So the night before the plan was implemented, Harry, Ivan, and Fina were plotting in their room. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Harry, it's going to be dangerous to do that. Ivan frowned, sat cross-legged in front of the iron railing, and said worriedly.

"yes, Harry, it's too risky, why don't you do it another way. Fina echoed as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Obviously, everyone can't accept Harry's approach, although the success rate of being able to get out is very high, but after all, it is too risky, one is likely to put his life into it if he is not careful, the two of them don't care, but Harry is the most dangerous.

"Okay, okay, I'm glad that everyone can worry about me, but this is the only way to get out. Harry got up from his bed, walked over to the bar, and looked at the two of them.

"Alright then, we trust you Harry, it's not bad to get out, it's up to you Harry. Ivan stood up, stretched, and turned to the bed inside.

"Well, thank you. Harry looked at Ivan's back and said sincerely, being able to give his life to someone else shows that person trusts this person very much, this is a kind of trust.

"Well, then, I'll leave it to you tomorrow, Sister Fina. Harry said as he looked at Fina.

Fina nodded, but still clutched her chest uneasily, she had a sense of foreboding.

Seeing her like this, Harry smiled and said, "Don't worry, Sister Fina, I'll get you all out." ”

"Well, I know, you have to be careful, but Harry, I've always had a bad feeling in my heart—" Fina stopped talking.

"I understand, are you afraid that this plan will fail, don't worry, my plan is foolproof, even if they find out, you can still escape. Harry understood Fina's fears that if the escape plan failed, they would die a terrible death, but Harry would not let that happen.

Fina stopped talking, looking at Harry with a reassuring smile in front of her, Fina felt like an elder older than them for a while, very caring for others, always caring about others, children of this age are lying in their mother's arms and coquettish, but Harry never coquettishly to others, behaving appropriately, so mature and steady, but Fina felt an inexplicable heartache.

"Ah~, it's still quite a long time before the lights go to bed, or else, Harry, let's talk about your past, I'm very interested in you, that parent can raise Harry to be such a good person, I really want to know, don't you say, Fina. Ivan, who was lying on the bed with one hand on his head and yawning, glanced at Fina slyly.

"Uh-huh. Fina saw Ivan's brown eyes blinking at herself, sighed, and nodded, in fact, she also wanted to hear some things about Harry's past, after all, Harry was really too smart, how such a child was taught, it was really curious.

"Hey, since you want to hear it so much, then I'll talk about it. Harry scratched his messy black hair in embarrassment.

He also learned that Ivan sat cross-legged on the ground and spoke with great interest, like a child taking out his precious things to show off to other children.

"Formerly ......"

Harry's face flushed when he talked about his mother, which was very cute, but when he talked about his dead companions, Harry became a little sad, and only then did Fina feel that Harry was a real child, crying and laughing.

There was a sound of everyone talking in this cell, everyone was happy with him, sad with him, unlike other lifeless cells, this should be the only cell full of hope, and everyone has not given up hope.

When the lights went out, he lay back on his bed, Harry rolled over happily with the quilt, he had never been so happy, as if he had vomited all the unhappiness in his heart, the whole person was in a lot of spirits, for everyone, I must work harder.

This morning, as usual, there was no rooster crowing, only the intimate roar of the bald man getting up, and everyone rubbed their sleepy eyes, got dressed and shoved, and prepared to wash.

"Harry, get up quickly, or you'll be beaten up by your bald uncle. Ivan got dressed, stepped out of the iron door, and spoke into Harry's cell.

The bald man in front of the door had bruises on his forehead, and it seemed that he was very upset that Ivan was joking with him.

But after waiting for a long time, Harry still didn't move, as if he had overslept, and he didn't hear Ivan's shouting, so he didn't move.

"Strange, Harry, what's wrong with you, are you sick, getting up so late today. Ivan walked into Harry's cell and lifted his covers.

Hey, how is the quilt cold, feeling the quilt on his hand coming from a cold feeling without any temperature, Ivan looked at Harry who was lying on the bed and was speechless in shock, and the quilt in his hand fell to the ground without knowing it.

"Hey, hey, wake up, Harry, open your eyes. Ivan excitedly shook Harry's already stiff, cold body.

The bald man in front of the door sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly walked in, pushing Ivan to the other side, and carefully examining Harry's body.

The bald man stroked all parts of Harry's body, hard, the kind of stiffness and coldness that only dead people have, and then he unbuttoned Harry's shirt, revealing his chest, tilted his head sideways and put his ear on Harry's chest, carefully listening to Harry's heartbeat, no, nothing, put his finger under Harry's nose, no, still not breathing, the bald man looked at Harry who was lying on the bed as if he was asleep, showing a comfortable smile.

He then pulled out the knife at his waist, and Ivan took the bald man's hand when he saw this, "What do you want to do to Harry?"

"Get out of here!!" the bald man ignored Ivan and pushed him to the ground, then slit the epidermis of Harry's fingers, but strangely, the blood didn't come out and looked like it had solidified inside.

He finally gave up, slammed the wooden bed hard, and then said to Ivan who was sitting on the ground with an expressionless face, "He's dead." ”

Damn, how could he die all of a sudden! Now it's troublesome, he's predestined by the nobles, and things have gone bad.

"Harry, how could Harry ......" Hearing the bald man's answer, Ivan sitting on the ground was like five thunderbolts, chanting Harry's name incessantly, covering his head, looking incredulous.

Harry, you lied to us, it's not like this, you're obviously really dead, I'm such a fool, how could I be so stupid to believe your words, the more Ivan thought about it, and burst into tears.

Fina walked over slowly, leaned against the door of the cell, looked at Harry's comfortable appearance on the bed, covered her mouth and collapsed to the ground, crying silently, obviously unable to accept this fact.

"Remember, tomorrow I'll find a way to get the bald man to take me to that place, and then you just have to ...... like this" Fina remembered what Harry had said last night, he deliberately didn't say this way, it turned out that this was the reason, what a stupid boy, a fool who only thinks about others.