At the moment, some transparent liquid was slowly flowing in, and the smell of this liquid was the smell of vinegar in the air. After a while, the flow of vinegar from the import stopped, and a small sound of footsteps gradually faded away, apparently someone had left from outside, it should be the person who poured vinegar into the snake passage in his room, but who could it be?

At first, Yan Wu didn't feel anything, but he wondered in his heart why someone would put vinegar in his hut. Yan Wu loves to eat hot pot, and he also likes to be jealous, and every time he eats hot pot and puts the dipping sauce, he has to pour a full plate of balsamic vinegar, so that he feels fragrant and meets his appetite. The ubiquitous smell of vinegar in this room just satisfied his desire to eat hot pot after a long time, and leaned his head against the soft wall, recalling those past events full of food.

Ever since he dreamed of the sheep's head monster, Yan Wu's memory has become stronger and stronger, and he can often recall many things from a long time ago, and those long-forgotten fragments can now be recalled in his heart like a movie. In the past few days, he has been watching movies for free, Yan Wu comforted himself like this.

Unfortunately, contrary to expectations, the air in the room was not circulating, and it basically relied on the small holes in the iron door to vent the air, and occasionally there was some wind sound from time to time under the crack of the door that was a finger wide. The smell of vinegar began to evaporate in the sweltering heat, slowly rising and permeating the air, and could not flow much from the cracks around the iron gate. The taste of this vinegar became stronger and stronger in the room, and the taste became bigger and bigger, constantly stimulating Yan Wu's sense of smell and taste, and gradually, Yan Wu realized that the vinegar he liked to drink was actually not a good thing. Because under this vinegar shroud, my eyes began to ache slowly.

The ubiquitous smell of vinegar was like thousands of steel needles stimulating Yan Wu's eyes. Yan Wu's eyes couldn't stop bursting with tears, and he could only rely on these tears to temporarily relieve the pain in his eyes.

I'll fuck you, uncle! Who the hell is it that you use to harm yourself in such a way?! For the first time, Yan Wu felt that the vinegar he used to drink every day would have such a lethal effect. In this small room, he had nowhere to hide, so he could only endure the torture of the vinegar smell in a regular manner.

What should I do?What should I do?, Yan Wu looked around, and realized that this trumpet was different from the prison house, and there was not even a faucet. He was not in good health today, and he didn't drink much water, so he didn't even go to the toilet, and the small basin of boiling water provided at the time of the meal had already been taken back, and it was only now that Yan Wu realized that the urinal in this room no longer even had a button to release water, so how should the prisoner flush the urinal? Could it be that not being able to flush the urinal was also a disguised punishment in the trumpet? The unpleasant smell was definitely a terrible torture for the prisoner who was locked up in this small and impermeable room.

Yan Wu originally wanted to wet his clothes with water, cover his mouth and nose, and wash his eyes, but now that there is no faucet in the house, it seems that this idea is not working now. Yan Wu looked up at the surveillance overhead, the vinegar volatilized in the air has no color, and the police can't see the changes in the house at all through the surveillance in this trumpet.

The huge sour smell continued to stimulate Yan Wu's nasal cavity and skin, Yan Wu gradually felt sick in his heart, and as his breathing continued to increase, the vinegar smell seemed to be like a thick smoke, quickly pouring into his internal organs, and a huge impact hit his lungs. Ah Qiu, Yan Wu sneezed involuntarily, two streams of heat flowed out of his nostrils, Yan Wu wiped it with his hand, it turned out to be a long-lost snot flowing out, at this time Yan Wu suddenly remembered that he was sick!

Yan Wu is a little allergic to pollen, and basically when the flowers are blooming, he will wear a mask on the street to avoid inhaling excessive pollen and causing asthma. When I get sick, when it is serious, it takes half an hour to walk up from the security door of the community unit to the door of my house, it takes three minutes to walk from the bedroom to the bathroom, and it takes nearly an hour to eat!

It's autumn now, the flowers have long been gone, and it's in the detention center again, so Yan Wu didn't bring in the medicine for asthma, because he thinks that there will be no flowers in the detention center in this season, forty-five days, when he goes out, it has officially entered autumn, and there will be any flowers on the streets of Furong Mansion.

It's a pity that Yan Wu never expected that after the vinegar smell that could not be dispersed in the hut for a long time accumulated to a certain concentration, it would actually trigger asthma that he hadn't committed for a long time, and asthma can kill people!

Yan Wu quickly stood up and slammed into the intercom on the wall next to the iron door, where there was a button, as long as he pressed it, Yan Wu could talk to the police on the other side of the monitoring room and ask for their help.

Yan Wu stumbled to the wall, and then sadly realized that he couldn't reach the intercom on the wall because his hands and feet were locked. The iron chain is fifty centimeters long, and one end of the end is locked in the shackles, the shackles are stuck in the bare part of the foot, and the other end is handcuffed, so even if the iron chain is straightened, Yan Wu can only bend over and straighten his arms, and the whole person is less than one meter three tall, and it is simply out of reach of the intercom that is one meter seven high from the ground.

Yan Wu had no choice, dragging the iron chain hand and foot at the same time, constantly jumping, wanting to touch the button on the intercom installed on the wall with his head, just hoping that he could get away with hitting the small button with his head and calling the police at the other end of the monitoring room.

It's a pity that the strenuous exercise not only did not make Yan Wu's head not touch the button on the intercom, but also made Yan Wu's head bulleted by the sea surface pad on the wall.

Yan Wu fell to the ground, his mouth and nose opened involuntarily, the irritating vinegar smell filled Yan Wu's mouth and nose, and there was a sour smell everywhere, making Yan Wu almost unable to breathe.

At this moment, Yan Wu's chest rose and fell violently, his entire lungs were like a broken bellows, and his mouth made various unconscious sounds, like an invisible thick cushion covering his entire head, his nostrils were filled with paper balls, and he choked with a jelly in his throat and eyes.

Yan Wu struggled to crawl towards the iron door, hitting the iron door with the shackles on his hands, the sound of metal and steel hitting spread to all parts of the prison area in the night, and it was very clear in the quiet night, the sound of slamming the door was a distress signal issued by Yan Wu, and at this moment Yan Wu couldn't say a word, couldn't shout a word.

But no one came to open the door, and the slamming lasted less than a minute before it faded away, and the silence of the night was restored to the entire cell where the trumpet was located.

Yan Wu fell to the ground of the iron door of the hut, his eyes were unwillingly open, his two eyes bulged outward, his entire lips were dark purple, his ten fingers were clenched into fists, and his whole body was curled. Yan Wu was prostrate on the ground at the moment, listening to the constant wheezing sound between his mouth and nose, as if it was music from hell.

Gradually, even this voice disappeared from the hut, and our Yan Wu finally died alone on the cold ground of the detention center.