The lonely moonlight follows like a shadow, and the years pass by, like a lonely ...... as deep as the bottom of a cliff.

The warm sun rises in the early morning, and the light spreads over the earth.

The autumn leaves are bathed in sunlight, and the golden pulse beats happily.

The gentle breeze gently swept the branches, and the dead leaves fluttered. The languid light softly melted into the icy interrogation room......

Ji Qiang didn't know how long he had been in a coma before he slowly woke up.

Pale face, he licked his chapped lips.

There was no trace of pain in the aching body. As if it weren't his.

A pair of empty eyes, looking at the withered leaves outside the window slowly fluttering.

There was not a single sound, everything was so quiet, so quiet that people were afraid.

His mind went blank, as if he had been imprisoned from the power to think.

The road under my feet is full of confusion and I don't know where to go.

The Angel of the Night is like a ferocious devil, carrying a blood-colored and violent aura.

directly destroyed his desperate heart.

At that moment, he seemed to have aged a lot.

Longing for a pure land is just a good wish.

The onset of drug addiction struck like a flood of beasts.

He couldn't stop spasming, with his trembling hands.

His devastated flesh was carved with deep blood-colored marks.

Snot and tears kept pouring out, the thrilling itch.

It makes the pain of the flesh seem so small. The gradual loss of the desire for life is in strong contrast with the golden warm sun and harmonious world outside the window.

Maybe it's because the heart hasn't been completely wiped out, and in that small gap, there is still a trace of faith that can be pinned on tomorrow.

Although it is so unattainable, it is also what he relies on to survive.

Once again, the moon disappeared into the dark clouds, and the black sin continued to spread......

Jin Biao smiled slightly at the two prison guards in front of him. Then he waved his hand, and the two prison guards quickly bowed their heads and left.

After receiving instructions from the prison guards, Li Hu hurriedly took Ji Qiang back from the interrogation room.

looked at Ji Qiang, who was breathing weakly and was paralyzed on the bed.

Li Hu felt remorseful in his heart, and his rough face was full of tears.

Choked up and said, "Brother Qiang! I'm sorry, I hurt you."

Seeing Li Hu like this, Ji Qiang waved his hand weakly.

Said with difficulty: "Brother! Don't do that, I can't die."

The days went by like this, day by day.

Ji Qiang struggles with drug addiction every day. What a sturdy young man! Now the tortured bones are so thin that they even need someone to help them walk.

Ji Qiang felt a little strange this day, why hadn't he seen Li Hu for several days.

Ji Qiang was faintly uneasy in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the prison authorities to come with shocking news.

"Li Hu committed suicide in fear of crime"! This news caused a sensation throughout the prison at once.

In an instant, the entire prison was filled with a terrifying, eerie atmosphere.

The horror firmly pressed the heartstrings of every prisoner, and the black undercurrent was constantly surging.

The gold standard, the demon that devours people's hearts, does not have a trace of waves.

With a grim look, he looked around at the people under him.

muttered to himself: "Whoever stands in my way, everything will die"!

The people under the listener were all creepy, and everyone was in danger......

Ji Qiang faced everything that happened, and he felt helpless for the first time.

He was scared, how could he shake the existence of a mountain with the body of an ant.

When someone else offered him a cigarette, he gladly accepted.

He is addicted to the drunken dream fairy of drugs. In order to get a physical and mental pleasure, he even prostrates under the feet of others.

Yes, he changed, when Jin Feng brought him to Jin Biao.

He knelt down, not even daring to look up at the face of the gold standard.

He smiled with satisfaction, his deafening laughter.

Ji Qiang's prostrate body that was frightened couldn't stop trembling.

Jin Biao waved and asked Jin Feng to take him down.

For this piece of rotten meat, Jin Biao has no interest in cleaning up. Let him fend for himself......

Ji Qiang dragged his tired body back to his cell.

The cold bed is his only harbor. With his pale hands, he struggled to pull open the futon.

Began his restless sleep.

Nothing but the pleasure of drugs interested him.

In the past, Liu Ying's beautiful figure has been far away from him.

His heart has long been filled with a cloud of black gas, and this heart is full of fog, and there is no end in sight.