dead fiancée returns

He was pulled out by the men behind the guards, and before leaving the room, he glanced subconsciously at Jobson.

The bloody boy was lying on the ground with his back facing him, his body was still twitching slightly, and he let out a vague moan from his mouth.

The guard brought it to the center of the closed room, and the lights from all directions hit his body, which was so cold that he couldn't help but close his eyes.

He sat in a chair and was interrogated by the guards.

"Number 22 said that you used words to encourage him to escape and come back to save you. Is this true?"

"Number 22 said that after he escaped, you would act as a coordinator to meet him. Is this true?"

"Please answer, number 23."

"number 23--"

In the lowered tone, there was already dissatisfaction with his silence.

Shen Shuning's fingers dug deeply into the flesh, and kept scratching, fine blood seeped into the crevices of the nails.

He was silent and did not speak.

At such a moment, he felt that his soul floated out of his body, and he was watching all this with cold eyes just like those children who were holding the iron gate and casting their eyes.

Of course he can say no.

There is no evidence that he encouraged Jobson, and of course there is no evidence that he did not encourage Jobson.

There was a huge mirror placed above his head, and the light shone down and reflected up through the smooth floor. He raised his head slightly and saw himself in the mirror.

Small, scrawny, a brat who could strangle to death with one hand, looked like he was about to die at any moment, an ant——

"number 23."

The watchman asked again heavily.

"please answer my question--"

"Otherwise, I will give you a harsher punishment than No. 22. No. 22 admitted his crime of defection, but you have not yet."

Shen Shuning's eyelashes trembled, he really didn't want to answer, because his answer was meaningless.He knew what the people on the other end of the surveillance video wanted to see. They wanted to see him pleading that he hadn’t, and then pouring all kinds of dirty water on Jobson in order to protect himself. Perhaps Jobson, who was lying on the ground, would still Trying to turn up and struggle, the two fell into a situation of biting each other.

Just like two crickets locked in a jar, when they fight, it is often a scene of applause from the onlookers.

At the end of the fight, the two crickets lost their tentacles, and the onlookers dispersed contentedly.

And he didn't want to be such a cricket, that was ridiculous.

The stomach was in severe pain due to hunger, as if a hand was tightening the intestines, with a little more force, the intestines could be broken, and then the bright red plasma burst out from the body and sprinkled into the air.

He couldn't help biting the tip of his tongue in pain.

The light above his head became more and more intense, and he couldn't see anything. His vision was bright white. He heard the sound of the guard putting the pen on the table, like a stone falling into a deep cave.

"Well, number 23, since you're so stupid."

The cold voice reached his ears through the gloomy wind.

"Then I can only ask God to wish you good luck."

click-

Footsteps stopped in front of him.

He could barely see the outline of the other party, and the iron rod held high, reflecting the cold light under the strong light.

His breathing subconsciously stopped, and he could only stare blankly at the arm-thick iron rod raised above his head, like a rabbit that had given up struggling against a ferocious predator in the abyss, waiting for the judgment of fate.

"I hope your current physique will allow you to survive."

The watchman said loftily, with a cruel tone of excitement, "I like to torture a poor little boy like you."

In that instant, many past events that had been forgotten by Shen Shuning came to mind again.

On a bloody night, he sat on the floor in the room, with his mother lying beside him and his father lying beside him.

The father was cut to a bloody mess, the blood soaked the sofa, his head and neck were only connected by tendons, and he fell sideways crookedly, his facial expression maintaining the last moment of life disappearing.

Distortion, shock, despair, anger, pain—

Next to his body was a shattered wine bottle, the fragments of which were covered in blood, and a pork machete, thick blood still slowly dripping from the edge to the floor.

The mother stared at him intently, half of her forehead was smashed by the wine bottle, scarlet blood was flowing out of the wound on her wrist, and the blade used to cut her eyebrows fell by her hand.

He sat in the middle of the line of sight of the two of them.

From dark to dawn, from dawn to dark.

The blood turned red and black, then slowly dried up, congealing into glaring stains.

The clock hanging on the wall is ticking slowly——

He fainted from hunger and woke up hungry again.

Just sat there blankly, not moving.

He was very scared, but because of his fear, he didn't dare to move at all, he always felt that if he moved, the eyeballs of his father and mother lying on the ground would follow him, and he didn't dare to look, a kind of deep terror It was implanted into his bone marrow, so that he could only hang his head, avoiding the eyes that were on him.He vaguely knew something, but he didn't want to accept it, as if he could keep everything as it was without speaking or moving.

