Nine Prison Rings

In the midst of fear and helplessness, Yixi suffered for a long time, waiting for his unknown fate.

Fortunately, this road still seems to have an end.

This is not necessarily a good thing.On the way, at least he can prove that he is safe, still breathing, and not in danger of life.Once at the destination, who can guarantee good or bad luck?However, this matter was beyond his control, what should come will always come.

All appearances are false.

Yixi understood that no matter how trembling he was now, he could not solve the predicament; he simply calmed down and put on an attitude of full cooperation.It is precisely because of his attitude that he has suffered a lot less along the way.

Lost his vision, his feet seemed to have no foundation, and he was dragged impatiently, leading him into a room.

He didn't speak and kept quiet; in fact, he didn't know what to say.Perhaps silence is the best self-protection, and one wrong word may be fatal.The previous panic has disappeared by now.It's not that I'm not afraid, it's just that it's useless to be afraid; the uneasiness that surged from the bottom of my heart spread everywhere and quietly corroded my nerves.

His hands were lifted and tied up again, and hung up.The pain in the wrist that had already been strangled became more and more obvious.Gradually, the numbness caused by poor blood flow rushed into the heart veins.

Is this going to be lynched?

As Yixi thought about it, his body began to tense involuntarily... the pain of flesh and blood is probably unavoidable.

"Whoosh"!The blindfolded black scarf was roughly ripped off with one hand.

The dazzling light pierced into the eyeballs—a painful pain.

Yixi narrowed his eyes subconsciously, avoiding the dazzling light; he felt that there was water in his eye sockets, and it flowed out.

Ten seconds later, he tried to play with his eyelids to adjust to the light in the room - before slowly looking around.

The house is small and dilapidated; it looks like a "warehouse" used by rural farmers to store sundries.The things were moved out, and it looked empty; there were several bulging woven bags piled up in the corner, and it was unknown what was inside.

The white ash on the earthen wall is mottled and peeling off, and scattered here and there in a mess; in the eyes of postmodernist artists, it may have a special aesthetic feeling.In Fang Yixi's eyes, it looked like a plaster for treating rheumatism that he had seen when he was a child.

There is a wire hanging from the roof and incandescent light bulbs hanging, which is not environmentally friendly at all.But the beam of light is dazzling and bright, and it is the only object in this room that shows modern civilization, the only household appliances.

My own hands are hung from the beams of the roof by ropes.

Such a scene reminded Yixi of those anti-Japanese war movies he watched in his youth.All the captured heroes were in this posture, tied up and tortured by Little Japan.

It's a pity that he has the same treatment, and he doesn't have the same pressure to treat death as home.

The three people standing in front of him: the young man who entered the room, with a smile on his lips, looked at him vaguely, unable to figure out why.The other two people wore children's cartoon masks on their faces, and they stood there, so naturally they couldn't see their expressions.

Fang Yixi secretly felt it was funny: he had just recovered his visual function, but those people covered their faces instead, it was kind of funny no matter how you looked at it.The reason why the young man didn't wear it was probably because the two of them had met before, so there was no need to go through the trouble again.

The young man still smiled at him, something very mysterious was flowing in the smile, which made Yixi feel in a trance.

"What do you... want?"

He also moved his dry lips and asked straight to the point.After being frightened and frightened for such a long time without drinking a drop of water, I felt smoke rising from my throat; my voice was also somewhat hoarse.

The young man smiled charmingly, and raised his voice: "I was entrusted to invite you, there must be a reason for inviting you..."

"I ask myself that I have never done anything wrong to you. You arrested me for money? Or for life?"

Yixi tried to prove it feebly, he was exhausted by the torrential journey just now.

The young man seemed to think that Yixi's statement was ridiculous, showing a half-sarcastic, half-sneering smile, pressed it against Yixi's ear, and said in a soft but clear voice: "We want money. People who spend money, whether you want your life or not depends on your fate......"

After hearing his words, Yixi's face turned pale.

"Please...don't hurt me. If it's for money, I can give it to you, and it doesn't matter if I give you all my savings. You do this kind of thing only for money. What good."

Yixi trembled slightly, and said the most touching suggestion that he could think of.People who seek money for the purpose are generally not willing to hurt human life, and that is also a stupid thing to force themselves to a dead end; unless they are really desperadoes.

But the person standing opposite is not like that.

The young man looked at Yixi's face, his eyeballs were rolling around, and he knew he was thinking about it.

Later, he smiled all over his face and said, "I have a very 'professional ethics'..."

"Professional ethics"?He was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes.

