Fished out the fallen thing from the toilet tank, and Chen Ziyang took it in his hand and looked at it carefully. What fell turned out to be a green leaf.

Finally seeing something fresh again, Chen Ziyang put aside the chaotic thoughts in his head, walked to the mattress with the leaves and sat down, picked up the green leaf half the size of a palm with two fingers, and looked at it carefully, this time, he looked at it for more than two hours.

Since being locked up in this cell, Chen Ziyang has had little access to new things, and the things he looks at every day are the same, that is, these things in the cell, so he is particularly interested in the fresh things that appear in the cell.

Last time, an ant appeared in his cell, and Chen Ziyang played with the ant all day until he fell asleep at night. When Chen Ziyang woke up the next day, he couldn't find the ant anymore, which caused him to be melancholy for a long time.

Pinching this leaf, Chen Ziyang looked back and forth again and again, looking at the lines of the veins on the leaves, looking at the outlines of small sawtooth teeth around the leaves, Chen Ziyang kept looking at it for a long time, a long time, until he felt that the leaves in his hands were a little hot, and the whole emerald green leaf was already a little wilted.

Raising his head, Chen Ziyang looked at the high window, and estimated that this leaf was blown in by the wind through that window, which was really a coincidence, such a small window could also win the lottery. At this time, looking at the leaves in his hand, Chen Ziyang's mind seemed to have a thunderclap exploding, and he suddenly thought about it, something was wrong, why was this leaf green!

Thinking about it carefully, Chen Ziyang remembered that it was November when he entered the Bohai Palace, and he had been locked up in this prison for almost two months, even if he counted the time he was in a coma, it would not be more than three months at most, so now it should be the end of January or the beginning of February, just when it was the New Year, it should still be winter, so this leaf cannot be green.

Thinking of this, Chen Ziyang looked up at the window again, and at the same time looked at the cement wall under the window, thinking about how to let the double ** substitute step on the strength between the two walls, so as to jump up and grab the window and take a look at the world outside the window.

But after thinking about it in his heart for a while, Chen Ziyang felt that according to his current speed and explosiveness, he couldn't do this at all now. So he gave up the idea and instead looked down at the leaves and continued to think.

Is he no longer in the Northeast? So where is this? At this time, the leaves are still green, there should only be the south, who took so much effort to get the unconscious self here and imprison here.

The problem is back to square one, Chen Ziyang knows that it is impossible to analyze the answer to this question by relying on the current clues, so he is thinking, it would be nice if there was a tool like GPS, then at least he would know where he was, right, the tool? Hey? What about my tools?

At this time, Chen Ziyang remembered that when it fell under the mountain stream, it should have carried five Five Emperor coins tied to red ropes and the three jewels he chose, a bracelet made of Hetian white jade, a string of Nanhong Buddha beads and a lacquer box. In this way, it makes sense that these things should have been confiscated by those who held them.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Ziyang looked at her clothes again, she clearly remembered that she had fallen into the water, so her clothes should be wet, but he thought about it carefully, as if when he woke up, the clothes he was wearing were dry, and it seemed that someone had deliberately dried them.

Chen Ziyang thought that he had been wearing cotton clothes and sweaters and did not feel cold or hot, and that he should have been imprisoned in the northeast region, but now he found that this was not the case, and it turned out that he had been misled by the temperature in the cell. Chen Ziyang looked at the moldy mattress and quilt again, thinking carefully, he thought that it was because this cell was relatively humid, so the mattress and quilt were moldy, but now it seems that the air here is already very humid. It seems that he must indeed be imprisoned in a certain part of the south.

Because he really didn't have the tools to judge his location, Chen Ziyang looked at the empty cell, hoping to find some clues, and then he walked to the toilet and pressed the flush switch on the toilet. The whirlpool formed by the flow of water in the toilet bowl rotates counterclockwise, and it seems that it is still in the northern hemisphere.

While doing fitness exercises, Chen Ziyang thought about how to collect more clues, thinking about it, he felt that he could only get the answer through things outside the cell, but outside the cell, except for the person who delivered the food, he couldn't touch anything at all, so he could only pay attention to some details.

The next morning, the food delivery person came again, still the same as before, and then after the iron window on the iron door was closed, Chen Ziyang leaned on the iron door, on the surface it seemed that he was slowly eating his breakfast, but in fact he focused all his attention on the door.

Sticking his ears to the door and listening carefully, Chen Ziyang hoped to be able to hear some people's conversations, or something else, whatever it was, at least it was better than his own random speculation here.

During the time before lunch, Chen Ziyang stood behind the iron door, pressed his hands on the iron door, and did push-ups against the wall, so that if there was any noise outside the iron door, he could hear it immediately, and at the same time, he would not make the people watching the camera footage in his cell suspicious of him.

Soon, it was time to deliver lunch, and after Chen Ziyang took the lunch, he was still leaning against the iron door and listening carefully. The corridor outside should be relatively empty, and the footsteps of the person delivering the food are heavy, and every step he takes, the footsteps he makes will produce some subtle echoes in the corridor.

Chen Ziyang was still leaning his back against the iron door, and at the same time turned his head slightly to put his ear on the iron door, listening more carefully, and at the same time silently counting the footsteps of the food delivery person in his heart.

“1，2…… 15，16，17…… 25......" When he counted to the twenty-fifth time, Chen Ziyang's eyes suddenly widened, because he seemed to hear the sound of the iron window being opened on another iron door, and at the same time, there was also the sound of the dinner plate sliding against the concrete floor.

Chen Ziyang's mouth opened wide in surprise, it seemed that there was more than one cell of this kind, and the people locked up in it were not just himself.

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