Something vaguely crawled onto his body, and he didn't dare to take a look, so he could only close his eyes and shake it away gently.

I don't know how long it took before the door was slammed open, and a group of policemen entered the room. A gentle sister hugged him, she kept touching his face and head with tears, and he turned his head slowly with a stiff head. Looking at the back, I saw a group of white wriggling maggots covering the bodies of my parents, crawling out of my parents' eyes, and then burrowing into my nostrils, like a ball of moving cotton.

His eyes were covered by his sister with a police jacket and he was taken to hospital.

He didn't know how long he stayed in the hospital, he just lay in bed day after day fishing for glucose.

The police tried to find someone who could adopt him, but no one was willing to adopt him.

"After staying in that environment for so long, no matter how young a child is, he will be mentally abnormal. How should he be raised? Do we have to hire a psychiatrist for him all the time?"

"This child looks very good-looking, but we can't accept it, sorry..."

In the end he was sent to an orphanage.

The elder sister took his hand and told him that the people inside were very gentle, she would visit him regularly, bring him delicious food and play with him, and he would have a bunch of little friends to play with him in the future.

He sat on the chair and watched his sister leave with red eyes.

A group of children who were much taller than him came over.

"Are you new here?"

"Are you two years old?"

"Are you a girl?"

He silently grabbed the palm of his hand and picked it over and over again, but there was no response.

Slowly, they spread out bored.

He became an invisible man in the orphanage.

Because he can't speak, and he won't get close to other people, he just sits in one place, motionless like a doll.

"Is he a fool?"

"No, he's still dumb."

"It's a fool and a mute, no wonder he was sent to an orphanage, haha!"

"It's as if you have a family. You are not a fool, you are not dumb, you are not sent to an orphanage, everyone is the same, who do you look down on?"

A clear and loud voice sounded like that.

He looked up slowly.

The boy who was three heads taller than him was holding a rice bowl, his face was a little dark, his eyes were as bright as stars, he took a mouthful of rice, swallowed it and sneered, "Besides, why don't you take a pee to see how much you are?" Ugly, you look like a pig, do you know? A fat pig with big ears is full of worthless fat, and you have the nerve to laugh at others."

The fat man's face changed, and he rushed up and grabbed the boy's collar. The boy took another bite of the rice, then passed the bowl to someone else, grabbed the fat man's head with his backhand, and hit him with his own head.

With a bang, the two started to fight, you scolded me, I scolded you, the last woman ran out of the room, lifted the two of them aside, and shouted: "Stand up for me! Stand still! Who You guys are used to it. You still fought, right? Stand for half an hour!"

Half an hour later, the child with a bruised nose and a swollen face wiped the blood from his nose nonchalantly, picked up his rice bowl and walked up to him. He was taller than him, much taller, covering all the sunlight that fell on him.

"Kid, don't worry about them, they are a bunch of big idiots nobody wants."

"My name is Tao Yang, what's your name?"

The figures standing in front of him gradually overlapped, and the boy holding the rice bowl turned into a guard holding an iron bar.

Shen Shuning opened his mouth.

"Tao Yang..."

"Tao Yang—"

He murmured weakly, his pupils slowly tightening.

He didn't know why memories that he had never had before appeared in his mind.It was forgotten by him when he was young, and it was hidden deep in the memory storage in his brain, but at this moment of fate trial, he suddenly remembered it, like a butterfly whipping up a storm.

The white light and the red blood light frantically alternated in front of his eyes. The moment the iron rod was swung down, his breath almost disappeared, and he closed his eyes subconsciously.

He will die in this place.

He never clearly realized this cruel fact.

He can no longer go back to the orphanage, see Tao Yang again, and see his mother in the orphanage again.

But he may be going to meet his biological father and mother.

However, he waited for a long time, but he did not wait for the falling iron rod.In the darkness, he heard the rustling of electricity, the breathing of the guards, and the sound of the children gasping for air.

Damocles, who was hanging above his head, never fell, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The guard didn't know when he put away the iron rod in his hand. He moved a small black button next to his ear. Under the mask, his eyes were as cold as snakes.

After a while, there was a heavy blow, and he threw the iron rod on the ground, rolling away with a rumble, and the sound echoed over the closed room.

He slowly took off the gloves, revealing a pair of misshapen hands.

"Congratulations, number 23." An icy voice announced, "You escaped unharmed..."

The snake-like gaze turned away from him indifferently, and the guard raised his hand, "Take him back..."