Suburbs of Xiangcheng, Huangshan Prison, Room 9 of Men's Cell.

Wu Zhen looked at the corridor outside through the small window on the heavy iron door, his eyes were glazed, and the heat that rose inexplicably from the bottom of his heart lingered.

Today is the first day that Wu Zhen has come in, which means that there are still 149 days to go to prison.

"Boy, what happened? How many years is the sentence? Behind him, there was the weak voice of cell leader Wang Hui.

Wu Zhen didn't look back, and replied lazily: "Intentional wounding, five months." ”

Today's weather is very strange, there is no hot sun, but it is very dreary, humid and hot, making people groggy and listless, and there is no interest in doing anything.

Seventeen people were held in this cell, and their sentences ranged. The longest is twenty years, the shortest is only one year, I didn't expect that it would be only five months today, Wang Hui looked at Wu Zhen's back, smiled wryly and shook his head.

No one spoke anymore, and the cell gradually fell silent, and only the heavy panting of everyone could be heard. Except for Wu Zhen, everyone thought so.

In three days, in just three days, Wu Zhen's life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

At noon on the first day, he went to his girlfriend's company to pick her up with joy, but met a big fat man who was stalking her, his eyes were red, and he slapped the forty or fifty-year-old face.

The next day, he received a summons from the court, inexplicably went to court as a defendant, and was subsequently sentenced to five months in prison for intentional wounding.

On the third day, the sky was suffocating gray clouds, and a light rain had already fallen in his heart, and at one o'clock in the afternoon, he was escorted to Huangshan Prison on time.

A breeze blew in from the small window, mixed with the special heat of early summer, Wu Zhen took a deep breath greedily, trying to relieve the irritability that was entwined in his heart, but it did not relieve a bit, but was choked by the dust in the wind, and his throat was strange. Itching, he hunched over his mouth and nose, coughing painfully and violently.

There was a sudden pain in his throat, and Wu Zhen spread out his left palm, and his palm was red.

Wu Zhen's eyes widened, staring blankly at the bloodstains, and his brain went blank.

Wang Hui's characteristic hoarse voice sounded abruptly behind him, not concerned, but coughing, coughing loudly, coughing more and more intensely, with no tendency to stop at all.

Seventeen people, all coughing.

What's going on?

Wu Zhen raised his leg and only took one step, and suddenly his body went weak and pounced on the iron door, but fortunately he hurriedly grabbed it. I stopped the vertical iron bar on the small window, and barely managed to stabilize my body.

Through the window, Wu Zhen saw gray dust flying everywhere in the air, and in the corridor, the prison guards who hurried by covered their coughs, and no one was an exception.

Listening to the coughing sound in the cell that gradually subsided, Wu Zhen turned around, but suddenly fell to the ground, leaning his back against the iron door, unable to speak in fear.

Except that Wang Hui was still panting slightly. Outside of the breath, the other fifteen people all fell to the ground, not moving, and the faces of a few people happened to be facing Wu Zhen, so he saw their faces, and the eyes of these people were all high. It is raised, the facial muscles are strangely twisted together, and the whole face is dead gray.

Wu Zhen shuddered, couldn't help but feel numb on his scalp, his hair was cold, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

"This ...... How is this ...... What's going on? Wang Hui saw that Wu Zhen was still normal, leaned over to him, and asked tremblingly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of strange, muffled sounds came from outside the iron gate.

Wu Zhen held on to the iron door, struggled to stand up, and looked out through the small window, only to see that almost all the prison guards had fallen to the ground, and only a few were still struggling.

"What......" Before Wang Hui's trembling words could be fully spoken, the ground suddenly shook.

After a moment of silence, the earth began to shake and shake violently, and everything that could be seen by the two of them was beating and jumping uneasily.

The walls of the cell suddenly cracked, and a long and narrow crack appeared, one, two, three...... Several cracks climbed and stretched rapidly, and within three or two seconds, the entire cell was filled with cracks, and then there was an earth-shattering bang.

At the moment of emergency, the two made the fastest reaction in their lives, Wu Zhen approached the iron gate, and next to the iron gate was the corner of the wall, after feeling the shock, he stayed for a moment, immediately shrank to the corner of the wall, and covered his head tightly with his hands, Wang Hui was faster than Wu Zhen, and rolled directly on the spot, clinging to the root of the wall.

Falling stones. The block smashed on the body like raindrops, but it was more powerful and powerful than the rain, dense, very abrupt, and after just a dozen seconds, the "rain" stopped.

When the angry world stopped roaring, Wu Zhen suddenly clenched his teeth. Biting, the green tendons on his head burst out, and at this time, a huge pain hit from all over his body, about to devour him, but he smiled, I'm still alive, it's good to be alive!

The dust that shook up flew everywhere, and as he breathed, a lot of dust poured into his nose, Wu Zhen tried his best to slow down the rhythm of his breathing, and forcibly resisted the desire to cough them out. Hopefully, it's not out of danger yet, it's like a volcano pressing on him, it may erupt at any time, and a slight movement will kill him.

Wu Zhen was originally squatting in the corner, but now he was directly smashed and half lying on the ground, his two hands were raised above his head, there was a heavy pressure on his hands, his face was sticky, and the unknown liquid was dripping down drop by drop, warm and crisp. Hemp.

At the critical moment, Wu Zhen felt that something was drilling into his left palm, and his palm was immediately surprised. The itch was unbearable, and his consciousness was instantly overwhelmed by this surging crisp. The itch broke through, and the left hand unconsciously loosened, gurgling! The slate above his head then sank a few points, and the sudden increase in the huge pressure on his body successfully woke him up, and his left hand hurriedly pushed up to support the slate that was about to collapse twice.

