"Ding, Ding, Ding"

The crisp three bells are lazy and unwilling, even one more ringing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

How long has it been?

Three days? Ten days? Or a month? No, there shouldn't be a month...... Is there really not a month? Yes, probably yes, if the past year is also credible, or maybe only a few hours have passed?

No, it's still a year.

So...... How long has it been......

The dimly lit and cramped confinement chamber was only enough for a small single bed, and a spare 'walkway' where a toilet could be placed for four or five steps, and the only light was the color of the narrow window, which changed with the change of day, and in this case it was probably night, because the whole cell was dark and there was no light.

Not only the light, but also the smell had a rotten stench.

The feeding port of the iron gate slowly lifted up, making a slight sound of parts rubbing, and soon, a plate was placed in the feeding opening, the food mix was quite reasonable, green vegetables, rice, eggs, meat, and a small glass of juice, if the camera was only betting on this, you would probably think it was a restaurant set meal, the only difference is that there are no chopsticks or knives and forks in this box of packages.

"Fifteen minutes"

The muffled voice of the outsider sounded, and the feeding port was immediately closed, and all sounds were cut off again, not even the sound of footsteps.

The silent world was filled with the sound of short and long breathing and a weak heartbeat.

On the single bed, a figure sat up with difficulty, even if he only looked at the outline, his body was an extremely discordant type, the torso was thick, but the shoulders were unexpectedly narrow, not only that, but his limbs were also horribly thin, it seemed that they were no longer limbs covered with flesh, but thin and slender bones.

No, maybe it's the bones, and there is a harsh grinding sound as the man moves.

He stood up slowly on the bed, like an old man on the verge of death, holding on to the wall with one hand, moving his legs stiffly step by step, and there seemed to be something hard in the middle, making a sound of rubbing against the floor.

That's it, step by step, step by step.

In a distance of less than two meters, he moved for almost a minute, and when he finally reached the door, he knelt in front of the door as if he had exhausted all his strength, not suddenly, only mechanically stiff.

The floor and his knees collided with a hard object, it was no longer a muffled sound covering flesh, but some kind of hard object, something hard that had no cushioning or shocking, so that his whole body shook with this movement, like a skeleton, and if it weren't for his right hand on the ground, he would have fallen down immediately.

Shaking his body until he finally stabilized, he slowly raised his hands and stretched out for the food, the trembling movements that were more serious than those of Parkinson's patients fully confirmed the thoughtfulness of the food delivery person, because with such a pair of hands, there is no doubt that it is impossible to use knives, forks or chopsticks, even if it is difficult to eat directly with your hands.

However, he has obviously adapted to this way of eating, and he didn't use his hands to grasp the food, he just buried his whole face like a wild dog on the side of the road, and then took a big bite of a few pieces of green vegetables and licked a mouthful of rice, chewing carefully one bite at a time.

The greens are eaten quickly, then the eggs, and finally the meat, and the delicious ones always have to be put at the end, right?

He looked at the piece of meat silently, stretched out his already somewhat dry and stinky tongue and licked it, again and again, and then carefully bit down a small piece and chewed it in his mouth, but was it really special? It was just a boiled chicken breast with a little salt, not even a little fat, and the dried chicken fibers stirred in the mouth along with the tongue.

It's so dry......

He glanced at the juice next to him, stretched out his still crumbling tongue and licked it in the cup twice, then went back to taste the piece of chicken breast, which was not yet the size of a palm, and although he had tried his best to chew on it, he still ate it quickly, and of course he couldn't really eat it little by little, because the time to eat was not allowed.

If you haven't finished eating it by then, the electricity will make you.

He shuddered slightly at the thought of the possible outcome, and turned his gaze to the orange juice that still had half a glass left, and he ignored the stench in the room, and leaned his mouth over as he wrapped his trembling hands around the glass.

"Smack"

I really want to control it, but I ...... But the cup still fell to the ground!

In addition to the spills on his body, there were many spills on the floor, and seeing this scene, his pupils that should have been dilated in the darkness shrank together, like a seriously ill old dog, he trembled and urgently lay on the ground, hurriedly licked the juice on the ground with his tongue, and wiped the floor with the skin on his chest and even on his face.

After all this was done, he hurriedly picked up the cup with trembling hands, and after several beatings, he put the cup back into the lunch box, and at the moment when the cup and the lunch box collided, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

He continued to use his useless hands and feet to support himself to get up, which was not as good as a newborn fawn, but perhaps the juice on the ground had not been completely wiped off, and he still couldn't stand up after several efforts.

Just like that, collapsed on the ground.

He looked at the bed not far away, and the fear of not returning to his place made his physiology react instinctively, saliva dripping uncontrollably, and his whole body trembled.

Just like that, looking at the cramped bed.

Gradually, the trembling on his body eased a little, his deep gaze passed through the darkness, and suddenly, something seemed to be broken at this moment, his body trembled a few more times, and finally began to move his hands again, slowly reaching out to the front of his body to support it, but he didn't try to stand up.

Crawling, he chooses to crawl over fallen plates on the ground like a real wild dog, crawl over rotten food, crawl over his own incontinence excrement.

"Bang"

The tremor of his hands and feet made him fall to the ground as soon as he had climbed a meter, burying his whole face in the excrement he had pulled out, and the stench was irrepressibly pouring into his nostrils, which was about to fail, and even his mouth seemed to be a little contaminated.

I don't know how long it has passed.

"Woo...... Hehehe...... Ha ha...... Yes!! Ahh!!hhhhh Yes!!!!! ”

In his own excrement, he cried and laughed and shouted wildly, allowing the disgusting excrement to rush into his mouth, and he even laughed and stirred it with his tongue.

What the... There is nothing left.

There is nothing left!!

"Kill me! Kill me! Kill me...... Kill me......"

He yelled, tears uncontrollable, but his voice grew quieter.

"Please...... I beg you...... I've said everything...... Why don't you kill me...... Why? Why? Did I say it all? Why? Please...... I beg you...... Don't do that...... Don't do that, okay...... Ask for ...... I beg ...... You guys...... I'm ...... I really ...... It's all said...... Woowoo"

In the end, all that remained was the uncontrollable cry of whimpering.

Low, but full of despair soaked in the bone marrow

It is a ...... that has lost everything, everything that is human. Old dogs.

"Hereby ......"

That is, the sound of the door opening.