Lord from hell!

Since a certain day, [-] is just a number and has no meaning other than that.

Putting a number on it, what is deprived is not only the name, but the most basic rights of a person...

Du Jiu raised his head and looked at the sky. The scorching sun made his head dizzy, and the high temperature made his skin feel burning pain. The parts exposed outside the prison uniform even had blisters due to the hot ultraviolet rays.He licked his chapped lips. Excessive fatigue and hunger made him a little dazed. After lifting the stone with his scarred hands, he didn't know what to do next.

Every day, the stones are moved from the original place to the opposite highland, and then moved from the highland back to the original place the next day, tossing back and forth, just to consume their energy and physical strength.After finally staying up until noon, Du Jiu lined up to get a bowl of porridge, squatted on the ground and drank a couple of sips, when he was suddenly kicked over.

It wasn't just the porridge that was kicked over, Du Jiu also fell to the ground in embarrassment, splashed with sticky porridge.

Du Jiu stared blankly at the three prisoners who were approaching him, his body began to tremble, but he didn't try to escape, because he knew he couldn't escape.

Can't escape...

Just like countless times before, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't escape being humiliated.

"Jiu Zai, sing a song to relieve our boredom."

The person who spoke was a burly man with a hunchback and a tiger's back, with large tattoos on his arms.He has a strong Cantonese accent, like calling "paparazzi". Every time Du Jiu hears him call like this, he feels insulted.

"...I can't sing." Du Jiu lowered his head and said.

"How come? Is it because I'm hungry and can't sing?"

"Because big brother just knocked over his lunch?"

"Then give him compensation, Jiu Zai, come and open your mouth, you will have the strength to sing after eating."

Du Jiu's body was roughly restrained, his hair was pulled, a rough hand pinched his face, his mouth was pried open, and he was forced to stuff it with sand.

"Ahaha, eat, eat, you're welcome, eat more."

Du Jiu felt extremely uncomfortable, the sand not only entered his mouth, but even occupied his nasal cavity.His thin body was completely unable to resist the suppression of the three people, so he could only shake his head desperately, and the mud mixed with sweat was wiped on the blue and yellow skinny face.

When Du Jiu was being bullied, the prisoners on the construction site either put on expressions of watching the show, or were indifferent. The prison guards in the sentry box in the distance saw it early in the morning, but turned a blind eye.The law of the jungle is the law here, as long as no one is killed, the management will usually let it go.

At the end of the matter, Du Jiu lay on the ground and retched. What he vomited was gastric juice and mud. His thin shoulders twitched constantly, making him look even more helpless and weak.

"You, you... these bastards will be punished!" Du Jiu scolded with tears in his eyes.

His useless curses only brought him more misery.When Du Jiu was beaten, no one gave a sympathetic look, because this is not an ordinary prison, and the prisoners are not ordinary criminals.

Du Jiu walked into the shower room with heavy steps. He took off his prison uniform with difficulty, supported the brick wall, and cried bitterly while standing under the cold water.

Physical pain and mental torture have pushed him to the brink of collapse.He is not a vicious criminal, but just an ordinary reporter. Why was he locked up in such a place?Why should they be treated inhumanely?

Four months ago, he was awarded the Excellent Reporter of the Year by the media circles. Standing on the podium in a well-dressed manner, he received countless envious and admiring eyes.But why would his life be turned upside down four months later?

Du Jiu's body slid down slowly, wrapping around his knees, missing the warm home, and the smiling faces of his wife and young daughter over and over again.

He felt that he was about to die, his faith was gradually collapsing, and he could never return to his family...

At this time, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the cubicle of the shower room, taking in every expression and movement of the man.

Du Jiu raised his head, frightened, and moved back tremblingly, his back touching the tiles.The man who appeared in the cubicle was quite different from the one who bullied him at the construction site just now. This man didn't have to do anything, but just looked at him calmly, Du Jiu was already terrified.

The man had a masculine face and a tall and strong figure. He was also a prisoner, but he exuded a strong aura.His eyes were cold and disgusted, like looking at a pile of garbage, a pest, a pile of excrement.

Indeed, in the eyes of men, Du Jiu was just so unbearable. His thin body was covered with scars, his head was wet, his eye sockets were red, and he was looking at him anxiously with his arms folded.At this age, people in their thirties still look like cowards, which makes people uncomfortable.

The man stretched out his hand and turned the valve to turn off the shower. This simple action made Du Jiu shrink into a ball in fright.

After a while, the man spoke up: "Do you have anything to say?"

Du Jiu sat on the ground and shook her head desperately, begging with sobs: "I don't know... I really don't know anything, please let me go... Brother Tao, please forgive me! I really don't know... ..."

