And this approach naturally made Du Dian get a violent beating, and in his resistance, he was restrained by more jailers, dragged out and tortured to death, before losing it back. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Another half a year has passed.

The jailers gradually did not bother to pay attention to a madman like Dudian, torturing a madman made them uninteresting, and the painful moans sounded to them, without the slightest sense of accomplishment of abuse, and if it weren't for the fact that Dudian was occasionally stable and able to barely work, they would not have bothered to deliver food to Dudian and leave him to fend for himself.

At night.

After dinner, moaning was heard again in the cell.

In a dark, damp cell at the back of the corridor, Dudian squatted in front of the urinal to excrete, but his position in the pit was reversed, so that the feces would accumulate in the urinal and need water to be washed down.

On the steel pillar outside his cage, torn straw mats and bedding were distributed during the dark snow season. After all, this is the prison at the bottom of the lake, and the air is extremely cold during the dark snow season, and if bedding is not distributed, these prisoners who eat little and are often tortured are almost certain to die.

At this moment, the bedding was lying in a mess on the steel pillars, but it just happened to form a wonderful angle, obscuring his urinal and bathing position.

Therefore, no one knows what Dudian is doing in front of the manure pit unless he is deliberately looking close to the crevice.

I saw Du Dian squatting in front of the urinal, his head down, but one hand touched under his buttocks, constantly digging and digging, while taking a deep breath and holding his breath, and after a while, the thin fecal water was excreted. Due to the lack of food, almost all of the water was pulled, however, a long hard object fell out of the dung.

Dudian looked left and right, the darkness did not affect his vision in the slightest, and seeing that no one noticed him, he immediately grabbed the object and washed it in the bucket next to him. At this moment, he untied the rope, shook off the flesh that had been half digested, and a sharp knife suddenly fell out of it.

Dudian picked up the knife and immediately snorted a few times, then roared angrily, cursing gibberishly.

As he cursed, he bent down and quickly moved the urinal, the inlaid area around the urinal had long since been chiseled, but it still made a sound when it was lifted, but it was muffled by his angry scolding.

While scolding angrily, Du Dian followed a path carved out behind the urinal and got into it, and at the same time gradually put away the scolding, but his body remained on the ground, scolding a few words from time to time, until he felt that it was almost enough, and then sank into the chiseled pit in one breath.

It's a very narrow but deep pit that sits right next to the manure pipe. Originally, Dudian's plan was to climb out of the manure pipe, which in his model of prison should lead straight to the bottom of the prison and then bury deep in the bottom of the lake to somewhere outside the lake, not at the bottom of the lake. Because if it's at the bottom of the lake, the water pressure will come in and flood the prison.

Therefore, this is definitely the only safe escape route in this prison, and it is also the weakest point in the design of the entire prison!

However, to his disappointment and despair, the vertical fecal pipe leading to the bottom was not of large diameter, and even though he was so hungry and skinny that he still couldn't get into the pipe.

Moreover, the pipes are made of steel and cannot be destroyed.

So he had to take a risk and take advantage of the weekly job opportunity to steal tools from the workshop and dig another passage.

After half a year of excavation, this narrow passage has reached a depth of more than ten meters, which is equivalent to the height of one and a half layers of prison.

Both the thickness of the walls and the thickness of each layer of ground in this prison have been reinforced, and both the stability and defense are much higher than those of ordinary prisons, which is the biggest advantage of this prison, but at this moment it is being used by Du Dian to dig a tunnel in the wall.

If the walls are too thin, or similar to an ordinary building, there is naturally no chance for him to dig a tunnel, and it is easy to be noticed. But the wall was so thick that Dudian guessed from the thickness of the ground that it was at least five meters thick, enough for him to carve out a passageway.

Despite the thick walls, Dudian didn't dare to make much noise, carefully poking out the dirt and stones with his blade.

In the blink of an eye, most of the night passed.

Dudian carried the hewn dirt and stones up little by little, but the passage was so narrow that he went back and forth several times before he carried them all to the prison, and when he saw that everyone else was already asleep, he immediately threw the stones and dirt into the bucket and soaked them, while some of the harder stones he kept and hid them on the ground, waiting for the right opportunity to use them.

The biggest difficulty in digging the passage is to deal with the dirt and stones that have been hewn.

He wanted to smuggle it into the workshop, but it was relatively clean, and if there were more rocks and dirt on the ground, it would inevitably stand out, so he dismissed the idea.

After a few hours, the others gradually woke up.

Seeing that the soaked stones and earth were softened in the water, Dudian immediately poured them out, carefully crushed them against each other, and slowly grinded them until the soil was pulped and the stones became small pieces like grains of sand, and then he pushed the ground earth and stones to slowly apply them to all parts of the prison, on the ground and on the walls, and spread them very evenly.

Because of Dudian's frequent madness, the jailers seldom approached this cell, and left every time they dropped their bread, so no one noticed that the overall height of the floor of this cell was a few centimeters higher than that of the other cells, and the space inside was much flattened.

However, the wall was obscured by Dudian's torn straw mats, blocking the view.

And this straw mat has been blocked here for more than half a year, and the last time the people in the cell next to him wanted to take it secretly, but Du Dian found it in time, pounced and grabbed his arm, and almost tore his arm off.

Since then, the people in the cell next to him have never dared to approach Dudian's cell, and they are used to the straw mat blocking it.

When he was done, Dudian closed his eyes and rested for a while, and when he was almost asleep, he was woken up by the sound of the other cells talking, and immediately grabbed the harder and larger stones next to him, cursed and roared and threw them.

The stones smashed into the other cells, and there was a loud curse from inside, knowing that the madman was sick again.

Dudian threw and smashed indiscriminately, and when the stones were finished, he still grabbed the steel pillar and roared, hitting his head against the steel pillar as if he wanted to break free.

After making a fuss like this for a while, he gradually regained his composure and continued to sleep.

These cells that were thrown by stones all felt helpless, scolded and scolded, but they didn't dare to fight back, it was unnecessary to provoke a madman, not to mention that Du Dian was not an ordinary madman, so he could only throw the stones thrown by Du Dian into the corner of his cell and ignore it.

After all, this didn't happen in a day or two, and they secretly thought that when Dudian broke the ground too badly, sooner or later they would be beaten by the jailers.

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Hengheng, such a brilliant idea, there should be rewards and applause here, Kangmang~! (To be continued.) )