Peter Miller was struck by the pathetic way the man across from him lived.

He watched as the man ate a few mouthfuls of moss, then a few drops of water, and another few more bites of moss. Then he drank water intently, kept his head up, constantly changed positions, opened his mouth, and closed his mouth.

Peter licked his dry lips again, restraining the desire to find droplets.

Desire tends to be more restrained and repressed, the stronger it becomes.

Peter endured the torment of thirst, and no longer looked at the man who was attentive to the drops, but lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. Think about getting some sleep, and when you fall asleep, you won't be thirsty.

Although his eyes were closed, he couldn't close his mind at the same time, all he thought about was water, and he would recall the sweet and refreshing feeling of drinking water when he was thirsty, and then he would think about the torturous way of drinking just now, and he didn't know how long it would take to drink until he was not thirsty.

After thinking about it for a while, he finally got up, raised his head, and began to look for the droplets.

Having to give in, Peter figured out that the thirstier he was, the more torturous this drinking was, so it was better to start hydrating while he wasn't very thirsty.

When he didn't care, the drop of water felt like it didn't take long to drop, but when he looked for it, he didn't see a drop for a long time. At first, there were several drops that he didn't catch, and they hit him in the face, which made him chagrin. He also often miscalculates, looking at the place where it is going to drip down, but instead of dripping, it drips next to it.

It seems that drinking water in the future is also a technical job. Peter thought sadly.

While Peter was concentrating on drinking water, the 'skeletons' with only skin and bones walked in front of his cell like ghosts, and the reason why they were ghosts was because in such a quiet place, so many 'skeletons' walked, and Peter could not hear a trace of footsteps.

The sound of the iron door opening continued to sound, and the sound of the rustling of the animal began to remember, and a 'skeleton' opened the cell door opposite Peter, walked up to the man opposite, and as soon as he bent down, he grabbed his feet, easily overturned the man, and dragged him out of the cell.

This time it was face up, and the man didn't struggle or resist, his head rubbing against the uneven ground, his eyes open and looking at the roof, not knowing what he was thinking.

The army of 'skeletons' dragged people past Peter's cell, and those men, both on their backs and on their backs, their necks seemed to be powerless, and they allowed the back of their heads or faces to rub against the ground. Face up was better, face down, Peter looked at it and hurt for them.

But no one screamed, and there seemed to be no pain at all.

Peter was worried that he would be treated the same, but fortunately no one came to open his cell door until the screams came.

Then, the symphony of screams began to play again.

Peter couldn't take it anymore and curled up in the corner of the bed, covering his ears with both hands, and endured it bitterly.

Just as Peter felt that he was about to pass out, there were suddenly footsteps in the passage, what seemed to be footsteps in tall shoes.

Peter's spirits are lifted, is he finally a normal person?

He didn't care about the discomfort, ran to the iron fence, and held on to the fence to look left and right. On the left side of the cell, Peter finally saw a normal-looking woman approaching.

She walked lightly, in this dark and gloomy dungeon, smiling and looking around, as relaxed and natural as shopping, as if unaffected by the environment and the screams.

She saw Peter holding on to the fence, and his smile bloomed like a lotus flower in bloom.

She has white skin and big eyes, a melon seed face, and is about 1.7 meters tall, but Peter just thinks she is petite and exquisite. Her short hair made Peter suspect that she had been bald before.

She was wearing a tight black leather suit, like Trinity in "The Matrix", showing off all her curves, although not plump and sexy, but also bumpy.

She walked up to Peter and smiled, "I'm coming to see you, how do you feel?" ”

He spoke Chinese, and his voice was not loud, but Peter could hear it clearly in the various screams.

Seeing Peter's still painful expression, she then asked seemingly innocently, "Are you uncomfortable?" ”

Like an innocent little girl.

Peter nodded weakly, then reached out to cover his ears again, and the man had already walked across from him, and he didn't need to hold on to the fence anymore.

The woman, or rather the girl, laughed again, and said, "Why are you so weak?" And the agent, I can't stand this little noise! This howl of pain is so moving, full of life, you can't stand it! ”

Then, she closed her eyes, opened her arms, and slowly retracted into a high and low gesture like that of an orchestra conductor, and her right hand was pinched as if she were holding a baton, and with those screams, her hands danced as if she were conducting an orchestra.

The way she seemed to be immersed in the beautiful music made Peter feel chills and goosebumps all over his body. How can there be such a perverted little girl! A girl who can take this kind of creepy scream that sounds creepy as enjoyment, I really don't know what kind of material it is made of.

Peter's stomach was full of questions, and he couldn't even ask.

The two stood opposite each other across the fence.

One closed his eyes and enjoyed himself with a look of intoxication, and his hands waved to the ups and downs of the screams, as if he was directing the orchestra to play a beautiful music.

The other endured in pain, looking at the girl opposite who was intoxicated with pain and wailing.

It wasn't until the miserable howling died down that the girl came to her senses and laughed, "What beautiful music! I couldn't help but listen to it for a while. Do you know? I wouldn't be able to sleep every night if I didn't hear these screams. I love them so much! ”

The latter sentence seems to refer to those who have been punished.

Once again, Peter was struck by her perversion.

The 'skeletons' dragged the corpse-like torturers over, but the girl became serious, turned and stood straight, watching the skeletons walk by as if she were inspecting the troops.

The 'skeletons' also walked up to her and turned their heads like their peers.

It wasn't until the 'skeletons' had passed that the girl turned around and said, "How is it, is the ghost servant I designed beautiful?" ”

Peter wondered why, was this asking the 'skeletons'?

When the girl saw that he did not understand, she said, "They serve these evil spirits and are punished, so they are called ghost servants." Pretty, isn't it? ”

Peter really didn't understand what could have anything to do with beauty in these ugly monsters, so he shook his head.

The girl was dissatisfied again: "You don't have any eyes, do you feel uncomfortable when you see them?" ”

Peter nodded, who would feel comfortable seeing these monsters.

The girl laughed: "That's right, I don't admit it if I know it's beautiful." ”

Once again, Peter is defeated by her perversion. He thinks it's better to ask the questions he cares about quickly, and he can't talk nonsense with her, this kind of person with messy thinking may leave in the next second.

Thinking of this, Peter hurriedly asked, "Where is this?" Why am I here? Can you let me out? Who are you? ”

The girl said, "What are you anxious about, I'm here to see you, and I won't run away." ”

"You're coming to see me?" Peter was amazed!

"You're a bit stupid, no wonder you're dying in a daze. I said at the beginning, I'm coming to see you, and you still haven't understood. ”

The girl continued: "This is the hell of Shengshi Technology, this is the eighteenth layer of hell, the eighteenth layer of hell. Whoever enters this hell must first come to the eighteenth floor to feel it. You're the first to come to this hell because of someone else, so I'm here to see you. ”

Peter doesn't understand, what the hell is this Shengshi Technology? Can it have anything to do with hell? So am I dead?