Doing this kind of kidnapping and extortion, killing and extorting goods, and talking about professional ethics?What a ghost!If these people follow the "professional ethics" so much, their situation is really bad.Thinking of this, my heart became cold again.

"However, I will consider what you just said..."

It sounded like an insignificant sentence, but it was like a firefly in the darkness, lighting up all of Yixi's hopes for survival.

Perhaps, there is a turning point?

These profit-seeking guys are open-eyed when they see money; maybe they really get the money and let themselves survive.After all, they have no grievances with him in the past, nor in the near future.

"In order for us to get along well in the next period of time, I will give you a chance to deepen your understanding of me and my character..."

The young man spoke meaningfully, his tone sounded soft, as polite and sincere as introducing himself to a new friend.

However, the treacherous glint in his eyes and the coldness hidden under the dark eyelashes made Yixi's hair stand on end!

He is not a kind person.What you say and what you do are definitely two different things.

Soon, Fang Yixi's idea was verified by reality.

The young man turned around and took a stick from one of the masked men: square and polished.

He weighed it in his hand, and stared at Yixi's nervous and confused eyes as if nothing had happened.

"Relax...I'm not a violent person...."

It sounds like it's comforting.Contrary to the words, before the words fell, the expression was instantly ferocious - the swung stick hit Yixi's arm mercilessly with the wind in it...

"what!"

Yixi screamed—the pain was so strong that it burst, and it quickly spread to the nerve endings, and the cold sweat in the pores was immediately squeezed out.

He was soberly aware that his arm was dislocated.It hurts, it hurts...

"you......"

Yixi uttered a word in pain, endured the pain, and stared angrily at the person in front of him.

Young people don't care, beating someone is as normal as exercising.He turned a blind eye to Yixi's anger, and said indifferently: "This is an inevitable process for you and me to increase our understanding, so don't worry about it so much... In this way, our next conversation will be much smoother."

After finishing speaking, he handed the stick to the masked person, gave them a wink, and said, "Give him a good greeting. Don't hit him in the face. It's a pity that such a delicate and beautiful face is disfigured... I go out for a while."

The two of them nodded without speaking.With a "hmm" in his mouth, he pushed towards Yixi.

Yixi stared anxiously at the two people who were slowly approaching, knowing that they might be doomed today.There might not even be a ghost, not to mention a human, in this barren mountain and wild place; calling for help would be a waste of effort.

He was terrified, trembling with fear, but could not make a sound.

Two men, carrying a stick in each hand, neatly and disciplinedly hit him... avoiding the legs and face that remained standing, attacking his body.

Yixi felt that his body was being subjected to violent wind and rain, and the mud and rocks were sweeping under him—— his mind was extremely sober, and his body seemed to be about to shatter in an instant.That fairly clear intuition told him that the person who hit him didn't use all his strength, he simply wanted to show him off, otherwise, he would really die.

However, this also made Yixi feel unbearable pain.One stick after another, the five internal organs seemed to be split open in the body, and the pain was so painful that he longed to faint... The other party didn't intend to make him faint, it seemed like this torture with no end in sight... ...

Finally, when he spat out a mouthful of blood... from the back of his chest, there was a piercing pain in his heart and lungs; his face twisted and deformed, and his breathing was about to stop, they stopped.

The two looked at each other, knowing each other that they couldn't fight anymore.

"He seems to have a broken rib, let's go here..."

One muffled to the other, there was no warmth inside.

The man remained silent, and the two leaned against the door with a tacit understanding, staring at Yixi coldly, motionless.

He also spat out blood, and there was a fishy smell in his mouth.Although he didn't pass out as he thought, he still got a little rest time for the time being.

There is no way to ignore it, the piercing pain brought about by the broken ribs, and the whole body is soaked in sweat...Look at the two cartoon version of "door gods" guarding the door, I also doubt Will the current self soon become a corpse? !

Can I get out of here alive?

He calculated: At this time, Luo Xiu had already arrived home and found that he was not there.His mobile phone, wallet and everything are left at home. With his ingenuity, he can't be suspicious, right?He will definitely look for him, and he will be even more anxious if he can't be contacted; it's just that he doesn't know when he will find out that he is missing?And how long will this group of people give Luo Xiu to save him?

Luo Xiu, Luo Xiu... Please find me quickly.

Our new life is just about to kick off... I won't give up easily.That is hard-won happiness at the cost of breaking one's body to pieces.

Fang Yixi frantically called Luo Xiu in his heart...

However, what Yixi didn't know was that: outside the door, through the small glass window above the dilapidated wooden door; the person who was thinking about it was looking at him sternly... with deep pupils like a charm.