Wu Zhen was afraid for a while, a lot of sweat oozed from his forehead, but his left hand was silent, there was no abnormality, and nothing seemed to have happened.

There was silence all around, there was not a trace of sound, and there was no light, Wu Zhen twisted his sour neck, and looked at both sides with wide eyes, but in vain, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and the boundless darkness was about to erode him.

Boom! Bang bang!

The sudden sound was so weird and abrupt, echoing in this dark world, Wu Zhen was also woken up, he immediately reacted, this voice was clearly someone outside.

"Anyone? Help me...... Help me! ”

Wu Zhen couldn't raise his head, and he couldn't hear which direction the people outside were in, so he had to yell at the ground with all his might, and after the vibration and filtration of the cement slab, it seemed to be an urn outside.

The people outside were obviously stunned for a moment after hearing the voice, as if they were frightened, and then, Wu Zhen heard the sound of heavy and light footsteps gradually approaching, and his heart became inexplicably nervous.

The footsteps stopped, and a pair of big hands plugged in. Entering the gap between Wu Zhen and the cement slab on his body, he lifted it hard, and the stone slab weighing more than 200 catties was pried open a gap, Wu Zhen felt a light on his body, and a faint light penetrated through the gap.

By the light of the sky, Wu Zhen looked out from the gap and saw two bloodstained small ones. The legs stood in front of him, one of them bent at a strange angle, above his head, the palms of the two hands clutched on the cement slab were dripping with blood, ticking! A drop of blood just dripped into Wu Zhen's widening eyes.

Wu Zhen subconsciously raised his left hand and slapped it on the cement board on his body, in the dust, more than 200 catties of cement board was actually knocked over by him, the dust settled, he also saw the appearance of the person in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but froze, the cold hair stood up all over his body, the upper and lower rows of teeth kept chattering, his legs seemed to be clamped, and he didn't dare to move.

This is a bloody person, his hands and face are covered with blood, as if he is covered with a layer of plasma, only the eyes are black and white, at this moment, the bloody man smiled at Wu Zhen, revealing two rows of yellow teeth.

"Your kid is so big!" Wang Hui looked at the thick cement slab on the ground that was turned over by Wu Zhen all of a sudden, and added in wonder: "It's also quite strong." ”

Wu Zhenyi. Sitting on the ground, he breathed a long sigh of relief, "Brother cell boss, you scared me to death!" ”

Wang Hui was stunned for a moment, didn't understand what he was scaring him, looked around, his eyelids trembled, supported his right leg, sat down slowly, happened to sit on the iron door that fell to the ground, patted the iron door, and said with a sigh: "The prison is gone, I'm still a fart cell boss!" Have pity on my leg, tsk! This he. Mother. It has to be level eight, right? ”

When Wu Zhen heard this, he noticed that Wang Hui's right leg and ankle were swollen and inflated.

"Are your legs alright?"

"Alas! It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive, it's better than these people. Wang Hui sighed.

Wu Zhen suddenly remembered something, stood up and looked around, but he couldn't see any complete buildings, all of them were broken walls, and some surviving prisoners sat blankly on the ruins.

What is more visually striking is not the collapsed buildings, but the blood mixed in and the corpses soaked in blood.

Few of the corpses lying on the ground were intact, stumps and broken arms were everywhere, some corpses were directly smashed by steel bars, internal organs, broken bones, and blood were squeezed out alive, and some only left half of the body with intestines flowing in thin water, and the other half was missing, and some decent corpses were lying on the ground very quietly, but in the head part, only a puddle of white and red paste was left on the ground......

Wu Zhen's face turned pale, he sat back slowly, opened his mouth suddenly, and vomited loudly.

Vomiting makes my stomach cramp. It's cramped, and there's nothing left in it to vomit.

Wu Zhen began to cough again, coughing loudly and heartily, and the thick foreign body in his nose was thrown out, gray and bloodshot.

Wang Hui said lightly: "Spit it out!" Spit it out! Just spit it all out. After he got out, he saw this shocking scene, and he also vomited so much that he was about to vomit out his intestines, which was so terrifying, too tragic, it was hell on earth.

Wu Zhen knelt on the ground panting, supporting the ground with both hands, but he noticed a trace of abnormality, grabbed his left hand from the ground, spread out, and there was a pinch of gray dust in the palm of his hand.

The dust dissipated, and the gray snowflake marks on the palms of the hands exuded a heroic light, and the pool of blood that was spit on the hands before now has no traces at all, and the palms are very clean, except for the demon. Brilliant snowflake marks.

Seeing this strange scene with his own eyes, Wu Zhen's brain short-circuited for a moment, and when he looked at it, the ground had already been covered with a thin layer of gray dust, and he suddenly raised his head.

There were clouds in the sky, and the gray clouds covered the sky so densely that there was not a trace of sunlight in sight, and I didn't even know if there was a sun now.

The clouds are "raining", gray rain.

Wu Zhen looked at the gray dust falling from the sky, and thought of those fallen prison guards and fellow inmates. Protruding eyes, dead gray faces, these people should have inhaled the dust before they fell, and they all had symptoms of coughing, and they were the same as Wang Hui, but the two of them were still alive, but those people fell down and were buried by reinforced concrete concrete.

The sky became darker, and unconsciously, the gray clouds had lowered a lot, and it seemed to be within reach, and the gray dust was fluttering and falling, except for the dazed survivors between heaven and earth, it was a gray scene, the strange and desperate gray of dead silence, Wu Zhen raised his head, let the dust enter the respiratory tract, itchy, but no longer let him cough, he lowered his head and looked at the imprint in the palm of his hand, and sighed faintly.

"I'm afraid...... It's not just an earthquake! ”

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