Chapter 85: Dying

In the corridor, the marble floor sounded with crisp leather shoes on the ground, neither hurry nor slow, and very rhythmic. Five figures walked towards the dark room at the end of the corridor. Zhao Heng was walking in the middle, with prison guards wearing straight police uniforms on both sides, and they were walking silently. // //

"Bang----Cang--"

The prison guards respectfully opened a black iron gate. In this world, the winner has always been the king and the strong. Zhao Heng cut off the hands of nearly Baiqing Gang's children, and then started a massacre in the prison hall, which also knocked the scar that the prison guards had always feared. They didn't dare to shout at Zhao Heng.

What's more, there is an unpredictable relationship between the Du family!

The prison guard waved his left hand: "Please!"

Zhao Heng glanced at the prison guard calmly, and the latter immediately lowered his head and stepped back two steps and dared not look at him. Just as Zhao Heng was about to walk in, he suddenly caught a separate cell next to him and heard a gentle hum. It was the prison cell near the black room, with thick railings far thicker than his arms.

But it was not closed to the dark room. Zhao Heng subconsciously gathered his eyes and looked at it. When he glanced at it, his body couldn't stop shaking. He suddenly realized that it was someone he knew, Zhou Qixuan, the magic weapon in the brocade clothes that he had fought with him in the alley, but he no longer had the energy he had in the past.

"How could he be here? How did he become like this?"

The general Zhou Qixuan, who was standing in the eyes of Zhao Heng, was leaning against the wall on the left with pale lights. He was dressed in a torn manner and looked haggard. More than a dozen scars were clearly visible on his body. The handcuffs and feet were thicker and bigger. It seemed that he had suffered a lot of torture. At this moment, he was almost dying.

If he had not captured his usual arrogant smile, Zhao Heng would have thought he had recognized the wrong person.

He turned his head and looked at the prison guard: "How did that person get caught?"

The prison guard didn't want to answer this sensitive question, but in order to lock Zhao Heng into the dark room as soon as possible, he smiled bitterly and replied: "I don't know why he was arrested. I only know that the superiors should take strict supervision on him, and they cannot escape or die. The injuries on him are."

"It has nothing to do with us, we all have it before we come in!"

At this point, he added a few more words: "But the cold waves have hit these days, and he seems to have a fever due to his injury. He was talking nonsense last night. We wanted to ask the doctor to come and treat him, but the superiors did not approve it and decided to let him die on his own."

"Anyway, no one can get close to him without the order above."

"Go to find antipyretics."

Zhao Heng turned around and walked towards the door of the cell. When the prison guard was slightly stunned, his hand had already snatched a gun: "Go quickly! I just want to help him relieve his fever. If you feel embarrassed, then I will smash the iron gate and go in! You should know that I have this strength."

The prison guards looked at each other, trying to draw their guns to deter them but dared not. Zhao Heng's strength was not something they could compete with, but they were a little unwilling to surrender like this. But when Zhao Heng turned the police gun into a bunch of parts and turned the parts into guns, they felt that compromise might not be a bad thing.

What's more, I just found some antipyretics for Zhou Qixuan to take.

A prison guard with white leper on his head took a deep breath: "I'll get it."

The corner of his mouth gently touched the corners of his mouth, and finally gritted his teeth and went to the medical room to find medicine and water. The other three people nervously pressed their gun bags and stared at Zhao Heng. They just wanted Zhao Heng to enter the dark room as soon as possible and complete the tricky task back. After all, no one wants to mess with this hot potato.

"The medicine, here is here."

The prison guard always seemed particularly efficient in the face of things that concern his future. Not long after, he found a box of antipyretics, a bottle of pure water, and a little trauma medicine. Before Zhao Heng could say anything, he opened the iron door and walked in. Anyway, Zhou Qixuan was locked.

The medicine was stuffed into Zhou Qixuan's mouth, and the water was poured in. The trauma medicine was placed next to it. I don't know whether it was the effect of the medicine or the moisturizing of the water. Zhou Qixuan, who closed his eyes, opened his eyes and a sharp light flashed, just like the flame of paper money ignited at the village head on July 14th night.

The anger is burning!

