On this day, two people were imprisoned, it seemed to be a couple, the man kept comforting the woman, and Jidao heard a cry full of sorrow, this voice was intermittent, even he felt something.

It's been a year. Yes, it had been a year since he had come to this dark place, where he could not see a single bit of light, and it was only recently that he had begun to hear voices, and in his world there had been other colors than torment.

Although, this color is also very dim.

In the past year, he has tasted almost all the physical pain he may have experienced, and now it seems that his perception is gradually deteriorating, and his sense of hearing and smell is slowly decreasing.

Except for the foul smell, it is the sour and pungent foul smell, the foul smell that emanates from one's body, and I can't smell anything else.

Physical torture, of course, more mental torture, if you lock up a person and don't give any resources except food and water, I'm afraid a person will go crazy in a month.

Not to mention the fact that Yakuza has been locked up for a year and tortured every day, and there is no doubt that people are animals that need to communicate.

But the perception is still there, he can feel that there are still two "cells" here, a man died directly in it on the first day before, and two more people came today.

。。。。。。

"What will happen to us?"

The woman's sobbing voice was still echoing, and the man's comforting voice also sounded:

"It's fine. It's a big deal to be tortured by him, don't be afraid, the pain of broken bones will pass by gritting your teeth, the most important thing to survive in this kind of place is your own will!"

The man showed a confident smile, and the woman also choked up and nodded, and when she turned around, she suddenly screamed, which frightened the man and quickly asked:

"What's wrong?!"

Between them, the woman pointed to the direction of the pole with a trembling hand:

"That. There seems to be someone there ... ”

The man turned his head in the direction of his fingertips, but he didn't expect that there was really a person, with the outline of a person, but because his whole body was wrapped in darkness, he couldn't see what it looked like, the only thing he was sure of was that there was indeed an object over there!

"Brother. Brother, can you tell us about what that madman is going to do next?"

Did Jidao hear it? Of course he did, but he didn't answer, no matter who it was, he didn't want to know what he was going to face next.

That night, screams and wails were heard endlessly. Jidao couldn't see exactly what was going on in front of his eyes, but he was still able to roughly judge it through his perception.

The scream was made by the man, and the specific process was extremely reluctant to describe, and there seemed to be no adjective to describe this kind of scream. Maybe I don't know how to describe it when I tell others about it, this kind of scream can only be described by imagination.

And seeing her beloved suffer like this, rolling wildly on the ground like a wild beast, and sparing no effort to scratch her body, until finally scratching blood, scratching the epidermis directly and finally dying tragically, the woman's spirit must have suffered a great blow.

This kind of mental torture may not be too unbearable when you imagine it when you don't experience it, but when you are really in the position of the victim, you will truly understand what kind of blow it is.

After the screaming stopped, there was a short scream, then a violent struggle and a man's laughter, and then Yakumi heard someone dragging the two bodies out of the place...

。。。。。。

Spring goes to autumn, time flies like this, and now the focus of this man's torture is no longer on Jidao's body, but whenever he has a new toxin, a new way of torture, he will experiment on Jidao's body first, and he seems to treat him as a sample of an experiment.

By the third year, Jidao had become numb to screams and screams. The shadow of death looms over the entire Prison of Evil, and as its name suggests, it is a place where sin erodes the will and life of man, and there are only two words shrouded in it - death.

Jidao survived, the man wanted to see how long he could last here, the current limit record is three years, and Jidao is almost approaching this date.

There seem to be a lot more people coming in here today, and it's not just the kind of mindless monster who comes to deliver food to him, this place seems to have "recruited" some ordinary people to deliver food.

Someone would be sent in every few days in the prison where Jidao was located, and then almost that night he would be subjected to inhuman torture, the longest surviving one, struggling for a month, and then finding an opportunity to commit suicide in the midst of boundless despair.

In fact, suicide is closely related to two words in the final analysis - hope.

When there is no hope, the man will choose to die. If being alive is a pain, everyone wants a relief.

It is like a person with all four limbs, without any relatives or friends, and can only live in an isolated and helpless world. If life becomes a burden, people will choose to die.

Why hasn't Jidao committed suicide yet? Actually, it's not because he has a noble mind and consciousness, but simply because he hasn't found a chance.

He is the only person with special "preferential treatment", locked to a seat, and has no soul power, if he wants to commit suicide, he can only directly penetrate his vital point through a sharp weapon, but there is no chance.

Thoughts of suicide were present in the first year, his mind was almost stagnant, every day except to bear the pain is to bear the pain, he once tried to starve to death, but in the end he was directly stuffed with food, he had no room to resist.

Is it now a luxury to even commit suicide?

。。。。。。

In the fourth year, he had a chance, a chance to commit suicide.

It must have been in the middle of the night, and Jidao suddenly heard a metallic voice from the ground, and then a person whispered:

"Hey. I found out that you have been locked up here for a long time, and I finally found a chance, the one on the ground is a dagger, if you want to get rid of it, I will help you. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a hurried departure voice, he was able to pick up the dagger, and then stabbed it into his throat without hesitation!

But the extreme road stopped, stopped at the last moment, he didn't even know why he stopped, he should have made up his mind...