Camp bonfire.

Dean is like a regular climber, eating, drinking, and meeting new people.

The hustle and bustle is coming to an end.

Finally someone came up: "Hello, I'm Jimmy, alone?" ”

Jimmy is a thin white young man with a pair of eyes, a warm smile, and a well-mannered appearance.

"Yes."

Dean took the beer can and touched the other party: "I thought it was a girl who accosted me tonight, but I didn't expect it to be a handsome guy." ”

"Haha." Jimmy smiled knowingly and began to introduce some interesting routes around him.

Chatting and talking.

The beer in Dean's hand was already at the bottom.

Seeing this, Jimmy took out a new can and handed it over: "By the way, I have a makeshift small group here, if you are interested, we can go together tomorrow, it will be safer." ”

Dean didn't seem to have much guard, took the beer, took a big sip, and wondered: "The signal here is very good, and there are no big beasts, even if you encounter danger, you should be able to get rescue in time, right?" ”

"That's true, but after all, it's not so boring when it's crowded, and we have two nice girls on our team." As he spoke, Jimmy greeted them in the distance, and several men and women smiled and waved at them.

"It's good, my tent is here, you can tomorrow."

Dean's eyes lit up, and when he pointed to his tent, it was like a machine with no power off, the sound gradually became quieter, and the beer can he was holding in his hand fell to the ground and slowly collapsed.

Looking at the fallen Dean, Jimmy smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, poured all his beer on Dean's body, and muttered, "Man, sometimes, people are more dangerous than beasts." ”

Wait until Dean smells of alcohol.

He turned around and said to the small group he had just pulled up: "Guys, this guy can't drink much, come on, let's send him to a place where he can rest, otherwise he will catch a cold." ”

"Jimmy, you're so kind."

A girl with a young face ran over one step ahead of her companion.

She has some affection for the boy she just met, and she is unwilling to miss a chance to be alone.

The two of them left and right, trying to lift Dean, who was covered in alcohol.

One effort.

Dean on the ground, but only slightly got up his upper body, and fell down again because the two of them were not strong enough.

"Is this guy made of stone, so heavy?"

The girl shook her hand with some skepticism.

She wasn't a pampered person, but when she pulled Dean, she felt like she was pulling a stone statue, strong and heavy, not like a real person.

"Maybe he's a robot with alloy bones all over his body."

Jimmy shrugged and joked.

In the end, it was Jimmy who called two more people, and the four of them raised their hands and feet, and then they struggled to throw the dead Dean into the tent he had set up.

...

The bonfire party came to the back.

Some men and women who knew each other, or had just met, tacitly walked into the grove outside the camp...

No one cares about a drunk person.

The next day.

Jimmy, who had a hangover and worked all night, and his temporary companions, got up and prepared to find Dean, whom they had just met yesterday, to climb the mountain together, but after passing, they were surprised to find that the tent was gone.

"Where's that guy?"

A boy who helped carry Dean yesterday hugged his girlfriend he had just met, and his face was a little unhappy.

Even if you leave independently, at least say hello!

Others also mostly expressed dissatisfaction.

Jimmy hurriedly smiled and played a round: "It should be that we got up too late, he didn't bother to wait for us, so he set off alone, okay, guys, pack up, it's time for us to go, don't affect the mood for this little thing..."

As he spoke, he had a gentle smile on his face.

Because Jimmy knows that 5,000 knives have already arrived!

When leaving the camp.

Jimmy's companion vaguely heard someone discussing, and in the morning, a rescue helicopter came and took away an unlucky guy who had climbed the mountain in the dark last night and broke his leg.

This makes them feel a little more good about the perfect security here.

What a great place!

...

Two masked men struggled to throw a sleeping man to the icy concrete floor, picked up the shackles, and locked his feet.

"FK, this bastard is so heavy!"

"Not only is it heavy, but I also slept very deadly, I thought I would have to take a shot of calming."

"His body is very strong, and it is estimated that he can sell it for a lot of money..."

Bang dang~

With the sound of the iron cage locking, the chatter faded away.

Wait until there is no movement.

Dean slowly opened his eyes and got up to look around.

It seems to be a cement factory, but it has been deliberately made into a partition room for a squatting toilet, and steel bars are installed on the outside of each partition, and the configuration looks like a prison.

There is a toilet bowl and a fragrant toilet paper roll.

Near the wall, there is a telescopic tray, which is supposed to be a place to collect food.

The floor is clean, the quilt looks good, and even Simmons, which is not too thick, is thoughtfully laid on the bed.

If it weren't for the thick chains on their feet, it is estimated that those who woke up would mistakenly think that this is a single room in a prison-themed hotel.

The room across from Dean was vacant.

However, through the not-so-thick cement block, he heard a faint cry in the compartment to his right.

Dean got up and stretched.

It's not easy to pretend to be dizzy all the way.

