Every 10 days, let the wind out. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ten days is not a long time, but it is not a short time. For Fang Xiaobao, who was anxious to get out and wanted to regain his freedom, these ten days were simply like years.

I finally met the deadline.

It was the day of the release again, and the result was a big disappointment for him, and he did not receive good news.

The leader of the No. 3 bitter kiln, the old man, was carried out of the wind field by several subordinates this time, and his people looked very weak, and it was difficult to even act.

He's done his best. He went on a hunger strike for seven days, regained a little talent, and investigated the situation in the bitter kiln.

In a word, three bitter kilns, the belly of the abandoned silver mine, not to mention the plants, there is not half a rotten seed.

This result can almost directly declare that it is impossible to obtain plant seeds from inside the bitter kiln.

After the release is over. At Fang Xiaobao's suggestion, the No. 2 bitter kiln held another plenary meeting. The bereaved people discussed and came to a consensus that if they wanted to obtain plant seeds, they had to find a way from the outside.

Outside, that is, Alcatraz inmates. Their leader, Guan Yinghao, is selfless and enforces the law strictly. Not to mention plant seeds, this one has strict rules, even if it is a grain of mouse droppings, you can't get it.

Considering various circumstances, Fang Xiaobao was very frustrated. He has a plan for the perfect prison break, but the first condition is to get a seed.

Without this requirement, even the perfect prison escape plan is empty.

"Could it be...... Lao Tzu really has to accept his fate and be imprisoned in this ghost place until he dies of old age? ”

Around noon. After enjoying the rations, Fang Xiaobao, like his bereaved companions, lay on the ground paved with rags and slept. In the case of not having enough to eat, this is the only way to maximize the physical savings.

Do the math, it's been nearly half a month since I came to Alcatraz. In other words, half a month of captivity. In Fang Xiaobao's words, these days are very hard, boring, and difficult.

There are only two meals a day. Each meal is a small nest head with a small sip of water.

Not to mention the bereaved, even he is hungry every day, and he is miserable. Not only hungry, but also thirsty. Sometimes he almost couldn't help it, and wanted to take out the fountain of tracing the flow that he had accumulated these days and drink it all at once.

Of course, he knew he couldn't. These days, he has accumulated more than 150 drops of the spring of tracing streams, and if he drinks them all, it is estimated that he will directly skip the youth, middle age, and even old age, and decay and die.

But the taste of hunger and thirst is hard.

Tossing and turning, always unable to sleep. Fang Xiaobao got up and walked outside, preparing to go to the activity area to breathe. As soon as he walked out of the dormitory, he saw several small figures squatting on the other side of the activity area.

A bunch of bereaved children. Including bending, squatting on the ground, not knowing what they were playing.

Children are most adaptable to their environment. From the beginning of the panic and panic...... Until now, I mingle with the children of the deceased, play and have fun. It only took ten days.

Children have little physical exertion and are not as desperate for food as adults. Although they are malnourished, they are all skinny, but they are still very energetic.

While the adults were sleeping to save energy, the children would often gather together to play and pass the time.

Children don't know the taste of sorrow!

Fang Xiaobao looked in his eyes and sighed in his heart. In the No. 2 bitter kiln, there are many bereaved ancestors who are locked up here. Generations of captivity, never in contact with outside life.

The bereaved are special. If the parents awaken their talents, nine times out of ten, their children will inherit the bloodline of the bereaved people. Even if there are a few, there will be characteristics of intergenerational inheritance, and the bloodline innate ability will become stronger and stronger.

Bendwan is so small and reduced to a prisoner of the bereaved, it can be said that if the escape plan cannot be implemented, her life will be completely ruined. Not only that, if she has descendants, she will not be able to escape the fate of being imprisoned for generations, which is extremely miserable.

The child's family still doesn't understand it, and when she grows up, she will definitely not be able to accept it. There are many examples in the No. 2 bitter kiln, where the bereaved children who had lived in the outside world grew older, and became more and more eager for life outside and could not bear captivity...... Until despair, he took his own life and sought liberation.

Fang Xiaobao likes to bend very much, and doesn't want her to follow in the footsteps of those desperate bereavements. At the same time, for his own sake, he has to figure out a way to get out of the current predicament.

A seed...... Now, it's just a seed!

