time with madmen

As the morning light came in, He Shifeng looked at the prison wall and opened his eyes.

After the wake-up time, it was time for meals and labor reform. Brother Pickpocket looked terrified at the prison guard who suddenly walked in.

He Shifeng stood there, and he saw again, the prison guard who recorded for him that day, the person who punched him.

"You can get out of jail"

The prison guard said to the pickpocket, but He Shifeng could always feel his eyes on his body, with a half-smile, the meaning was unclear.

"Really"

The pickpocket looked at the prison guard in panic, trembling all over.

"But...."

The pickpocket hesitated to speak, and walked towards the prison guard step by step, every step was excited.

He Shifeng grabbed Brother Pickpocket's clothes, he couldn't figure out why, he was released suddenly, all the emotions of Brother Pickpocket showed that he really didn't just steal, he was sentenced to eight years in prison, this is a lie of Pickpocket.

"do not go"

At this moment, He Shifeng seemed to remember something. He didn't know why, but he always felt that if the pickpocket went out step by step, he would die.

"Brother, I will go out when my sentence is over, wait for you to go out and find me, brother, I will wait for you outside"

The 30-year-old pickpocket hurriedly pushed He Shifeng away, without looking back at the prison guard.

"Master Police Officer, can you see if I can go out?"

The pickpocket smiled anxiously, pleading cautiously and ingratiatingly, which made He Shifeng feel that he was about to kneel down to thank Dade.

"Really"

He Shifeng blocked the door and looked at the prison guard. The evil expression of the prison guard made him jump with fear, and the pickpocket giggled behind him.

"if not?"

The prison guard approached him, showing a sense of oppression in his playful smile. Feeling the pickpocket's threatening eyes and extreme desire and anxiety, He Shifeng suppressed all doubts and stepped out of the way.

He Shifeng looked behind the closed prison door, and the prison guards looked at him with mockery, sympathy, and jokes. For a moment, his eyes met the highest-ranking prison guard.

Who am I and what is the truth? You clearly know that He Shifeng leaned against the door and slid down.

He was alone in the cell, curled up on the bed with a splitting headache, thinking about everything.

It wasn't him who was guilty, but his father, the person he was most proud of, let him see the truth on that night.

In the laboratory that belonged only to his father, when he was young, he saw countless hidden frozen organs, and he also seemed to see the man in white in the operating room who was harvesting organs from living people. He couldn't see his face clearly, but He knew that it was He Aiguo.

He Shifeng hid in the dark, watching where one another was directing and transporting outwards. He had seen that face before. In the past few days, he clearly recognized it as the policeman who took away the pickpocket. , and the one who punched him when he checked his papers.

On the night of the experiment, he really didn't dare to imagine whether his father participated in or led the matter of harvesting other people's organs for sale.

That year, He Shifeng, he didn't know that he would change his name in the future and take a different path in life, and things began to become clearer.

He Shifeng knew that he was taken to the base camp for organ harvesting, and he realized that the prisoners here were all sources of supply. He knew that he would die, and he just wanted to know whether this matter had anything to do with his father.

The young He Shifeng began to think about how to escape here.

He was taken out for dinner again, and when the rooms were about to be closed again, he sneaked out, snatched the key from the prison guard's waist, and opened the doors of the nearest prison rooms.

In the confusion, he saw the prison guard standing not far away watching him.

He Shifeng opened several doors where these prisoners were held in succession. The chaos is like this. He dared to do this because he knew that escape would be shot on the spot, but not here, because the dead bodies have no organs to dig up.

The accident also broke out at this moment, the boy opposite him took advantage of the confusion and beat the criminal to death, the prison guard who was walking in front stopped him,

He Shifeng raised his head, stubborn and angry, the punch hadn't been returned yet, and the punch was just a punch.

"You attacked the police, you can be shot on the spot"

The prison guard who was punched got up and said.

"That's right, but you're not a prison guard, you're an unforgivable scum even worse than these death-row prisoners."

He Shifeng's voice was firm and calm, as he fought back and forth, he knew that the person in front of him was equally skilled.

In the end, He Shifeng fell to the ground with a bang under the electric baton. The prison guard stepped on his boots, looked at the chaotic situation around him, and smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth.

"You can really cause trouble"

The prison guard broke his hand bone with one corner, squeezed his face with one hand, and hit his stomach from the bottom with his fist. He Rushi spat out blood. The prison guard stood up, wiped the blood off his hands, and took Pick up the phone, nod and say yes.

"The master said, we want to play a game"

The prison guard squatted down with a smile, picked up He Shifeng, and dragged him past the blood all over the floor, as well as the disobedient prisoners.

He Shifeng was hoisted up, felt a blood needle being stuck into a blood vessel, and heard the blood dripping down.

What does it feel like to be bleed out of a person while awake, especially if he still wants to be hung up like a dog and can't see anything.

The prison guards said it was a game, and He Shifeng was hung like this. Blood flowed from the upper and lower arms of the prison uniform, the muscles on the arm were tense, and the eyes were blindfolded. His whole body and his world were silent, only the sound of his own blood dripping down, fast or slow, one after another, the scab on his mouth, unable to make a sound.

He seemed to hear other voices, but he couldn't distinguish them clearly, because his consciousness was almost blurred, and he lost too much blood, which was a sign of shock.

The black cloth on his eyes was removed, and He Shifeng looked around with difficulty. He saw another pale and terrified face. When he saw his face, he couldn't believe it. It was Brother Pickpocket, lying down like this On the chair, like him, he was blindfolded and had scabs on his mouth, but he didn't shed a drop of blood, he was tortured and frightened to death.

"I'm glad you survived"

A mechanical voice made He Shifeng suddenly look at the huge glass cover in front of him, but he couldn't see the person behind the glass.

"Is it interesting to scare a person who is afraid of death to death?"

He Shifeng asked, but no one answered.

Only the ticking sound of blood flow still echoed here, the hands had been stopped, but the blood was still flowing down the corner of the clothes, He Shifeng looked down, the blood had already flowed all over the place.

He Shifeng looked up at the camera, he smiled, the people behind the glass should be enjoying this game of life and death happily.

That time was his first contact with darkness. In his life, from white to black, there was not gray, but the bright red of blood.