The Gulag labor camp, the hell that floated up from under the nine springs.

The Russian writer Alexander Solzhenitsyn once wrote a book called "The Gulag Archipelago" in voluminous writings. The book tells us that the horror and horror of Gula no longer need to be retold by others for this human purgatory, and that those who go there mean the complete loss of the future, and also means that their lives end early, and endless pain will sink deep into their skin, muscles, and bones, and flow into their bone marrow alive. Although there were countless Soviet writers who extolled this terrible slave labor camp. Today, in the 21st century, they always say, "Don't do this! Don't go over old accounts. ”

Frankie Mill stared at the night sky outside the iron window for a long time, the thin smoke rolled in the starry sky, since the advent of the industrial age, the industrial exhaust gas in the sky, like an easy to conquer, but difficult to let go of chanji, lingering and obsessed, like a dream of the blue sky.

Perhaps it was the wind that blew away the cloudy smoke clouds and made the night sky starry tonight. Frankimir stared at the starry sky, thinking about the past and thinking about the future. As he was deep in thought, a continuous bell suddenly rang outside the cell.

"It's time to eat." Lao He said, he got up from the bed, stretched, and yawned again. He picked up the worn shoes from the dirty ground, put them on his feet casually, rubbed his nose, and stood in front of the iron door of the cell, waiting for the iron door to open.

The prison guards in the corridor opened the cell doors one by one, and with the clanging sound of the iron doors opening, the prisoners in each cell walked out one after another. Their eyes are glazed and their movements are slow, and although they are alive, they feel as if they are dead.

Frankimir followed behind him and walked out of cell 151, where the stench permeated the place made him feel sick at the thought of food, and he wanted to vomit.

The prisoners were arranged in a crooked row, like a long worm slowly wriggling forward.

"Where are we going?" Frank Miir asked Lao He.

"Shut up! Don't talk to each other when queuing, you will be seen by the prison guards, and you will suffer. ”

"Why ......"

"Just follow me."

Seeing Lao He's nervous look, Frank Mimir didn't say anything more, just silently followed behind Lao He.

"Hurry up, go quickly, don't be sluggish, you only have fifteen minutes to eat, don't drag on me." Standing in the corridor of the patrol, the prison guard kept shouting, as if every prisoner here owed him a huge amount of money.

In the cafeteria, the long tables and benches were nailed to the ground, and dozens of prisoners sat on the benches, gobbling up their meals. Today's dinner was mashed potatoes with some onions and dried saury crumbs, not too good to say and not too bad.

Frankimir took the food and sat down next to him. He heard several prisoners sitting around the long table next to him, whispering about something, which sounded like a mysterious disappearance of a prisoner.

The prisoner is missing, which makes Frank Miir quickly think about escaping. Prisoners in prison will go missing, and it is clear that this can only be an escape. If someone can escape from prison here, then he will be able to escape from prison as well.

Frankimir pricked up his ears to hear their conversation clearly, hoping to be inspired by it so that he too could successfully escape the terrible hell on earth. Thinking of this, Frankimir couldn't help but get excited. This caused him to fall into the abyss of despair and rekindle the spark of hope.

Suddenly, something twisted on Frankimir's ass, followed by a burly bald man, who sat down next to Frankimir. The dark-skinned, burly man, with his bald head, reflected the lights on the roof of the cafeteria. His belly was cleanly shaved, and his eyebrows were sparse, as if they hadn't grown back after shaving.

"Hey! I said, Xiao Xianrou, you're new here, right? How I've never seen you. The bald man asked.

"I just arrived today." Frank Miir replied politely, he didn't really like the bald man in front of him, he thought he was born with disgusting.

"They all call me 'Condor', what's your name?"

"Frankimir."

"I think you should know that if you want to get along here, you have to learn to walk with the strongest." The man, who called himself a "vulture", squeezed his eyes.

"Really?" Frankie Mill asked dismissively.

"Of course, I think I'll take good care of you." The bald man said, his hands unruly, groping Franky Mir's back.

Frank Mill grabbed the bald man's reckless hand with a quick movement and stared at him with a sharp gaze.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to be a little strong, I like guys like you." The bald man said with a lewd smile.

"Take your hands away." Frank Mire rebuked in a low voice, his last warning.

"I like it." The bald man smiled vulgarly, the expression on his face was disgusting.

Frankimir couldn't stand the man in front of him, who called himself "Vulture", he grabbed the bald man's hand tightly and pushed it back hard, but there was an expression on his face that nothing had happened. No one here knows that Frankmir is specially trained, the KGB secret police, and it is undoubtedly self-defeating to provoke him.

The pain in his heart instantly distorted the bald man's facial expression, and he wanted to break free of Frankimir's hand, only to realize that his strength was completely incomparable to Frankimir's.

The bald man could no longer bear it, and the sharp pain from the arm twisted by Franky Mill fell from the bench to the ground. The prison guard in the distance saw the bald man lying on the ground and asked loudly, "What are you doing!" What's going on? ”

"I didn't ...... Nothing, I accidentally slipped on. The bald man explained as he got up from the ground. His arm was still in sharp pain, and he endured the pain, pretending that nothing had happened, and sat back in his chair, not wanting to be seen as fragile as a three-year-old against Franky Mire's power.

"Don't cause trouble." The prison guard waved the sausage-like baton in his hand and said contemptuously.

The bald man knew how powerful Frankimir was, and didn't dare to provoke him again, just bowed his head and ate his own things.

Dinner wasn't too bad, but for some reason, Frankie Mire couldn't eat a bite. Seeing that the dinner on Franky Mill's plate was motionless, Lao He, who was beside him, asked in a low voice, "Don't you eat?" ”

"I don't have an appetite and can't eat."

"You won't mind if you don't eat me, right?"

"Take it if you want."

"You have to eat, or you won't be able to hold on."

"Thank you."

Frankimir nodded, still giving his food to Lao He.

"Okay, I'll take it. If you let the guards know that you don't eat, they're going to lock you up, and that's a scary place. ”

"Is there anything more terrible than here?"

"Trust me, you won't like that kind of place."

It wasn't long before the bell rang again, and all the prisoners got up from their chairs, put the plates containing the food back into the designated baskets, and walked back to their respective cells in a long line again.