Thinking of this, Fang Xiaobao smiled bitterly. If it weren't for the fact that the situation of the bereaved people on Alcatraz Island was not clear in advance, there would be serious sequelae caused by seasickness. With his relationship with Niu Ben at the time, it was easy to get plant seeds. It was not difficult to hide from the sergeant and bring the seeds into the bitter kiln.

It's a pity that I didn't think of this at the time, otherwise maybe I would have successfully escaped from prison by now.

The more I think about it, the more frustrated I become. It wasn't until a crisp chirping of birds sounded that Fang Xiaobao woke up.

Looking at the group of bereaved children squatting in front of them to play, one of them was a little girl, with a pinned palm, and a half-seabird landed on it, chirping.

The little girl is the bend. She held the bird in her hand, and said to the bereaved friend beside her with joy on her face: "It's called quack, and I have a name...... This little guy has been playing with me since the time I came by boat! ”

"This bird is so fat, so meaty!" A bereaved boy licked his tongue. His tongue was like a snake, thin and long, strange and inexplicable.

"Bend, let's roast it!" Another bereaved boy suggested. This little creature looks exactly like a normal person, but its eyes are like sapphires, glowing with a faint luster in the dark light.

"It's my friend, I don't want you to eat it!" Wanwan was angry. Stand up, I don't want to play with these gluttons anymore.

Fang Xiaobao looked at the little bird jumping and jumping in his bent hand, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and his face suddenly showed surprise.

"Bend!"

He shouted. When the bird saw the living man, it seemed to be frightened, and flapped its wings and flew to a high place.

"Uncle Bao, what's the matter?" When he saw Fang Xiaobao, he pounced very affectionately. At the same time, she turned her head and beckoned to the bird. The latter flew to his shoulder again, tilting his head to look at Fang Xiaobao, although he was vigilant, he did not fly away.

After living in the No. 2 bitter kiln for half a month, Fang Xiaobao bragged about the mountains with his bereaved partners, and learned about the unique talents of many bereaved people.

Four words to describe it, strange and strange. The bereaved have all kinds of talents, and they have all kinds of things.

The little bird in front of him seemed to obey the command of the bend. Fang Xiaobao deduced that the little girl's natural ability may be able to communicate with birds.

If this is the case, it will definitely be a big surprise for Fang Xiaobao.

He asked a few words, and then instructed the other party to calm the bird and not let it fly.

After that, Fang Xiaobao turned around and went to the bedroom, waking up the sage and informing him of what he had seen.

When the sage led a group of remnants and followed Fang Xiaobao to the activity area. Seeing the crooks who were still teasing the birds playing, their faces were full of ecstasy.

"Child, do you understand the little bird?" The sage asked with a kind look on his face.

Wanwan nodded: "Yes, I can understand the birds, and they can feel my heart...... But now, it doesn't seem to work! ”

After half a month, Wanwan and Ma Wenfang began to eat rations for the bereaved. Soon, their father-daughter talents were suppressed and could not be triggered.

This is no surprise. The bereaved are exclusively provided with rations, mixed with the secret medicine of melting spirits, and as long as they eat it, their talents will be suppressed.

Although the talent is gone, there is something special about the bend. She made a lot of 'friends' along the way, including the little bird in front of her. Perhaps from the conversation between her father and Uncle Bao, the little girl learned that she might be locked up in a place where she was not allowed to go out in the future, and there would be no one to play with.

As a result, the other birds may not have found the ground. This little bird was clever, and even found the bend, and flew into the bitter kiln through the air hole, to find the bend to play.

Loss of talent. The communication skills are gone, but the friendships that have been cultivated before are still there. As a result, the bird is still in control of the bird, and they have a very good relationship with each other.

"Mental shock! Heart-to-heart communication! ”

After listening to what the sage said, he turned his head to look at Fang Xiaobao and Ma Wenfang, and said with surprise on his face: "This kid has two spiritual skills, and his talent is very powerful, in my estimation...... It should be a spiritual heaven-level relic! ”

Ma Wenfang was very happy. But thinking of the current situation of himself and his daughter, I can't be happy anymore.

Fang Xiaobao looked at Wanwan and said the key point directly: "Wanwan, can you let you, a little bird friend, help Uncle Bao find a few plant seeds outside?" ”

This is crucial, and the fate of all the bereaved prisoners on Alcatraz Island is at stake. One by one, their eyes looked at the bend, full of excitement and anticipation.

Tilting his little head, he thought for a moment, and then said, "I can try, it should be fine." ”