I really didn’t expect that!

Harris, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, you can also do such a thing as eliciting a confession!

"Let me out! I don't want to stay here! I was wronged! You can't just shut me up like this!"

I stood at the cell door and yelled at Harris.

Harris thoughtfully turned on the light for me, stuffed me with a quilt, and patiently explained: "Marcus, everyone makes mistakes. Some people like to litter, some people like to destroy flowers and plants, and

We are proud of it. But before the law, all littering, damaging flowers and plants, and other behaviors are illegal."

"So that's it..." I was stunned by what he said, and suddenly realized: "No! Littering and destroying flowers and plants are against any law! Even if these two things are illegal, then the whole world is a criminal.

Ah bastard!"

"Is that so?" Harris frowned, "This is the rule of Ore Town. Is there any problem?"

"..."

Harris closed the door to the detention room and left, leaving me alone in the empty room.

This detention room looks very old. Even the walls in the room have not been painted. The ancient brick walls are exposed and a piece of them will probably be broken into pieces if you pull hard.

The dim light barely illuminated the house, allowing me to see that the entire house contained only a toilet and a simple wooden bed. There was a small window embedded in the wall that could barely see the sky outside to prevent the people inside from suffering from cabin fever.

.But the window is so big that even an adult can’t stretch out his hand.

Stay in this damn place for three days?

Just kidding, I have to find a way to get out.

I looked at my surroundings, sighed silently, and sat on the bed holding the quilt. After a while, I felt a little tired, so I lay down and covered myself up.

Not only did I not sleep last night, I also did a lot of manual carpentry work and had a battle with an unknown creature. Physical exhaustion and lack of sleep made me feel drowsy very quickly and I was no longer picky.

Due to the environment, I decided to take a nap first before making any plans.

In a daze, my consciousness quickly fell into the black ocean of consciousness, and the slight feeling of suffocation overwhelmed me.

My consciousness turned into a small boat, floating up and down in the waves caused by my nerves, and I felt that every part of my body was slowly falling into silence.

No more nerve signals were transmitted, and no noisy sounds were heard. In this silence from the inside out, an abnormal sound wave radiated from my cochlea.

I know that this is not a real sound, but the last nerve current of the auditory nerve is at work, turning into a long, sharp signal.

As long as this signal becomes the main theme of the world, no one can stop me from falling into the embrace of sweet dreams...

I don’t know how long it took, but just when I was looking forward to letting go of the pressure on my body and enjoying a complete and warm sleep, an imperceptible sound came into my ears.

It was obviously just a very weak rustling sound, but in my ears when I was about to fall asleep, it turned into a noise like sandpaper. Every sound penetrated my eardrums and hit the fragile and tired nerves in my brain.

My consciousness, which had already fallen into a sea of ​​dreams, was forcibly brought back to reality. I returned to this body with double the fatigue, so desperate that I was unwilling to even move a finger.

However, the sound at this time finally got rid of the distortion like refraction on the water surface, and showed its original sound quality, which I heard clearly.

This sound is not the sound of sandpaper polishing the wall, but the sound of a person slowly turning the pages of a book.

The pages of the book were lifted up with the regular movement of the fingers, and after intensive friction with the previous page, they were turned to the other side of the book.

The whole movement is slow, mechanical, and regular, as if the rhythm has been practiced thousands of times. Maybe even the speed of reading is absolutely uniform.

Following the feedback from the sound, an incomplete picture gradually appeared in my mind. It seemed like a dream but not a dream, and I still couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or reality.

I "saw" an oak table in the corner of the detention room, right next to my bed, and a man in ragged clothes was sitting there, flipping through a book.

The cover of the book was torn and the pages were round and dull. It had obviously been read countless times and was in danger of being over-strained and the pages falling apart.

But the reader who couldn't see his face had no mercy. He only cared about the records in the book and showed no sympathy for the carrier. This kind of reading was repeated over and over again, while I was lying on the bed with my eyes closed.

But I could only let the image break into my mind in vain.

I neither want to move nor can I move.

My consciousness is sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. Only that image has always been with me.

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally found a glimmer of reason in the chaos. My only thought was: "I want to move. Whether it’s my fingers or my eyelids, let me move..."

But my body resolutely resisted me. It resisted my orders for the first time and blocked all signals from the brain.

"nightmare!"

This idea is like a key to the world of consciousness, prying open the long-closed seal and making my brain completely alert.

The picture I received also gradually became shaky, just like the TV was affected by interference and flashed snowflake signals, and the originally clear picture became unreal.

After a while, I saw the reader stand up, pacing anxiously in the cell, mumbling something.

After a while, I saw him talking loudly towards the outside of the detention room, as if he was trying to get in touch with the outside.

After a while, I saw him looking at the book with wide eyes, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and the intense fear made him almost lose himself.

My consciousness also began to diverge. As he moved, more details in the scene unfolded like a game map refreshing. The surroundings were no longer the old cell, but a very elegantly decorated interrogation room. The reader and I

The location is a cage in the corner of the interrogation room!

The layout of the entire room has been completely different. A dim filter enveloped my field of vision, as if time had turned into paint and was splashed wantonly on this canvas.

In the entire ancient world, I was the only one whose color was out of place. My consciousness even drifted out of my body, and from a high place I saw me wrapped tightly in quilt, as calm as a corpse.

My sight kept being pulled up, and an invisible force pulled me high into the sky. I was almost about to fly out of the room, into the sky, and into the silver world of endless bright stars!

At this time, the ragged reader was sitting on the edge of the bed, twirling his hair with his fingers and falling into an extreme struggle.

Suddenly, I saw this man with an old-fashioned color turned his head and stared blankly at the place where I was lying, as if he had seen me!

He stretched out a finger and touched my shoulder tremblingly...
Chapter completed!