He didn't actually notice that there was a problem with the beer given by Jimmy yesterday, and all the wine was sent into the subspace at the moment of entry, and it was just a pretense to test it when it fell.

It turned out that guy really had a problem.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, someone came in, dragged himself away, disguised himself as an injured person, packed up his tent and saluted, sent him directly to the bottom of the mountain by helicopter, and drove away...

The whole shipping process.

Dean is in a state of being limited in his hands and feet.

If it weren't for his sobriety and subspace as a guarantee, he really wouldn't dare to take such a risk.

..

Move your hands and feet slightly.

Dean knocked on the concrete wall next to him, "Hey, crying nose guy, can you hear me?" ”

The neighbor didn't seem to expect Dean who had just been sent over to be in this state, and after being silent for a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Aren't you afraid?" ”

This is a female voice, listening to the voice, it should not be very old, and she speaks with fear.

Dean turned into a special wire with his bare hands, and while picking the lock, he said casually: "It's useless to be afraid, when did you send it, do you know what you are doing here?" ”

"I don't know where it is, or how long I've been here, but it's been more than a month." , the female neighbor estimated that no one had chatted for a long time, and her mood was more stable: "Did you also call an ambulance and then be sent over?" ”

"Call an ambulance?"

Dean paused: "You mean, you called an ambulance and got here?" ”

It seems that this Ga waist gang has other waist channels.

"Yes, I live alone, tailitis attacked, I can only call an ambulance, but I didn't expect to get in the car, I was put on a respiratory mask and fainted, when I woke up, the tail was already healed, but the person was also locked up here."

Seeing Dean's confusion, the woman explained:

"Some of the people who came here were just like me, who just called for an ambulance and were sent here, some were sent here after being stunned by people climbing the mountain, and some of the unlucky people were just sent over because they had an affair, including several nearby cities.

However, most of them were pulled back away shortly after they were locked in.

I had several neighbors around me, but for some reason, I was kept locked up, and no one came to hurt me, except that I was not free. ”

Katsa~

With a slight sound.

The shackles on Dean's feet were opened.

The walkway is monitored.

Dean withdrew the wire and crossed his knees on the ground: "You're scared?" ”

"Aren't you afraid?"

The female neighbor was emotional: "I didn't have any contact with the outside world, the people around me disappeared one by one, you don't even know if they imprisoned people to abuse or do some evil medical experiments, the head is like someone is holding a revolver, every time you pull the trigger, you will be scared to death, if you don't go out again, I'm going crazy!" ”

said.

Bang bang bang~

The sound of chains smashing against the wall came from next door.

The next moment.

What's up~

Dean heard a distinct sound of electricity scurrying.

The irritable female neighbor was also calmed down by the electric shock and stopped moving.

Boy.

It turns out that the anklets on their feet are connected to the current!

...

Revise this paragraph in ten minutes、Sorry。

Dean can fix the anklets he called, but he can't break the iron railings under the watchful eye of the surveillance.

But he's not in a hurry.

When he came here, he threw the locators one by one along the way.

Just wait for help.

Of course, during this time, if there is a fool who is ready to come in to draw blood or check his body and make a match, Dean will not continue to waste time.

After all, the anomaly of the town, I don't know how long it will take for this gang to find out.

By ending it early, you can avoid some bloody things.

This process did not last long.

Shortly after the female neighbor was electrocuted.

Two men wearing pig-head hoods, pushing a bunch of things, came to the private room where Dean was, and opened the iron door indifferently.

Don't give Dean a chance to speak.

One of them directly pressed a button.

The next moment.

An electric current, along the ankle chain, was transmitted to Dean's body, causing his muscles to lock all over his body, and he enjoyed the pleasure of electric shock.

Took down Dean.

The two skillfully took tools from the cart and prepared to begin drawing blood.

The electric shock equipment here has been professionally debugged to ensure that the person who is electrocuted will be in a state of soreness and weakness for the next few minutes.

Suddenly.

Grabbing Dean's palm, the man holding the needle and trying to perform the puncture, the brow furrowed under the pig's head mask.

"What's wrong?"

The accomplice was a little dissatisfied: "Don't ink, I still want to enjoy the girl at No. 104 later, she has been matched, and there is not much time left for us to enjoy." ”

This is one of their perks.

The most suitable for organ matching is actually those men and women in their teens, and people at this age generally have not been infected with various bad habits, and their organs are very healthy.

However, the disappearance of teenagers has a greater impact.

So most of them chose to target some young people who like mountaineering.

The women who are caught will be sent to do other things first, and only those that are not valuable will be sent to them, so there are not many goals that can make them enjoy themselves.

"This guy has a bit of hard skin, it feels like cowhide."

The man with the needle wanted to say something.

Suddenly, his eyes widened under the pig's head mask, as if he had seen something incredible!