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Thinking that Song Le was still at home alone, Song Nai was restless and stood up unsteadily.

A special layer of paint was painted on the narrow windows, which only let in light, but could not see the outside at all.

Song Nai tried to bump it with his head, but it was as hard as an iron plate, and a warning came from outside immediately: "Be quiet."

"..."

Song Nai yelled a few times, but the other party didn't respond anymore.

Even though he was locked up, he did not give up looking for a way out. There was nothing in the room except the shelf of books. He twisted his bound hands, adjusted them to a suitable angle, and leaned against the bookshelf to grind.

The bookshelf is made of rosewood, and the whole body is polished smooth and moist. It is a waste of his hard work, but it is also a glimmer of hope for Song Nai.

Until his hands were worn out and bled, he was so hungry that he was pleasantly surprised to find that the hemp rope twisted into eight strands had a little rough edge.

Smelling the scent of food, Song Nai immediately hid his hands behind his back and stood up next to the bookshelf.

The door opened, and a soldier outside pushed in a plate and quickly closed the door.

Song Nai leaned over, his nose fluttered, and his saliva was secreted desperately, but no one untied him, and the tape was still firmly stuck to his mouth, so he could only stare at the food and the soup and howl.

"Uuuuuu-"

Mr. Ji is going to starve him to death, Song Nai kept swallowing, thinking with pleasure.

Half an hour later, the door opened, and the orderly brought out the completely untouched, already cold meal with a blank expression. Song Nai was so hungry that he didn't even want to scream, and leaned back to the bookshelf to continue grinding the rope, dripping with blood. It landed on the ground, and a few red plum blossoms bloomed on the open pages of the book. Song Nai saw it and felt that the blood seemed to have stained Mr. Ji, so he quickly and carefully moved the books scattered around with his feet.

Amidst the slight rubbing sound of the hemp rope, the time passed by every minute and every second. Song Nai couldn't tell the time, so he could barely guess how long it had passed from the changing light and shadow.

He was so hungry that he could only count the time while grinding the rope.

When the light in the room gradually dimmed, the orderly pushed the door in again, shook the meal to Song Nai who was pale with hunger, and then took it out. Song Nai had given up hope, held his breath and didn't want to smell it, and continued Concentrate on working against the rope.

The sun sinks into the western mountains, the moon climbs into the night, the changing of the guard comes wave after wave, the cold in the early morning - you are my obsession - the cold spreads from the cold floor to the ankles, the bones feel like they are about to crack , Song Nai sniffed, curled up into a small ball to keep warm.

Prolonged silence and hunger are devastation and torture to the spirit. Warmth and fullness are the most basic physiological needs of human beings, but Song Nai can't get any of them now.

During the good days with Mr. Ji, the fear that had been pressed into the deepest part of my heart crept out silently again, crawling through my limbs and bones like a cold and slippery worm, revisiting those terrible times of being beaten by others. Scolding memories.

"Mr. Ji..."

Song Nai made an indistinct call from his throat, but there was no magnetic low voice to answer him, he seemed to be in a nightmare from which he could not wake up, only darkness, boundless darkness.

Throughout the night, he kept his eyes wide open and stared at the emptiness of the darkness, as if some man-eating monster was dormant there, and the slight sound of windy footsteps would make him cry out in fear, always feeling that his aunt would come in with a broom in the next second Beat him up.

But now he can't even protect himself, he can't raise his hands to protect his head, his anxiety makes his stomach acid rush out one by one, like a hand is stirring up and down in his stomach, the pain makes him want to cry.

Song Nai's teeth were trembling, and he leaned against the bookshelf and huddled into a small ball. At this moment, he could only get weak comfort from the books engraved with Mr. Ji's handwritten words, trying to smell the fragrance of ink, imagining the man who would comfort him right next to you.

After finally making it to dawn, Song Nai was exhausted, his thin single clothes were soaked in sweat, and his big eyes were flushed, looking like a real rabbit.

However, Major General Ji's tormenting him has not stopped.

Not only was he deprived of freedom and food, but Song Nai was also deprived of sleep.

The light of the day gave the rabbit a rare sense of security when he walked out of the dark nightmare, but whenever he was about to fall asleep, there would always be soldiers coming in in time to shake him up, making him cruelly feel the gradual loss of his limbs when he was awake. My strength and my stomach went from burning to numb.

Another day passed like this, the hemp rope was not broken, and Song Nai's nerves were about to break.

In the evening of the second day, after the orderly took away the food again, the door opened.

Ji Longcheng stopped at the door, contemptuously scorning the young man who was lying limp on the ground in such an embarrassment, he was full of anger, and his words were full of certainty, "Can we cooperate now?"

Song Nai was shocked when he heard his voice, raised his head, tears fell from his bloodshot eyes first, and when the orderly soldier tore off the tape on his mouth, he immediately walked to Jilongcheng on his knees, as if seeing a savior, bitterly Begging, "Please, please let me go."

Ji Longcheng thought he had finally given in and asked someone to bring hot food, but Song Nai didn't expect that Song Nai didn't even look at it. The next sentence of this weak-looking kid was, "You can torture me to vent your anger, but I The younger brother is innocent, he is so young, if no one cooks for him for such a long time, he will starve to death."

Song Nai choked with sobs, and the sour tears kept flowing into the dry skin on his lips, causing slight pain.

With his chin propped up on crutches, Song Nai looked at the still unmoved officer with tears in his eyes. His heart sank, and he heard the other party say every word: "If your brother dies, he will be killed by your willful actions." .”

"Ugh..."

Song Nai didn't dare to think about what would happen if Song Le was hungry for two days like him. His hands and feet couldn't stop shaking, and he wanted to repent, but Ji Longcheng regarded him as someone who would never cooperate. Stupid, re-tape the mouth with new tape.

The smell of the tape was very pungent, and it made Song Nai burst into tears. His few words had exhausted his little stamina. He could only watch helplessly as the door slowly closed in front of him, and then he collapsed dejectedly on the cold On the ground, in the darkened confinement room, hunger and exhaustion swallowed him from head to toe.

I don't know how long it has passed, and when he was unconscious, he seemed to see the door open again, and a tall figure squatted down against the light, and stretched out his hand...

……

"Hold!"

After receiving Lian He's tip-off, Yu Yuan rushed home in a hurry, the house was unusually quiet, the puppet cat pulled a litter box of cakes, there was a faint smell in the air, and Song Le's shoes were missing at the door Yes, he suddenly felt bad.

"Song Le!"

Yu Yuan broke in without changing his shoes, and no one played with him all day, the puppet cat jumped out of the cat nest with its big fluffy tail erect, and followed Yu Yuan's feet clingily , Yu Yuan didn't have time to deal with it, he anxiously pushed open one door after another, every room was empty, and the little figure was nowhere to be seen.

Jiang Shaoyuan, who followed, patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, but now Yu Yuan exploded like a firecracker, immediately opened his hand, and shouted at him: "It's all your fault, I'm tied to the bed and won't let me go, Well, this is a bad thing!"