Living a two-point life in the ditches and prisons, what Xiang Du hopes for the most is the arrival of night.

Night means rest and may also mean dangers.

He lie on his side when he sleeps, leaning his back against the wall, facing other prisoners.

Those prisoners who threatened to deal with Xiang Du had not taken action within a few days, but Xiang Du always noticed something in their eyes, and even if they didn't, they would imagine it.

One night, Xiang Du discovered that the prisoners had changed their sleeping places, and the distance between Xiang Du was a little farther away, but they formed a quadrilateral with him in three directions.

The work on this day was heavier than usual. Xiang Du dared not sleep, but he couldn't stand it physically and mentally. After persisting for a few hours, his mind rolled like a paste and fell asleep.

Late at night, the sleeping person fell asleep. Xiang Du dreamed that he was on a runway. The runway was oily and green. At first glance, it looked like a lawn, but it was extremely smooth.

The runway is about two meters wide and has no end in length. The farthest part of your eyes is a thread that is thinner than your hair.

He ran forward while running, and the soles of his feet felt extremely comfortable, as if water flowed across the soles of his feet.

After running for a while, Xiangdu was immersed in a wonderful feeling.

But suddenly, the touch under my feet changed, and black stones and thorns seemed to have grown on the runway.

This feeling is very bad, but no matter how hard Xiang Du tried, he couldn't stop his running legs.

At some point, his breathing began to be rapid, as if someone was pinching his throat. After the more rapid and difficult breathing, he ushered in the most deadly suffocation feeling.

He woke up in a dream, and his unprecedented rapid reaction prompted him to grab his hands towards his neck, just choking the wrist.

Xiang Du struggled desperately, and his arms burst out with the power that the hungry person should not have, and he knocked the prisoner who had strangled his throat to the ground.

After a dull sound, the prisoner cursed in a low voice.

At this moment, Xiang Du felt the pressure at the same time, as if someone was pressing these places.

At first, the prisoner who strangled Xiang Du's neck rolled up and stretched his hands towards Xiang Du again.

Time passed by minute by minute, and other prisoners in the prison could hear low shouting, struggle and physical collisions in their ears, but no one dared to stop them.

"What are you scumbags doing?"

The soldier on the night roared and the light appeared out of thin air at the end of the prison.

The power in Xiang Du disappeared, and the prisoner who was deliberately murdering returned to his place in panic and pretended to be sleeping.

The soldier quickly walked to the door of the cell where the accident occurred, and shone it in with a light in his hand. In the light, the prisoners were all asleep safely and honestly.

"I don't want to sleep anymore, right?" The soldier was furious. He used his carry-on whip to slap the door of the cell and yelled: "All get up!"

The door was harshly sucked, and the prisoners were ordered to walk out and stand in a row.

They lowered their heads, and some of them pretended to sway their bodies, as if they were extremely tired.

The soldier held the lamp and looked down at each other, and finally stopped in front of Xiang Du.

"Here your head."

Xiang Du slowly raised his head, but his eyes did not dare to look at the soldiers.

"What's going on?" The soldier rubbed his fingers on Xiang Du's neck.

"Sir, someone wants to kill me."

"Who? Show me."

Xiang Du knew who they were, but there was no light at that time, and he could not be sure of who they were doing.

At this moment, he gave up the idea of ​​identifying. He knew that even if it was identified, it would not necessarily lead to good results. Perhaps it would make the future more difficult.

He could only shake his head: "I don't know, sir, I don't know."

He was thinking to himself, let's end this damn day, I don't care whether you want to kill me or not, let's make up.

The soldier looked at Xiang Du: "I don't know? You don't know who you have a grudge against? Remember, you are all scumbags, you don't offend them, why do they attack you?"

Xiang Du refused to refute, but just repeated: "I don't know, sir, I really don't know..."

I feel that Xiang Du is about to cry.

The soldiers finally let Xiang Du go. He found the iron chain and locked the prisoners one by one.

Finally, the soldier put away the keys: "Since I can't sleep, I think you don't sleep."

That night, Xiang Du leaned against the cold walls and ground, endured the cold and the heavy weight of the iron chain, and spent the night with difficulty.

The next day, the prisoners in this cell were in a very bad state, and after the morning work, they saw several people and the soldiers in charge walked to the front of the ditch.

The person in charge was the sheriff who sentenced Xiang Du.

After the sheriff arrived, Xiang Du and the others stopped working, and the soldiers took them to a temporary interrogation room and called them in to inquire.

Xiang Du didn't quite understand what was going to happen, but the prisoners who came out of the interrogation room looked extremely ugly.

After interrogating five people in succession, perhaps the sheriff was tired and wanted to end the interrogation as soon as possible, so the last few people walked into the interrogation room together.

Xiang Du stood at the edge of the corner. He secretly observed the scene in the interrogation room and suddenly discovered that the fifty-year-old prisoner who was taken away a few days ago was also here.

However, he seemed to have suffered mental torture, and he was already depressed, muttering: "It's not me, it's not me, it's not me..."

The sheriff once sentenced Xiang Du to sit behind the table, with only a cup of tea and an ashtray on it.

There was another person in the interrogation room, and this person was writing on a piece of paper, probably the recorder.

The sheriff asked a little bored with the ashes on his legs of his trousers: "Can you all confirm the murder?"

The prisoners kept silent.

The sheriff asked again: "You all saw him killing people, right?"

The prisoner who was sentenced at the age of fifty was completely trapped in his own spiritual world and turned a deaf ear to everything here, only the "not me" over and over again.

After a long time of procrastination, when the sheriff was about to lose patience, a prisoner finally replied: "I saw it, I can prove it."

Then, a prisoner echoed: "Yes, I can also prove that people were killed by him."

Later, all the prisoners who accompanied him were indicted, but Xiang Du had not spoken yet.

The sheriff's eyes and other prisoners' minds were all focused on Xiang Du.

After waiting for a long time, seeing that Xiang Du still didn't prove it, the sheriff could only ask him alone: ​​"What about you? Can you prove that he is a murderer?"

Xiang Du gritted his teeth and used a lot of strength, and his nails were deeply trapped in the palm of his hand.

He thought of the poor man who was about to be declared a murderer, his family, his days working in a timber factory, his little girl who froze to death one day, and his noble lady who feeds dogs with exquisite food in his mansion.

For a moment, he fell into confusion.

Many thoughts were spreading in his heart. Even if he didn't , his crime would be confirmed. Once he didn't , the chance of getting revenge would be high.

It seems that there is only one way to go, but this poor man obviously did nothing?

While staying alone and being alone, Xiang Du struggled for five seconds and got another question from the sheriff: "I asked you one last time if you can prove that he is a murderer, and tell the truth."

After continuous hesitation, the poor prisoner, who was fifty years old, woke up instantly. He looked at Xiang Du with the last expectation.

"Yes, I can prove it, I, I can prove it."

The poor prisoner's face was ashes. Xiang Du said this in his throat. After saying this, he felt something in his heart collapsed or broken.

He had no impression of what happened next, and he had no impression of whether he had ever verified it.
Chapter completed!