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Due to the injury to the back of his head, Ling Yao fell into a deep sleep for the next few days.

He fell into a coma, which didn't make him feel painful, but comfortable.

He was carefree, all he knew was to let himself sink into a coma.

Even if something disturbed him again, he couldn't perceive it.

The tense spirit during this period of time finally relaxed at this time.

But under the treatment of medical staff, he quickly regained consciousness.

Even though he was unwilling to open his eyes as if he was deluding himself, but he had recovered his five senses, hunger and thirst, discomfort that made his body stiff, and various physiological needs stimulated him to wake up.

He is thus forced to recognize the fact that he is alive, and he is still a human being with needs.

During this period of time, he has been staying in a very quiet place, and the people who come and go move gently, as if they have been specially trained.This environment made him very comfortable, but this comfort was taken back today.

The sound of the conversation without lowering the decibels stimulated his ears that were used to being clean, and all of them got into his ears, which was especially harsh.

"This new prisoner's physical fitness is too weak—should he be sent to the female prisoner to do manual work together."

"I also watched the surveillance. The bald head is indeed bullying the new prisoner again, but I don't think it's enough to push people to knock their heads. It's probably because of this guy's own intentions, or it's because of his poor physique—tsk, oh, what about the body? So weak, how can you kill someone?"

"Tsk tsk, people can't be judged by their appearance."

Ling Yao shivered for a moment, and opened his eyes with difficulty. Even though his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see anything, he still slowly moved his sight to the source of the sound.

He thought he could curl up in this peaceful world, but he still had to be reminded of his identity as a murderer all the time.

These three words have become a scar on his heart. During this slow healing process, every time it is mentioned, the scabbed scar will be torn open again, revealing the bloody flesh inside.

Everything is like a heavy shackle, shackles his limbs, his body and mind, making it difficult for him to move forward.

When he looked up, there was darkness in front of him, like a dark alley with no end, and he had been walking alone.

He was terrified but didn't know where to go. He had no choice but to endure the scar and drag the shackles forward.

But even so, the person holding the chain was still holding the other end tightly in a distant dark place.

"That's not it, don't look at him like this, he turned out to be a murderer-eh, eh? The prisoner is awake, don't say it, don't say it."

The prison guard who finally realized that Ling Yao had woken up shut his mouth and patted the people around him embarrassedly.

Several people cleared their throats, tried their best to put on a serious look, moved the chairs and sat down beside him, opened and closed their mouths, they must have said a lot, but Ling Yao turned a deaf ear.

He moved his sore eyeballs, he lost focus after not seeing anything for too long.

He could vaguely see a piece of pure white here, obviously not the dark prison cell, his heart was jumping with joy like never before.

He got out of that hell?

Ecstasy poured into his chest in an instant, making him want to breathe hard. The remarks that said he was a murderer just now can no longer affect him under the comparison at this time.

However, he was quickly dragged back to reality.

The prison guard picked up the other baton at his waist and tapped lightly on the head of his bed, making a crisp sound, which shocked his mind and looked at him in shock.

"Don't think about it. This is the infirmary in the prison. Hurry up and heal the wound on your head. The beds are tight. There are still no beds for the prisoners who were stabbed."

His voice was indifferent, with a businesslike tone.

After speaking, the nurse made a note, and the prison guard left the infirmary blankly.

Ling Yao smiled wryly, looked at the yellowed ceiling, and let out a long breath. I'm afraid it's really hard to escape from this cage.

At the moment he came in, he was still fantasizing that there would be some variables in it, and someone would take him away soon.

After a week in the cell, even in his frailty and grief, he secretly thought about it.

Even if it was a grand escape from prison, or an accident, natural or man-made disaster, as long as there was any chance to escape, he would not be reconciled to being imprisoned by this place for his young life.

But now, he is exhausted and has no illusions, just like an old man, lifeless, he only knows to look out the window every day, watch the spring flowers bloom, and listen to the insects and birds singing.

In this way, he can be allowed to escape from himself like an ostrich. Within a week, the prison guards appeared again. Every time he came, he brought bad news. Sure enough, at the same time, there were also forensic doctors and policemen in other uniforms. .

A man wearing a military cap spoke first, aggressively, and dumped several case records on his hospital bed.

"You are Ling Yao from Room 231?"

Ling Yao nodded blankly, then lowered his head to search for the documents scattered on the bed, only seeing a few prominent words in the title.

"Murder" "Death Records" "The Dead"

Although he hadn't figured out what the situation was now, these words kept spinning and lingering in his mind.

Ling Yao's blood began to flow back again, and his whole body felt cold.

His arm was like a stiff machine, and he held up the documents, which contained photos of the deceased, and they were the prisoners who had conflicts with him before.

Their death conditions were terrible, and Ling Yao was so frightened that he lost all the documents in his hand after only one glance.

Their eyeballs protruded, as if they had been greatly stimulated. No one knew the fear they had experienced before death, and their desperate eyes with blood and tears seemed to be looking at themselves.

Ling Yao screamed, and was held down by nurses and police officers who rushed up from around him.

He looked at the leader in uniform at a loss, his lips were already dry and peeling, and he wanted to ask something, but he couldn't speak because of the hoarseness of his vocal cords.

The man in uniform in front of him seemed to be able to read minds, and understood his meaning immediately.

But because he has experienced too many murders, he has been able to keep calm so well that at this moment, he looks cold and ruthless.

Seeing Ling Yao's pitiful look with flushed eye sockets, he just pushed his glasses, and said in a low tone, "They're dead."

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