The prison guard was so scared that he shook his body and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Then he hurriedly locked the door. Zhou Qixuan looked over with the sound. He was seeing Zhao Heng staring at by the prison guard. He looked slightly stunned, as if he was surprised to see Zhao Heng here. Then he felt something from Zhao Heng's kind smile. He blinked at Zhao Heng twice.

There was no words, but Zhao Heng clearly knew that it was a thank you. Obviously, Zhou Qixuan also knew in his heart that these drugs and water were the effects of Zhao Heng. After all, Zhao Heng was the only acquaintance he met in prison. Then, when he was weak, he heard Zhao Heng speak lightly: "Life well!"

Zhou Qixuan looked at this former opponent and squeezed out a bitter smile.

Nodding slightly, it’s so complicated!

"That, Young Master Heng, he took medicine and drank water."

The prison guard weighed it for a long time and shouted: "I also took some trauma medicine. Should you go in?"

Zhao Heng's failure to enter the dark room made them feel insecure. God knew whether this would explode. Zhao Heng nodded slightly, and there was no more embarrassment of the prison guard who was still cooperative. He twisted his neck and walked slowly into the crossed dark room. The dark room was one meter and two meters high, and the space inside was only one square meter.

It is not much different from the coffin holes that buried dead people in the countryside in the past.

Zhao Heng used the light outside to see blood on the wall, and some words were written in blood on the corner of the left wall. Zhao Heng carefully identified it and silently recited "Life—No—like," in his mind. The last word may have been too late to see clearly because it has been a long time.

But Zhao Heng could guess what the word was.

die!

He took a deep breath to calm his emotions.

The prison guard carefully removed the shackles on Zhao Heng's feet, then turned around and closed the door gently. With a clang, the light in the black room slowly disappeared with the closing of the iron door, becoming darker and darker. When the last ray of light disappeared, the black room fell into darkness.

I couldn't see my five fingers!

Zhao Heng leaned against the cold walls of the black room and used his limbs to feel the boundless darkness. The dark room was very quiet, terrible, so quiet that Zhao Heng could only hear his breathing. Zhao Heng felt like he was in the boundless universe, and he was like a grain of dust floating around.

Loneliness, helplessness!

The only thing that makes Zhao Heng feel that he is still alive is his banging heartbeat.

The prison guard who eavesdropped outside shook his head gently: I don’t know what Zhao Heng offended Zhao Siqing, so he asked the latter to use the black room to torture Zhao Heng, but they didn’t discuss it either. Zhao Heng and Zhao Siqing both had something to do with the Du family. This is afraid of being a family matter. He talked too much and was afraid of causing trouble!

As time passed, the boundless darkness and silence hit Zhao Heng's heart like needles, but the latter did not move. Zhao Heng was as calm as an old monk in meditation. He knew very well that in this dark and narrow environment, the more he tossed, the more he became, the more he was afraid.

Because you never know when the darkness will end, and never know how much time has passed. There are few people who can withstand the endless darkness of time. Therefore, this kind of mental raging is far stronger than the damage of **, and it is the ultimate skill of every prison.

However, Zhao Heng was not afraid, but instead he smiled:

"Uncle Feng, you are really a genius."

A long time ago, in order to train him to overcome the darkness and make his concentration last for a long time, Uncle Feng dug a pit on the mountain. Apart from the necessary breathing holes, Zhao Heng was nothing like burying alive. He went back and forth several times a year, so that he could withstand the extreme torture of seven days and seven nights.

Therefore, Zhao Heng believed that he could survive for seven days, and this period was enough for Ye Shishi to do things. He also made up his mind that if there were no reinforcements in three days, he would find a way to rush out. Three days were enough for outsiders to do a lot of things and understand a lot of things.

Especially the hearts of all parties.

He rolled his tongue and spit out an iron wire. It was cut with a thin knife in the canteen. With this thing, handcuffs and shackles would not trap him. The dark room would also have flaws when sending the prison guards over. Therefore, Zhao Heng was very calm and calm, and analyzed the current situation calmly.

Zhao Heng thought of Ye Shishi, her charming face, the power on the first floor, and even the delicate jade feet of Ye Shishi, but he didn't feel much joy in his heart. On the contrary, Zhao Heng became solemn after thinking about it, feeling that Ye Shishi was using him to make chess.

At least, Ye Shishi didn't do his best to rescue him.

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