Looking at the two bowls of porridge and two plates of side dishes in front of him, Chen Ziyang reacted suddenly, something was wrong, how did they know that they were awake? When I looked into the room before, I didn't see any food on the floor, it was clear that it had just been put in, and it was only delivered after the person who had confined him knew that he had woken up.

Thinking of this, Chen Ziyang hurriedly looked at the entire room more carefully. He watched carefully by the light that came through the bars. It turned out that just across the window, in the shadow of a blind spot in the sun, there was something like a camera, and there was a small red dot underneath the camera, which seemed to be working properly.

Chen Ziyang wanted to see the style of the camera carefully, but the place where the camera was placed was the dead corner of the light in the whole room, especially with the light coming through the iron window, which made the corner appear even darker, and he couldn't see the things in the shadows at all, but Chen Ziyang vaguely saw that the place where the camera was placed seemed to be the roof of this room, and it seemed that this room should be more than five meters high.

Looking at the needle in his hand and the two bowls of porridge on the ground, Chen Ziyang knew that the people who locked him up here should not want him to die, otherwise they would not have made so much effort to give themselves a hanging needle, and at the same time brought themselves food, and what Chen Ziyang could affirm the most was the type of food.

Normally, a person who has not eaten for a long time cannot eat staple foods, and cannot eat too much at the first meal. Because the stomach and intestines that have been inactive for a long time are easily disturbed by the sudden large amount of food, which leads to the death of the person, so generally speaking, for a person who has been hungry for a long time, his first meal should be porridge, and at the same time eat some small dishes that are easy to digest, and the amount of food should not be too much.

In this way, after a period of recuperation, you can slowly eat some fine food, and at the same time eat some other vegetables, until your body function is restored, you can eat normal people's food. It seems that the person who locked himself up here still knows some medical knowledge, and after thinking about it carefully, Chen Ziyang couldn't figure out who would lock him up here and what his purpose was.

Forget it, don't think about it, I'm already a person who has died once, what do you want to do. It's already God's gift to be alive now, but I don't know if my parents, Yang Lei and Umbrella Shishuai know that they are still alive, whether they know that they are locked up here, Wang Lele doesn't know what happened, whether Yang Lei woke her up, and whether she will leave any sequelae.

Then Chen Ziyang lowered his head and smirked to himself, now that he is so virtuous, what are those idle people doing. Be a monk for a day and hit the clock for a day, you have to get by, and you can earn a day by living for a day.

Thinking of this, Chen Ziyang gritted his teeth, straightened up, climbed down from the mattress, and picked up a bowl of porridge in front of him to drink. The first bite into his stomach, Chen Ziyang was choked and coughed continuously, and at the same time squirted out this mouthful of porridge, and this cough vibration made his chest hurt again, and it seemed that his ribs were still not healed, which proved that he should not have been in a coma for as long as he imagined.

Adjusting his breathing, Chen Ziyang drank the two bowls of porridge in small sips, and at the same time stretched out his tongue and licked the inside and out of the two bowls, not letting go of a grain of rice, it really quenched his thirst, so he was not so hungry.

In this way, one day, two days, three days passed slowly, in these three days, Chen Ziyang did nothing, when he woke up, he thought about it randomly, and fell asleep after thinking about it, and after waking up, he would find that there would always be a dinner plate and two bowls of porridge in front of the door.

Every time Chen Ziyang finished eating, he would put the bowl into the iron plate, and at the same time put the iron plate next to the small iron window under the iron door. Although Chen Ziyang wanted to ask the person who came to deliver the food about the specific situation here, he didn't meet the person who delivered the food every time, and he either fell asleep groggily, or he didn't wait for anyone to come.

Chen Ziyang estimated that this was the person who delivered the food deliberately avoiding him, and he would only come to deliver the food when he was asleep, and it seemed that everything was due to the camera. Since people are deliberately hiding, they are also in a passive state, so they don't force so much.

In the next few days, the porridge sent became thicker and thicker, it seemed that this person was really recuperating his body, and at the same time, Chen Ziyang's physical strength had also recovered a lot, although he was still a little weak, but it was no worse than a normal person, and he no longer fell asleep because of his weak physical strength, just like this, Chen Ziyang had seen the person who brought him food many times. To be precise, it was the hand of the person who delivered the food to him.

Every time it was time to eat, the iron window under the iron door would be pushed inward, and from there would come a shriveled hand, the owner of which must be not young, and it should be a man's hand, covered with black stains.

Looking at these black stains on his hands, Chen Ziyang hoped that the food he ate was not made by this hand, otherwise he would be really disgusted to death. After this hand takes the plate that he has eaten, he will bring in his own food again.

Chen Ziyang had opened his mouth several times to talk to this person, but the person who came to deliver the meal seemed to be a mute, so he didn't pay attention to him at all, no matter what kind of rhetoric, politeness, or even abuse Chen Ziyang had, he never got an answer.

Once, Chen Ziyang deliberately put the dinner plate he had eaten away from the iron door, and when the person who delivered the meal opened the small iron window, he did not get the dinner plate used by Chen Ziyang, and this person still did not speak, but pushed Chen Ziyang's next meal in.

Okay, don't you care about me, I'll see how long you can survive. Chen Ziyang also became stubborn, and from this time on, every time Chen Ziyang finished eating, he would put the eaten dinner plate in the innermost part of the room and pile it on the edge of the toilet.

And the person who delivered the meal didn't seem to mind, and still brought new food and new plates again and again. In this way, the two of them didn't care about the other, one desperately saved the plate, and the other brought a new plate rain or shine.

At the beginning, Chen Ziyang piled up these plates in a disorderly manner, but then he accumulated more and more plates and bowls, and there was no place to put them, so Chen Ziyang played with stacking blocks by the toilet and slowly built them up in a regular manner.

He placed the plate at the bottom, put the small plate in the bowl, and then placed the bowl on the plate, and at the same time placed another plate on top of it. In this way, the dinner plates next to Chen Ziyang's toilet were piled higher and higher, and piled higher and higher, until one day when he was asleep, these dinner plates were stacked high and fell down because of the unstable center of gravity, and woke him up.

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