Wu Zhiyuan knew that he couldn't escape the torture of Adjutant Wang, so he gritted his teeth and was about to withstand this soldering iron, and at this moment, a voice sounded outside the door: "Report!" ”

The soldering iron in Adjutant Wang's hand stopped less than an inch away from Wu Zhiyuan's chest, and Wu Zhiyuan had already felt the burning breath on the fiery red soldering iron.

", what's the matter?" Adjutant Wang turned impatiently and shouted at the iron gate.

"Captain, the marshal called everyone over and said that there was something important." The voice outside replied.

"!" Adjutant Wang scolded softly, threw the soldering iron to the ground, turned to Wu Zhiyuan and threatened, "Think about it, don't play tricks on Lao Tzu, ask for money and choose your own life!" After speaking, he waved his hand to the rest of the people, and took the lead in opening the iron door and walked out, and soon, the sound of the iron lock being locked was heard outside.

The cell was quiet again, and the occasional faint crackle of coal in the stove dotted the silence of the night.

The moon climbed into the air at some point, and a bright light projected from the small iron window, sprinkling Wu Zhiyuan's body with silver white.

Wu Zhiyuan let out a long breath, thinking in his heart that the temporary torture was over, but the remaining time was still very long, and the pain of flesh and skin was definitely unavoidable, and it was unknown whether he could leave this cell alive.

Thinking of this, Wu Zhiyuan sighed, lowered his head to check his chest, and suddenly, he found that the ground in front of him was illuminated by the moonlight, and a slanted shadow appeared.

The shadow Wu Zhiyuan had seen a lot, so he just swept his gaze, but under this sweep, his heart suddenly "chuckled", and he withdrew his gaze again to stare at the shadow produced by his body on the ground.

Under this closer look, Wu Zhiyuan was taken aback, he saw that his shadow actually had two heads!

In other words, there is another person behind him! One of these two heads is his own, and the other is the one standing behind him!

The shadow's two heads did not move, and it looked particularly strange under the bright moonlight.

Wu Zhiyuan stared at the shadow on the ground, as if he felt the breath of the person behind him breathing in his ear, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, his eyes slowly turned to the right, and he wanted to use the residual vision of his eyes to see behind him, but due to the limitation of the range of vision, he couldn't see the situation behind him at all.

Simply turned his heart sideways, Wu Zhiyuan turned his head sharply to look behind him, there was nothing behind him, just a cold wall, and the cross-shaped wooden frame he was tied up was almost attached to the wall, and it was impossible to hide people.

What's going on? Wu Zhiyuan went to look at the shadow on the ground again, but found that the shadow was normal, with only one head. He tried to tilt his head, and the shadow followed in the same direction, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"Am I dizzy from hunger?" Wu Zhiyuan was puzzled in his heart.

Coupled with this toss, Wu Zhiyuan's psychology was exhausted, at this time the hunger had passed, and as soon as the mood was relaxed, there was a burst of sleepiness.

I don't know how long I slept, in the haze, Wu Zhiyuan faintly heard a sound of "rustling", he woke up with an agitated spirit, and looked vigilantly in the direction of the sound.

At this look, Wu Zhiyuan was startled, and involuntarily let out a soft snort in his mouth, he saw a child with a bare buttocks, squatting on the ground and fiddling with the soldering iron that Adjutant Wang threw away. Maybe the soldering iron was too heavy, and the kid couldn't hold it, just pushed it around on the ground.

The child turned his back to Wu Zhiyuan, Wu Zhiyuan's exclamation seemed to alarm him, he stopped fiddling with the soldering iron, and turned his head to look at Wu Zhiyuan. At the same time, Wu Zhiyuan also looked at him curiously.

The moonlight shone on the child's face, reflecting a grim white countenance, which was completely different from the usual white, and gave people an indescribable sense of unease.

Wu Zhiyuan stared at the child tightly, and the child's big eyes also stared at Wu Zhiyuan, and the two were in a stalemate for a long time.

"Shh......h

An innocent smile suddenly appeared on the child's face, and he stood up and walked towards Wu Zhiyuan.

Wu Zhiyuan found out that the child was less than his waist, his walking posture was a little shaky, and he looked about four or five years old, and the weather was already very cold at this time, but the child was only wearing a red belly pocket on his upper body, with a bare buttocks, and he was still a boy.

The child staggered towards Wu Zhiyuan, his eyes full of curiosity. Wu Zhiyuan is a person who likes children, if it weren't for his hands being handcuffed, he would definitely take a few steps forward to pick up the child and kiss him on his cute face, but at this time, he could only smile at the child to show his friendliness.

The child walked closer and closer to him, Wu Zhiyuan was about to open his mouth to ask where he came from, but he saw that the child's face suddenly changed, and his originally curious eyes suddenly turned into horror, his eyes widened, his mouth opened, as if he saw something very terrifying, he retreated again and again, and after taking a few steps, he turned around and ran directly towards the iron door of the cell.

When he was about to run to the iron gate, he slipped and fell to the ground, but he did not cry, got up and ran towards the iron gate again.

Wu Zhiyuan thought that the child had misunderstood him, and was about to call him, but saw the child rushing towards the iron gate, and then the young figure flickered and disappeared from the iron gate.

Wu Zhiyuan blinked vigorously, not quite believing the scene he had just seen, but this scene seemed to be real.

The soldering iron on the ground was still there, the charcoal fire in the iron furnace was faint but still burning, and there were still various torture instruments hanging on the three walls, but the child seemed to be the same as if he had never been, and other than that, everything around him was so real.

It's a little incredible, is it your own hallucination? Wu Zhiyuan wanted to reach out and rub his eyes, but his hands were cuffed and he couldn't move at all. He glanced around, but found nothing unusual, even the iron door was closed as if it had never been opened, and the qiē just now seemed to be just a hallucination, and it never happened.

Wu Zhiyuan has been entangled in his heart, until the sky is bright and there are a few faint rooster crows in the distance, and he gradually retracts his mind.

The feeling of hunger came to his heart again, and since he went to eat that spicy soup and sweet foam with Yu Yisu yesterday morning, Wu Zhiyuan has never eaten anything again, so he is already dizzy with hunger at this time.

Just as he was starving and about to fall asleep again, there was a stumble of footsteps at the door.