Ye Che slowly retracted his memories, people's minds are sometimes like an ocean, with countless fragments and details sinking in it, and every memory is a process of salvaging these fragments. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For Ye Che now, this kind of salvage is already a daily must-have, because he has nothing to do. He didn't know how long he was going to be here, ten days, a month, ten years, or a lifetime.

"It's really the biggest gamble of my life." Ye Che opened his palm and closed it slowly, watching the contraction and change of the lines of his palm, as if everything was very unreal.

The cells next to Ye Che were all death row prisoners, watching all kinds of people trembling and being dragged out every day, but never came back, never so close to death, Ye Che really felt the overwhelming high pressure. Even after returning from the labor camp every day, no one in the entire prison spoke, and everyone was silent as if they had taken root here.

In fact, Ye Che knows that life imprisonment and the so-called life imprisonment are two different concepts, and generally life imprisonment will be reduced by 10 to 18 years if the sentence is seriously re-educated through labor for more than two years, so there are many people here who really hope that they will have a chance to go out again. But for myself, two years is too long to delay.

Maybe it was on purpose, but he just stayed with these death row prisoners, Ye Che didn't know if it was a mistake in the detention, but there was no doubt that every time Ye Che felt that there was not enough time, he could see the preciousness of time in these people, no matter how long the prison time was, it was better than dying immediately, as long as he didn't give up, everything was possible.

But Ye Che found a turning point one night.

It was still the usual hard work after a hard day to reach the evening meal time, and the only time a day to have contact with the inmates in other cells, but they were not allowed to make noise during meals, so the inmates in the prison created a gesture to facilitate communication.

Ye Che spent two weeks in prison observing their tiny movements, and finally mastered their way of communicating. Although I never communicate with others, I know what some people will do next by observing their movements.

Some of them are going to break from prison.

At first, Ye Che thought that he had misunderstood the meaning of their gestures, but as time passed, Ye Che found that almost every day revolved around a certain topic, sometimes about time, sometimes about patrols, sometimes about vehicles. Ye Che is not a bad man, he knows that there are people here who are restless, after all, those who can come in are extremely smart geniuses.

That night, Ye Che nibbled on the steamed bun in his hand as usual, and continued to observe the gang that was preparing to escape from prison, surprisingly, there was very little communication tonight, and whenever the man sitting opposite him squinted his little eyes and squinted at the man on his right, he always shook his head slightly. I don't know if they found something.

However, this was only the beginning of the anomaly, and just when Ye Che thought that they might give up their plans, the man sitting on his right touched Ye Che with his elbow.

Ye Che turned his head to look at him, and the man drank the soup with an expressionless face. Fingers tapped on the edge of the bowl, and he was actually signaling to himself!

"You know our code." Ye Che interpreted them one by one in his heart, secretly admiring that he had found out that he already knew their code.

Ye Che twisted his head back, as if absentmindedly putting his fingers on the table and tapping.

"Yes, what are you going to do, prison break?"

The man slowly drank the soup from his bowl and deliberately tilted his head to cover his face while tapping his right hand on the table.

"Yes, I want you to do me a favor?"

"What's the busy?" Ye Che looked around, as if it was time to return to his cell, and the policemen were each holding batons and ready to move.

"Tonight, we don't have much time." After typing this message, the man touched his ear.

Ye Che carefully observed the tapping of this paragraph, in fact, he didn't understand much what it meant, he only understood the words we, time, etc., but this did not prevent him from understanding, because the man made an obvious hint that this set of codes can actually be transmitted by sound!

A voice sounded in the hall, it was time for every prisoner to return to their cells, Ye Che paid attention to the man with small eyes, he was not in the same area as himself, but the man next to him was actually in the same area as himself, that is, he was about to be shot on death row.

But for now, it seems that he is not ready to sit still here, he is ready to give it a go.

Ye Che only knew one kind of signal transmitted by sound, that is, the Morse code, if nothing else, the man was telling himself that he would use his voice to tell himself his actions tonight.

The man's cell was the innermost part of the entire district, Ye Che turned his head to take a look, but he was still some distance away from his cell, and he didn't know how he was going to pass the information over.

At first, Ye Che was very excited, lying on the bed almost holding his breath, listening attentively to all the sounds around him, but he didn't capture any useful information. He thought maybe the man wasn't ready.

But after a long, long time, Ye Che was almost asleep, and he didn't notice any signs of regular sounds, but there was a sound of calm breathing around him, and it seemed that some people with a good mood had fallen asleep.

After another period of time, Ye Che found that the moonlight had fallen straight down from the window on his side, it should have been midnight, why did the man still not take any action, could it be that he ignored it?

Ye Che woke up all of a sudden, and the slightest drowsiness he had suddenly disappeared, if he missed the man's signal, it would be over, and he probably thought that he had received the signal!

He hurriedly memorized all his hearing, the sound of breathing, the chirping of insects outside the window, the sound of distant trucks passing by, the sound of water droplets, and the occasional cough or two. What is it? Or did he already send the signal?

No, it won't. Ye Che believed that he was not the kind of man who let uncertainties exist, what he wanted was to escape from prison, if he didn't receive his reply, he should keep sending messages, even if he didn't sleep all night. But what exactly is the sound?

Ye Che listened carefully, every voice here was too ordinary, he could hear it every night, what was he passing on to himself?

Ye Che silently memorized the sound length and short marks of the Morse code in his heart, and the reason why he was able to see through their gestures was because they used the adaptation of the Morse code, adding a little bit of their own elements, but most of the modes still did not change.

Suddenly, Ye Che noticed a certain sound, intermittently, as if it was done on purpose, this kind of sound is especially common at night, no wonder he hasn't noticed it, this sound will sound every night, but tonight's sound is extremely irregular, he is using this to transmit information to himself!

Ye Che laughed, he knew what the man was talking about, it was a terrible idea.

But he's also extremely smart and daring, does he think he'll agree to this kind of thing?

The water droplets in the palm of the "pop" palm once again completely dripped on the ground, and the man raised his head tiredly, once again filled his hand with water, and tried his best to control the dripping on the concrete floor.