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drip, drip...

About ten meters away, the sound of water droplets slipping out of the cement cracks near the well can be heard continuously. There is a small hole only the size of a thumb in the stone mud wall nearly four meters high, which can be faintly seen outside the hole. The shadows reflected by the trees.

Outside the entrance of the cave, you can hear the warmth brought by the comfortable sunshine, the chirping of many birds, the vibration of wings when flying, and the sound of children playing. If it is more detailed, you can hear the faint footsteps of the crowd.

There is no sorrow and pain, everyone is striving hard for life, leaving behind the toil and sweat called satisfaction.

From the sound coming from this point, one can imagine the beautiful scenery of the bustling crowd outside.

It is a completely different world from inside the cave.

I can't feel the warmth brought by the sun at all. It is covered by a nearly seven-foot-high cement black roof. The floor is made of simple stone bricks. Not only is it uncomfortable to lie on and sit on, but even your feet are rough. It is uncomfortable to stand upright.

In this space that can only accommodate about four people, there are no seats, no beds, and no dining table. There is only a small pothole in the corner to solve the waste.

The darkness, the constant sound of dripping water outside, and the stabbing ground called "torturing prisoners" make it a space exclusive to standard prisoners.

If you want to escape immediately, everyone will escape without hesitation. The problem is that there is only one exit in this hellish space, and the upper part is lined up with long steel sticks, and they are deeply inserted. Enter the ground and roof of the space, and if you want to leave, you need the guard's key to open the only iron gate.

"Is it morning?"

Jie Shi, who was enduring the pain and limp on the ground because of his weakness, probably knew the time outside, but it was only a vague estimate.

At this moment, Jieshi, who is a "suspect" in his identity, can't do anything at all, he can only let the time run out, waiting for someone to save him or just lock him up in the "cell" and die.

As if it only happened a few minutes ago, Jieshi was stopped by guards wearing magician shirts before he was about to enter the city gate last night. Use your free hand to release warning fireworks into the air.

In just a few seconds, Jieshi, who was standing at the door, was surrounded by a dozen magicians wearing the same style of battle robes of different colors.

The faces of each pair of guards were full of solemnity and vigilance, far exceeding the usual discrimination against the hostage team. To use simple words to summarize everyone's expressions is like treating Jieshi as a prisoner.

Then he grabbed Jieshi, tied his hands and feet tightly with hemp rope, covered him with a sack, and finally regained his sight and the freedom of his hands, Jieshi found himself in this small space.

There is no sound of people chatting, and there is no sound of creatures existing in this prison, as if living in a dark space isolated from people.

Although at the beginning I kept shouting my innocence, climbing around and hitting the steel door with my fist several times, but in the end there was no progress or effect.

It wasn't until he was exhausted physically and mentally, and limp on the ground limply, that Jie Shi finally understood why he was here.

It should be said that there is only one reason.

Click, click, click.

At the end of the corridor outside the cell door, there was a screeching sound of friction that had not been maintained for a long time and was seriously rusted. There was a passionate reverberation in this confined space, and Jieshi's eardrums even caused tinnitus and short-term confusion in his head.

As the heavy iron door was slowly pushed open, the sunlight that was isolated from this place entered first, followed by human figures that blocked part of the light, not just one but two.

One of them is the magic battle robe that Jie Shi saw last night. From his intuitive guess, he knew it was the guard of the cell. The stumbled robe is used as inner clothing, and the outer robe that increases walking is used to cover the body.

He is a standard college student, at least judging from the color of his uniform, but he is dressed like a ball, Jieshi has never had the impression.

"Only talk for 5 minutes."

After the guard finished speaking the sentence full of restraint and seriousness to the students, he turned his head and left in a direction that Jieshi couldn't see.

Tread, step, step.

The man in the dark red uniform nodded slightly and approached Jieshi's cell. Every time he took a step closer, there would be loud footsteps that echoed several times, and he would step on a slightly sunken puddle from time to time. Light, as long as one is not careful, it is likely to trip on rough ground.

"team leader."

Walking to Jieshi's cell, bright green eyes were revealed from the cracks in the iron bars that made the cell's door.

"I'm sorry, I was still suspected as expected, I was the one who implicated you."

The words revealed a sense of oppression and dullness, as if resigning to fate but wanting to struggle, Jie Shi's face was filled with contradictory thoughts.

"The captain was convicted of treason, and the veracity of the charges is still being discussed."

As usual in the meeting in the wooden house, Feng Ao's tone and emotion were the same as when he was reporting, cold and direct.

"The Magic Kingdom said that I, a member of the Kingdom of Swords, committed treason?"

He had already prepared himself psychologically when he was in this prison, but when he heard the accusation, Jieshi kept his head down in a powerless posture, feeling amused in his heart.

"The reason is that in the finals of the special selection match, the captain did not show up and there was doubt that he was not in the house at night."

"Yes, yes."

"One more thing."

It seemed that the interview time was over, the guards returned to their original positions, their eyes were tightly squinted on Feng Ao, and the whole body was on guard, as if attacking Feng Ao at any time.

"Leave my duties to Don."

Knowing that there is no extra time, Jieshi knows how to hand over the rights and obligations that he still has to others verbally in this prison of "waiting to die"-he faintly understands in his heart that it is impossible for him to survive smoothly. Such an ending is inexplicably accepted.

"I've put away your rapier for you."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, Feng Ao's eyes were the same as usual, but there was a hint of determination in his eyes.