems that the two people across the sea and mountains are close to each other in an instant. Yan Sixian lowered his head, he came here to find the truth, and he didn't need to make friends.

……

Even though it was hot, the cold water rinsed for a long time still gave Yan Sixian goosebumps, until he began to shiver, and the instructor finally stopped the water and threw him a school uniform.

"Put it on." It was the goatee who collected the money and the card who spoke, "You've been assigned to the second shift, get dressed and take you there." ”

Yan Sixian knew that the goatee was about to come to him alone.

As expected, as soon as the bell rang for the first class, Yan Sixian was called out by a goatee.

What's the situation? New to the Kid? The students didn't dare to speak, but just watched Yan Sixian out of the classroom with sympathy and inquiry.

"Fool me, huh?" The goatee has a low voice, but it is vicious.

"What, what's wrong?"

Goatee flashed the six-digit number in his phone's memo.

"Wrong password, what's the matter?!"

"Oops, hey, I was mistaken, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so nervous."

Goatee's face softened slightly, and he handed the phone to Yan Sixian, "Misunderstand you kid again." ”

Yan Sixian took the phone and glanced at the classroom through the window.

The classmates in the classroom were also looking at him curiously.

How could the instructor ...... Hand your phone to the newcomer? That's right?

The school strictly prohibits the use of communication equipment, and the instructors do not punch and kick the students, so they burn high incense, and they dare to use the instructor's mobile phone.

What is the origin of this man?

Yan Sixian took the mobile phone, and the six-digit number was repeatedly written, deleted, and deleted, and in the eyes of his classmates, he was holding the instructor's mobile phone to send a message - and sent it for a long time.

Seeing that the goatee ran out of patience, Yan Sixian said: "Let me think about it, think about it, I haven't used this card since I opened it, and I'm a little unsure of the password." ”

Thinking of the tens of thousands of dollars in the card, Goatee suppressed his anger and recharged himself a little more patience.

After grinding until it was almost time for class, Yan Sixian finally finalized the six-figure figure and returned the phone to the goatee.

"Do you have a score?" Goatee asked.

"Yes, yes, this time...... It should be fine. ”

"Should?"

When the class bell rang, Yan Sixian ran to the classroom, and the goatee had no choice but to leave first.

Reciting "University", the teacher announced a spot check before class, and the students were silent, obviously there was a punishment for failing the spot check.

Yan Sixian was reciting with his eyes closed—it was a real backing, he didn't want to be offended—but his elbow was bumped by his tablemate.

At the same table was a little boy with glasses, who was not good-looking, thin and small, and looked to be no more than eleven or twelve years old.

Yan Sixian opened his eyes, stared at the book, and said without squinting: "What are you doing?" ”

Small glasses also staring at the book. The school does not allow students to communicate with each other. Once the conversation is discovered, it is confinement.

"Hey, do you know the instructor?"

"A relative." Yan Sixian said vaguely.

Little Glasses sighed, "Then I sent you here?" Your family is ruthless. ”

"There's no way, I've maxed out my dad's card, so I can only come here to hide for a few days, and when my dad is angry, I'll go home."

It seems that Yan Sixian has the final say on when to go home.

The eyes of the little glasses lit up, and he grabbed a life-saving straw, and said excitedly: "That and that...... Can you do me a favor? ”

Yan Sixian was overjoyed in his heart, the fish was hooked!

Under the perverted rules, he rashly went to ask people for news, and others were afraid that they would avoid it, so he had to release the bait and wait for the fish to take the bait.

This bait is the bank card he gave to the goatee.

Yan Sixian doesn't care about money, and he doesn't need to buy the instructor to be taken care of, he just needs to "use" the instructor's mobile phone at the right time to create the illusion that "this kid has an unusual relationship with the instructor", which is conducive to finding out the news.

Obviously, Yan Sixian's method worked.

"Look at your book, don't look at me." Yan Sixian reminded the little glasses.

The little glasses immediately turned their gaze back.

"Tell me, what do you want me to help you with?"

"Can you call my grandfather when you go out and tell the old man about the situation here."

"Grandpa?"

"Well, the old man loves me the most, and I can only go out if he messes with my parents."

Yan Sixian knew it in his heart, and didn't rush to agree, but asked first, "How long have you been in?" ”

"It's been a semester! They want to give me another semester! Little Glasses clenched her fists indignantly, "I've tried my best to be good, but they ......"

One semester? Long enough!

Yan Sixian interrupted the little glasses, "Then have you ever seen a girl named Zhang Yalan?" She's been sent in too. ”

Little Glasses thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I've seen it...... I'm sorry for the name, the people here...... It's not very familiar. ”

"She is 16 years old, more than 1.6 meters, and her hair is ...... It's about that long," Yan Sixian described while gesturing: "Thin, good-looking, with big eyes and dimples when he smiles." ”

"No......"

"What's wrong? Have you seen her? ”

"I've heard—just heard—there's a good-looking girl in the next class ...... died."

Yan Sixian's heart suddenly tightened, "How did you die?" ”

This time, he changed his small glasses and reminded Yan Sixian: "Hey, hey, hey, look at your book, the teacher found out!" ”

Yan Sixian retracted his gaze, his heart was confused.

After the teacher stopped paying attention to the two, Xiao Glasses continued: "One day, the principal and the instructor hurriedly sent a girl from the first class out—it should have been sent to the hospital, and then ...... The girl never came to school again.

Some people say that she died, that she was beaten to death by an instructor or something, but these are rumors. ”

After being silent for a while, Yan Sixian asked again, "Rumors?" Do you know where to find out exactly? ”

"There's someone, you can ask, she was the one she was shouting about in the first place, but she's the ......" The little glasses hesitated.

"How?"

"Electricity is stupid."

"Electricity stupid? Electric shock? ”

Little Glasses sighed, "Speaking of which, you have to thank her, just because she was stupid to be electrified, and the school is afraid that something will happen again, so she doesn't dare to use electric shocks now, otherwise it wouldn't be as simple as closing the small black house when you came." ”