The angel banged on the iron door and shouted, "Let me out!" But the mysterious voice disappeared after he had said what he wanted to say. Mo Beitian was a little desperate at this time. In his eyes, there was essentially no difference between being imprisoned here and being captured by those from the Seventh Division. "Losing your freedom is the same as losing your life!" This is a ridiculous remark that any free person would find ridiculous. People always regard life as the most precious thing, as long as they can live, even if they lose everything, but if they really lose their freedom, they may not feel much at the beginning if they put a person in a cage forever, but over time, the pain of losing their freedom will suffocate him, and many people will eventually choose to commit suicide to end this pain. This may be what others often say: when you lose it, you know how to cherish it, and it is futile to regret it after loss.

The loss of his freedom once again frightened him, even if it was for a short time, and now that he was in prison again, this fear was undoubtedly further deepened for him. But if it was just fear, more difficult tests awaited him.

The first thing he did when he woke up for the first two days was to curse at the megaphone and camera, but no one paid any attention to him. Soon Mo gave up swearing. It's not that he doesn't want to scold, but he doesn't have the strength to scold, in fact, he is so hungry that he has no strength.

It's just a cave. Although there are traces of artificial excavation, the overall structure still retains the original natural characteristics. There was no food or water in the cave, and there was nothing on the walls except cameras and loudspeakers.

A day later, Mo Beitian was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he looked at the four walls of the cave, only feeling that the world was spinning. Although the cave is relatively ventilated and cool, Mo Beitian, who has not drunk water for two or three days, only feels like a fire in his throat. He kept licking his chapped tongue in the hope that he would feel better, but that didn't work much.

Another day passed, and Mo was already hovering on the edge of life and death. Although hunger is unbearable, he can still hold on, but if he can't drink water, he will basically have to explain here. In a trance, Mo Zhitian began to complain. This is his peculiar problem, which is caused by the background of an orphan since childhood. He is afraid of everything and is unwilling to accept everything, whether it is aiqing, friendship or faith, he can only be cowardly chosen, rather than taking the initiative to fight for something. Now that he was trapped here, and he was burdened with injustice, he thought of finding the truth to clear his name, but it was a decision in a state of freedom. At this time, he became a prisoner and was bullied, and no matter how firm his decision was, he became worthless in his fear.

The physical torment made his willpower weaker and weaker, Mo Yantian even had the idea of drinking his own urine, but he had to pee to do it, at this time he couldn't even stand up, so he could only sit against the stone wall and sit weakly.

Just as he was about to give up his life, Mo Beitian faintly heard a muffled sound, followed by a crackling sound. The sound seemed far away and yet very close, and after a while there was a muffled sound, crackling louder, like someone sprinkling beans on the ground.

At first, Mo Beitian thought that he was hallucinating due to hunger and thirst, but after listening carefully a few times, it seemed that it was not a hallucination. Mo Zhitian pressed his ears to the stone wall and listened hard - it was rain! It's raining outside! He was right, and after a while, rain began to seep down from above the rock face. Mo Beitian hurriedly raised his head and wanted to catch this life-saving Tianshui, but there was very little rainwater seeping under the rock wall, just dripping drop by drop, and the water droplets were very scattered, one drop in the east and one drop in the west, Mo Bitian couldn't drink much at all.

It is said that people on the line of life and death are always in a hurry, Mo Zhitian took off his shoes with a roll of his eyes, and then lifted it above his head with the strength of Zuihou. I sat in this position for a few minutes, and then put my shoes down again, which was already filled with a lot of rainwater, and Mo Yitian raised his head and poured all the water from his shoes into his stomach. At this time, he felt that what he had just drunk was a glass of cold aged wine, and the moment he drank it, a wave of vitality surged throughout his body. At this moment, I feel like I'm alive again! He half-knelt on the ground with his hands on his hands and shouted, "Oh my God! xiexie you let me live! xiexie you! "Mo Yantian's words are from the bottom of his heart, there is no religion and no belief in the republic, and he himself has never believed that there is anything supernatural on this shijie, but today the liliang of nature let him crawl out of the ghost gate, can he not be grateful? Mo could feel tears slipping down his cheeks. He had cried for the loss of his beloved, and he had cried for others who had wronged him, but the tears he shed at this moment were completely different from the previous ones, it was a joy of regaining his life!

After the joy, Mo Beitian slowly stood up, he took off the other shoe again, and raised the two shoes above his head together, so that he had two shoes at once. After drinking the two shoes, he felt that he had regained some strength, and he should be able to last a few days.

But the problem of lack of food has not been solved, and I am afraid that it will not last for too long. While he was thinking about it, he suddenly noticed two or three rats in the corner. It turns out that there are holes in the rock wall, and here is a natural home for wild mice in the cool dry room. However, due to the rain, a large amount of rainwater seeped into the holes, and the homes of the wild mice were flooded and had to be moved. Mo had not seen meat in days, and his eyes were green when he saw these wild mice. Without even thinking about it, he pounced and grabbed a live field mouse. If it was in the past, Mo Yitian was a melancholy literary young man who never killed, but now he just wants to live and leave here, and if he wants to achieve this wish, he can only be cruel once! Thinking of this, Mo Yantian swallowed this wild mouse alive in one bite.

It rained heavily for several days, but Mo Beitian survived by the rainwater seeping from the rock wall and the residents who dug out the rat holes to eat inside.

At this time, Mo Bitian began to think. He noticed that he seemed to have grown a little bit over the past few days. He used to be a coward. Because of the loneliness since childhood, I am afraid of everything around me, and I can't fully open my heart even if I have friends. Although this situation has been somewhat improved after meeting Xiaoxue, he is still a timid person in his heart.

It was in this situation that he encountered the greatest crisis of his life and became involved in a conspiracy that could affect the safety of the entire republic. Although so far everything is still in the fog, there are some clues that the conspiracy seems to revolve around itself.

If it was the old self, it would not be able to bear what was happening in the present. Even after learning about the conspiracy, he still couldn't bear all the things behind it, but during the time he was locked up in the cave, he realized a truth: people must bear everything they have experienced in order to live. Whether it's good or bad, whether it's spiritual or physical. It's an exercise, and it's impossible to face what happens next without a will of steel. If you want to find the truth, if you want to live and live with pride, you must be strong.

Mo Beitian couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this, and at this moment, the iron door blocking his progress suddenly opened