"Really? Then ask someone else to ask you, they are very happy."

The man turned around, Du Jiu rushed forward and hugged his leg: "Brother Tao, trust me, I really don't know anything!"

"Let go!" The man lowered his face.

Du Jiu refused to give up, and held on to the man's trousers tightly, because every time Brother Tao asked him, he would be tortured and humiliated by other prisoners.He knew that he was like an ant in the eyes of this man, and he didn't even have the qualifications for him to deal with it himself.

He really didn't want to experience that kind of inhumane treatment again, but he was even more reluctant to tell the secret, because it was his only life-saving talisman and his only hope to get out of here.

Du Jiu tried to win the man's sympathy: "Brother Tao, you don't believe that I can kill me, please don't torture me anymore, I'm just an ordinary person, I haven't done anything bad since I was a child... I didn't even take the exam... I dare not cheat...I..."

Before Du Jiu finished speaking, he felt a pain in his chest. He was kicked out and slid on the wet floor until he hit the wall.In order to spare his humble life, the man did not try his best, but Du Jiu was so painful that he could not speak, so he obediently closed his mouth.

"I don't know what to do." The man looked at Du Jiu who was trembling in the corner with contempt, and snorted coldly: "It's obviously a stinky mouse, yet it dares to play tricks with the cat."

The man turned around and walked out of the shower room with splashes of water. At this moment, two prison guards guarding the door came up to him.

"Brother Tao, the higher-ups have told you not to kill him," said one of the prison guards.

"I can't die, anyway, it's not the first time." The man stepped forward and disappeared from the prison guard's sight after a while.Then, the prison guards also left one after another, the shower room was officially opened, and the prisoners entered one by one with washbasins.

It didn't take long before the sound of splashing water was heard, which was mixed with Du Jiu's screams and the men's obscenities.

In the shower room of this prison, all resistance is futile, and all pain is inevitable.The prison itself is an existence of violence and violence, using coercive methods to suppress evil desires. It is not a church, let alone God, and it is even less likely to provide baptism and hope to the soul.

Du Jiu committed suicide.

In a very primitive way, hit the wall.After being gang-raped by a group of prisoners, he got up precariously and slammed his forehead heavily on the utility table.

Before committing suicide, Du Jiu's mind was already showing signs of confusion, and he kept yelling, "Die! You trash! Scum! You will all go to hell in the future! Your family members will be ashamed! God will not forgive you Yes, never!"

His voice of hatred and crusade caused a roar of laughter, as if Du Jiu himself was a joke.

The mocking laughter further stimulated Du Jiu's nerves. Not long ago, he was still missing his wife and daughter. At this moment, he only thought of killing and returning all the humiliation he had suffered to these people.But he can't do anything, the only thing he can hurt is himself.

Du Jiu was carried into the infirmary, blood and semen dripped along the way, leaving behind a dazzling and tragic trail.Du Jiu fell into a severe coma, but the crude equipment in the infirmary was not enough to provide him with an intracranial examination, so it was impossible to know the condition of the injury.

During this period, Brother Tao visited Du Jiu once in the infirmary.He is one of the very few people who has privileges in prison, does not have to participate in hard labor, and can come and go freely in most areas.This is not surprising, there are always some people in every group who are different, either have advantages or disadvantages.

"Can he die?" Brother Tao asked.

The prison doctor was smearing nail polish on his hands, and without looking up, he said, "Who knows, just leave it to fate."

Brother Tao silently looked at Du Jiu who was sleeping unconscious on the hospital bed, with his thin body, pale complexion, gauze wrapped around his forehead, and his lifeless appearance.He didn't have any idea about the fact that Du Jiu was almost forced to death. It's not surprising that prisoners commit suicide occasionally.

"Baby, watch closely, it's best not to let him die." Brother Tao pinched the female doctor's plump buttocks.

After he walked for a while, the doctor complained: "Really, every time I have to take a breath, doesn't this cause trouble for people?"

She picked up the porcelain cup and walked out of the infirmary, carefully avoiding touching her bright red nails. After making coffee, she was stunned when she returned to the infirmary.Du Jiu sat up at some point, and their eyes met. After about ten seconds, he suddenly fell back on the bed without warning.

The female doctor's hand holding the cup began to tremble, and she rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

The person I was looking at just now...is it really Du Jiu?

impossible?The kind of sharp and bright eyes that pierced people's hearts and made her feel like being stared at by a hungry wolf, is it just an illusion?

The female doctor bit her nails and thought, it was an illusion, it must be an illusion, maybe Du Jiu didn't wake up at all, and everything was her imagination.

"Maybe I'm too tired..." the doctor murmured, taking a sip of the bitter black coffee.