The man was a little angry and advised me not to keep thinking about running, because they would only take anesthetics when they cut their waists.

If they don't obey and want to run, they will be caught and stuffed with small pieces of glass bottles in their mouths, and they will punch and break the glass bottles in their mouths.

At that time, the mouth will be full of glass slag, bleeding is a trivial matter, and the residue will still be in the mouth, and it hurts to eat something.

This kind of light is quite light.

Other vicious forms of torture can only be imagined, and cannot be done without them.

He also reminded me earnestly that if I tried to run away again, he would not hesitate to report it.

Lest he know that it is useless to persuade men because of my unwarranted involvement, I can only be silent.

But I still had the idea of escaping.

The way to get out is actually very simple.

Although they were very well guarded, they found an old man who would clean up the buckets.

We pooped and peed all in one bucket, and the old man was in charge of cleaning up the buckets.

Because of the cold weather, the old man would wear a thick cotton coat every day, and he also wore a snow-capped hat on his head.

The dung bucket is so smelly, he always wears a big mask, I've only seen his eyes for a few days, and the old man is still dumb.

As long as I can disguise myself as him, even if I don't speak Japanese, I should be able to escape with a dung bucket without saying a word.

Every time the old man came to collect the dung bucket, the group of guards would wrinkle their noses and skim their heads, without even looking at them, and they could get away with it.

With a way to escape, there is still a problem, which is my "roommate".

Although he didn't want to talk, I didn't even know his name.

But I know that this man does what he says.

If he saw that I wanted to escape, he would definitely stop it.

I don't know if God favored me, but the next day the man was actually arrested by a group of people in white coats.

I was the only one left in the room.

The old man came on time every day, and I deliberately lay on the floor and pretended to sleep

When he entered, the young man who opened the door locked it as usual.

The young man didn't want to see the disgusting feces, so he went to the door of the basement and asked his companion for a cigarette.

The old man walked slowly to the dung bucket, and when I saw him lifting the dung bucket, I immediately rushed up and held him down.

In China, it is often taught to respect the old and love the young, but at this time, I stubbornly strangled the old man's neck with my elbow.

The old man's vocal cords hissed, like a snake spitting out letters, which was extremely terrifying.

I wasn't afraid at all, but calm.

Maybe the desire to survive was too strong at that time, and the old man was from the island country, so I didn't have any pity and sympathy.

Under my full pressure, the old man gradually lost his breath and fell limply to the ground.

I don't know if I'm dead or faint.

I quickly changed my clothes and dragged the old man into the bunk where I slept.

From the beginning to the end, the young men who were smoking at the basement door did not pay attention to the situation in the room.

After changing my clothes, I followed the old man's example, walked slowly to the door, and knocked on the iron door.

The young man came to open the door for me with a look of disgust.

Looking back now, the psychological quality at that time was really strong.

I even went to the remaining cells to collect the dung buckets into the vats, and I didn't even think about what the old man would do when he woke up.

The young men, as usual, didn't look at me at all, and all of them hid in the dung buckets.

I easily walked to the basement door with a large dung bucket in my arms.

Seeing the basement door getting closer and closer to me, I became more and more excited, and even breathed a lot heavier.

Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind.

I was startled, and I thought I was recognized.

Unexpectedly, the man just walked up to me and opened the door for me.

The filthy alley appeared in front of me when I came.

The alley at the moment is a paradise for me, and I saw a car with manure water parked in front of the door, walking past with a manure bucket.

Unable to contain my excitement, I put the bucket in the rear compartment and sat in the cab.

I got my driver's license right out of high school, so I know how to drive.

Although the cab was right-hand drive, it was pretty much the same, the key was inserted in the car, and I started it and went straight away.

I didn't expect to run out of it so easily, and I drove down the streets of the island country.

Pedestrians on the street are dressed in all kinds of fashionable clothes, and the high-rise buildings are on both sides.

It's hard to imagine that such a bustling place would have a basement full of people.

I don't know where this is an island country, and I don't know the Japanese signboards all over the streets.

The only thought was to rush to the police station.

The right-hand drive car was very inconvenient to drive, and on several occasions I almost crashed.

Soon I saw a building with the Metropolitan Police Department logo on it, and many black and white cars with sirens parked.

As soon as I saw it, I knew it was a police station, so I rushed in, got out of the car, found a uniformed man and said I was going to report the crime.

I chattered for a while, and the uniformed fox stared at me suspiciously.

Only then did I remember that I spoke Chinese, and the other party couldn't understand it.

“hlep！”

I spoke a word of English, and the uniform immediately understood, and led me into the Metropolitan Police Department.

Then I was greeted by a Chinese-speaking uniform, and although I was lame, I was able to communicate with each other.

He slowly asked me what was going on.

I was worried that he wouldn't understand, so I also told the uniform word by word about the things from getting on the boat to the basement.

At the same time, I hope that the uniform can help me contact the embassy and facilitate my return to China.

The Chinese-speaking uniform asked uncertainly.

"So you don't have a passport? Smuggled here? ”

I nodded, and urged him to help me find a diplomat to take me home.

But what I didn't expect was that the uniform would handcuff me without saying a word.

I was surprised and asked them what that meant.

The man who could speak Chinese stopped talking to me, but said something to the uniform next to him.

Then the two uniforms put me in a room and handcuffed me to a metal pipe.

“i

eed help！！！ ”

I shouted in poor English, but no one paid any attention to me.

After the two uniforms went out, I was the only one left in the room.

I don't know why they suddenly handcuffed me when they heard that I didn't have a passport, but I guess they went to verify my identity.

But they don't even know my name, so how can they check my identity?

As it turned out, I was still too simple.

Half an hour later, the uniform led a man in.

And when I found out who this person was, I was shocked and couldn't believe it.