I don't know how long it has been, it seems to be pitch black all around, and half-asleep, Andy feels his mind drift through the void like a puff of smoke, farther and farther away........

After a long time, he felt that he had come to a strange place, how to say, although there were no more "senses" to speak of, but it was certain that there were indeed many "beings" around.

The elusive sound reverberates, or rather, it is not a sound at all, but a concussive message transmitted by some unknown medium, some of which he can understand, and some of which are complete noise.

"Is this what you chose?"

"No way, he's different from you, there are few opportunities, I have to ..... If you still pick and choose, I don't know when you will be able to.... If it doesn't work, ....."

"Okay, then I can only wish him success this time....."

Then, an unconfirmed amount of time passed, and suddenly there was a ray of light in front of me.

When I opened my eyes, I was faced with an unfamiliar ceiling.

"Shhhh

He sat up, feeling as if he had been beaten up by a group of men, and from his toes to his brain, it seemed as if countless little goblins were moving rapidly in spikes.

"What's going on?"

This unlucky guy rubbed his head and began to think about the three major questions of life:

1. Who am I?

2. Where am I?

3. What am I going to do?

After pondering for a while, he finally came to the conclusion:

1. The name seems to be Andy Arendall, and I always feel that this is not my original name, but you say what it should have been called, and he can't remember it.

2. The surrounding area looks like a small closed room that is somewhat dirty and dilapidated, and the door seems to be an iron fence, which is locked by a large lock, which should be called a prison in layman's terms.

3. I can't think of it, but it seems that there is only one thing to do at the moment, such as continuing to go to prison.

After thinking about it, Andy still has a question mark in his head, nothing else, if he wants to ask, he always feels that he has forgotten a lot of things, a lot of messy pictures are surging alternately in his mind, and in the end he can't get any certain information.

He looks quite strong, and to put it bluntly, his arms are thicker than most people's thighs.

I can't find a mirror or anything reflective, so I don't know what I look like, but I'm at least sure I'm a man..... The face seems to be square to the touch...... I really can't be sure if I look like a hero or a villain, because there is a lot of beard on it, and there seems to be a scar.

"Why do I wonder if my face is square, my face used to be square....?"

He thought about it and couldn't confirm it.

He was wearing a black and white striped prison uniform, which was a little old, a little dirty, and a little torn..... One foot had an iron chain tied to his ankle, and at the end was a large solid iron ball.....

"Could it be that I'm still a dangerous felon? ..... Ready to click? ”

Andy made the gesture of a thinker with one hand on his chin, his eyes seriously thinking about what to do next.

"The walls, windows, and doors are too strong to find a chance to get out."

His gaze fell on the sturdy iron windows and thick concrete walls, which could not be destroyed by human beings at all, and after thinking about it, I am afraid that the only chance is when he is sent to be shot.......

A picture of a black hole pointed at his head subconsciously appeared, and Andy suddenly shuddered.

"It's too, where are the bullets in the two legs..... Gotta think about what I've done? ...... I feel like I'm wronged! ”

Andy began to meditate again, this time hoping to find some clues in the jumble of memories that would help him quibble.

..........

After a period of painful reminiscence, Andy really found some pictures, he seemed to be sitting in a bar-like place drinking, I don't know what nonsense was in his mouth, and then a guy in yellow suddenly scolded himself, so he took advantage of the strength of the wine to drag the bastard in yellow to the ground, riding his neck and beating him fat......

The memories behind him are as indistinguishable and inaccessible as broken glass, and the last relevant picture that can be remembered is that a few guys in green clothes forcibly woke up himself from a deep sleep due to excessive drinking, said something that he can't remember now, and then stuffed him into a closed car and bumped all the way during his sleepy eyes, and was finally thrown into this small dark room.

“.......”

Andy scratched his head, he was caught because he was drunk and hit someone? As for it?

Suddenly, some voices came from outside the bars.

"Didn't you eat? Be louder! ”

"Pong!"

The sound of loud yelling and suspected beatings of people came from outside.

"Abide by the prison rules, obey the management, be a new person, and abandon evil!"

"It's like a little talk, and after that! Sing the national anthem!"

"O Republic, Republic ~ New ~ Liberia ~ Republic ~ ........"

Stern and irascible voices mixed with mournful singing came from outside, almost as terrible as magic sounds, and there was a neat running sound coming from outside, needless to say, knowing what was going on outside.

Andy felt a numbness like an electric shock all over his body, and when it was over, a huge feeling of malaise appeared.

He tried to stand on the bed and look out, and in the playground outside, a group of prisoners in prison uniforms lined up neatly in a square while running and singing the strange national anthem of the country he had never heard before, and several jailers in yellow clothes were holding batons and staring at everyone with falcon-like eyes, grabbing a few typical reprimands from time to time, and even reaching out to hit them.

(The color of this kind of clothing is very weird, and if you must describe it, it is the so-called "yellow".) ）

"Shhhh

Andy gasped, his eyes widened, the yellow-dressed guys were wearing what appeared to be a kind of uniform, loose-looking, tied with strips of cloth at the ends of their arms and legs, shoddy shoes on their feet, helmets shaped like cool hats on their heads, and goggles around their necks in some cases.

The only decent-looking piece of equipment is what appears to be body armor hanging from their chests..... Everyone in this costume wore a gun and a batons.

The feeling of unhappiness is getting stronger and stronger..... This clothing seems to be a uniform of armed personnel adapted to hot areas, and it looks very likely.... military uniform, and the vague body in my mind that was beaten by myself seems to be wearing this kind of clothes, so .....

"What are you doing?!"

A loud roar came from behind, and Andy slid onto the bed in fright.

Looking back, a guy in yellow was standing outside his cell glaring at him, clutching a baton tightly in his hand and a strange two-headed bear on his chest armor.

"Huh? ..... I..... I'll look at the scenery...."

"Looking at the view? Do you want to run? Call you dishonest..... I'm going to have to teach you a lesson today. ”

As he spoke, the other party took out the key and began to unlock the lock.

Andy was sweating on his forehead and was in a state of confusion, looking like this, it was obvious that the other party wanted to lynch, what was the matter?

"You.... Don't come here, you ..... I'm telling you, I don't have to do anything if you come here, I tell you, don't regret it. ”

So the other man paused, and a pair of big eyes stared at under the helmet, full of anger and disbelief.