Reason is still chaotic

Shen Jiali curled up in a dark corner, looking up at the small window hole above.Thin light penetrated into the cell, and in that faint beam of light, a mosquito was circling and flying.

This is his second day "out of the cage".He hadn't been able to straighten his back since he got out of the cage.He was like a bunch of bones and flesh that had lost all connections, and he collapsed on the ground vaguely and messily - after a long time, like a half-dead insect, he moved inch by inch to the shadow of the corner of the wall.

He stared blankly at the mosquito, as if staring at a big show; his mind was blank.

In several times of non-punishment, he almost lost the ability to think - he is not a strong-willed person.

For five or six days in a row, he was not brought up to appear in court for punishment.

He was still young, but he struggled to maintain the breath in his chest.Tentatively wriggling to the iron gate, he fumbled to grab the black pancake with his nailless hands, and put it into his mouth trembling.The cold water sent a bit of dregs into his stomach, he opened his mouth, let out a long and trembling breath.

In the sharp pain emanating from his fingertips, he barely comforted his empty stomach.Lie on the ground panting for a while, he closed his eyes, he felt his body fluttering, he didn't know whether he was about to faint or die.

He gradually became in a trance, and his eyes flickered—suddenly, the scene changed to Tianjin, and he was only in his 20s, wearing a lake-colored robe, walking on the street with a large group of friends, including Duan Zhicheng, talking and laughing happily, Let's go to Shilin to have western food together.

The western food was not eaten, but there was a bolt of lightning on the screen.This time he was sitting in the office of the police station, and the people who came to "visit" him were lined up downstairs, and there were banknotes pushed on the big desk in front of him, and he was holding a deed in his hand, very focused Estimate the value of the property.

While he was thinking about it, he realized that he had become a boy again.

Since he was a child, he has been young and mature, he doesn't play much, and he doesn't seem to have much interest in all games, but he learned to save private money early on.It seems that I have been poor for several lifetimes, and somehow I love money like that.

In the heavy and continuous hallucinations, the iron gate opened, and he was dragged out by the Japanese military police again.

Confused, he was tied to a chair by the military police. He was still dazed and didn't know why until he saw the executioner walking over with a telephone in his hand.

He opened his mouth, and there was only a few hisses from his swollen throat, but there was a lot of panic in his eyes - he recognized this, it was electrocution!

He had heard about the power of electrocution, but because he had already experienced too many inhuman tortures, he stared blankly at the phone at this moment, and he did not express any resistance or begging for mercy.

The body was tightly bound to the chair, and the executioner wrapped the wire around his wrist expressionlessly.The interrogator in front of him was forcing him to confess Duan Muren's whereabouts again.He had a cold war, and his mind suddenly recovered, knowing that this was going to be bad!Clearing his throat with effort, he raised his eyes to look at the interrogator in a panic, but he didn't know where to start - these days, he never told any lies!

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, the interrogator gave the executioner a look.The executioner "Hayi" agreed, then walked to the phone, raised his hand to hold the handle, and began to shake it slowly.

Shen Jiali immediately roared wildly, breaking his throat!

Shen Jiali suffered the most intense pain since he was imprisoned.

Electricity is an invisible poisonous snake, instantly destroying his skin, muscles, bones, and nerves.The rope seemed to be unable to restrain his violently twitching body, and he wailed heart-piercingly in wave after wave of convulsions, the sound getting longer and longer, like a miserable ghost cry.And as the current changed, his body sometimes stiffened and sometimes trembled, tossing and twisting in the tight binding, as if he was at a loss, and seemed to be dying.

The executioner paused slightly to let him relax.After he regained his human form, the executioner shook the phone again.

The electric current paralyzed his heart again and again, and he let out a palpitating scream, while blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his lower body became incontinent.In the severe pain all over his body, he would rather die than live, but under the stimulation of the electric current, his mind became more lucid than ever before.He cried and begged for mercy, repeating lies indiscriminately.However, the other party refused to stop.

The body seemed to swell, and the internal organs were churned into a mess of flesh and blood.He vomited mouthful after mouthful, and there was a loud roar in his ears.He was originally a weak person, but now the execution chair creaked when he shook it.His vision was completely blurred, and the world in his eyes changed color.

The Japanese also didn't know how to deal with Shen Jiali.It's inappropriate to kill him, after all he is Duan Muren's number one confidant, it would be a bit hasty to simply execute him; but if he is not killed, it seems like a waste of food to stay.The executioner stopped at the signal of the interrogator - the interrogator suspected that Shen Jiali might really be a fool and knew nothing about Duan Muren's whereabouts.

The Japanese military police dragged the rubber hose and washed Shen Jiali from head to toe indiscriminately.Shen Jiali's eyes were wide open, and his bones seemed to be softened. It was a walking dead military police who had lost his soul and threw him back into the cell. He kept his body on the ground and remained motionless, with his eyes still open.After a long period of calm, he suddenly coughed, and blood spurted out of his mouth and nose.

Five days later, Shen Jiali was electrocuted again.

This time he just howled at the top of his throat, an instinctive cry of dying.The interrogator knew that he was in extreme pain, and hoped to force out a few words of truth while the iron was hot, but Shen Jiali simply had no words.

In this constant, over-the-top torment, he lost the ability to think and speak.

After the second electric shock, Shen Jiali was in a coma for several days.

Later he woke up, as if he had eaten something or drank something, but he couldn't remember clearly.His mind was always so dazed, and occasionally he would suddenly become tense in gusts of wind and rain, and a feeling of fear like a dark cloud shrouded his head.However, after an unknown amount of time, he fell into a coma, and the terrifying cloud dispersed invisible and soundlessly.

Like an animal, or like a worm, he eats and drinks unconsciously, and vomits unconsciously.He forgot his origin, forgot his wealth.There was no color in his eyes, and only despair and confusion remained in his heart.But why despair?Then he doesn't remember either.

The Japanese seemed to have given up on Shen Jiali, and they didn't have the determination to release Shen Jiali immediately, so they had to let him crawl in the cell for the time being.

So Shen Jiali lay on the cold concrete floor of the cell day and night.His wound festered and healed, but because he no longer knew how to protect himself, the healed wound was often opened by him.His hair grew long enough to cover his eyes, lice and fleas flourished on his body, his nose couldn't tell the smell, and he didn't know how horribly dirty and bloody he was.

Such a time has passed for a long time.

That evening, Shen Jiali was curled up in front of the iron gate to drink water, when suddenly the iron gate opened, the gendarme kicked open the broken bowl, pulled his hair and clothes and dragged him out.

He half-closed his eyes indifferently, his mind was blank.

After turning several turns in the prison corridor, he entered a bright place.A piece of paper fell in front of him, someone grabbed his finger and dipped it in red ink pad, and pressed it hard on the paper.

The fingerprints were mixed with mud and pus and blood, and they were very red.Immediately the piece of paper disappeared, and Shen Jiali closed his eyes—he had lived in the cell for a long time, and he couldn't adapt to the light of the electric light.

After another long drag, he shivered in the cold wind.After coughing twice, he was pushed into the car by others.

When the car started, he lost consciousness.