Only Buddha said that sentient beings are equal, but in fact, the hierarchy of sentient beings in Buddhism is extremely strict and is definitely not on the same ladder.

This is even more true in prisons. Beneath the harmonious surface is naked violence, and the strong are king.

From the Japanese who took care of me, I learned that in this Alcatraz Prison, all the prisoners are divided into levels. The Japanese are above the Chinese, but the Chinese are not the lowest here.

I didn't want to stay here for a second, but the reality was cold. I lay on the bed pretending to be sick to avoid prisoners and labor outside the cell, but this can only be temporary.

During my days of being imprisoned in a foreign land, I missed my friends and relatives very much, but my hometown was thousands of miles away from me and there was an invisible power grid. What I had to do now is to find a phone call to call for help, otherwise I would not be able to escape from this demon island by myself.

This Japanese took care of me very carefully. He was very careful with Lao Wu's special care. The food he sent was always two people. After dinner, the brother of Ying always introduced me to the "glorious history" of their family in broken Chinese. His grandfather once went deep into Wuhan, the hinterland of China as a Japanese invader, and his father went to Jiangan Park as a righteous man to kneel down on the Yangtze River.

After learning that I was also in Wuhan, he became more kind to me and kept asking me how I viewed the war of aggression against China.

I did not answer that war is far away for us, and perhaps only exists in textbooks.

While he was having a meal, I asked him in a low voice: "Did you ever think about escaping from here and returning to your hometown?"

His mouthful of rice stuck in his throat and he coughed violently. I quickly handed over the shrimp skin soup.

The British man swallowed the dry rice stuck in his throat with shrimp skin soup. After a long time of rest, he said to me lightly: "When I left Japan and became an American citizen, I had betrayed my ancestors. Here, I am a grandson and a slave to Americans. They still look down on me. What kind of face do I have to return to my hometown and face my own fellow villagers!"

I once told him frankly: "This is a hell. I know that my own strength alone cannot change everything here. I once met a Tibetan warrior. His ideal is to lead thousands of warriors to sweep the hell!"

Yingnan told me: "That can only be an ideal forever. As long as human beings continue, hell will not be empty!"

"But I believe that tens of thousands of warriors have gathered under his command, and we have fought with him with the God of Death in the desert. If I can contact him now, he will definitely lead his warriors to flatten the place and rescue us!"

The British man didn't believe it, so I took the opportunity to ask: "Then do you know if there is a phone call here that can be made across the ocean?"

He thought for a moment, and then replied in a low voice: "Yes, the phone in the warden's office can call any number that can be called in the world. But his phone can only be used by himself and those who have passed his permission!"

I said angrily: "Has we even deprived of our full strength to call our loved ones in this prison?"

The British man spread his arms and said, "More than just, do you think you can see your family again after being imprisoned here? This prison is completely isolated from the outside world, and only the prison guards can contact people outside."

This Japanese man had brought the gift to live with me. Before going to bed, he had to kowtow to the West and pray, chanting Japanese in his mouth. He would go to the bathroom to wash up after the end, and then say good night to me before climbing into bed to rest.

I also told him that I didn't like being disturbed by others when I was sleeping, and then I fell asleep and waited for the arrival of the ghost guards.

Since I was just recovering from a serious illness and my body was relatively fragile, it was not suitable to leave the cell and find my soul in person. A led a group of guards to the cell and ordered the guards to stop outside the door to wait. He walked through the door and came to the bed to introduce to me: "We have found one of your souls. Unfortunately, it was picked up by a prison guard and put it in a bamboo cage. Your body must go there in person to merge with this soul."

I hesitated and said, "Maybe you didn't understand. You must go to see the prison guard in person and ask him for a cucumber attached to your soul! Do you understand?"

I nodded and asked, "What is the name of this prison guard?"

"Villi, Aval Weili, but he is the old prison guard here and will retire in a few days, so you have to hurry up!" a said to me.

I replied slowly: "Okay, I will try to get my soul back from Willy, but I need time. I have to ask you to continue looking for other souls I have lost!"

a said goodbye to me and was about to leave the cell. I hurriedly stopped it and said, "Let your subordinates leave first, take me to meet this Aval Weili, and prepare for me to see him tomorrow!"

It agreed and said to the guard outside the prison gate: "You all go back first. I want to take Mr. Yuan to meet Old Weili. You will continue to search for Mr. Yuan and leave other souls. Report to me immediately when there is news!"

The ghost guards outside the prison gate immediately took the order and then drifted away.

My soul separated from my body and floated away from the bed. When my wrist turned, I transformed into a ghost guard uniform for me to put on, saying, "This uniform can conceal your true identity and protect your fragile soul!"

This is a set of moon-white clothes. The material is as light as paper, but as flexible as steel wire. I felt a little warmer after I put it on.

a led me out of the cell, floated out of the corridor, passed through the playground, continued to float forward, and actually floated out of the prison. At the entrance of the castle, we came outside an ear room.

This is an artificial control point leading to outside the castle. However, many modern appliances and furniture were installed in the ancient room, such as a twenty-four-inch color TV, a ceiling fan, and a bamboo bed. A slightly obese man was lying on the bed with thick hair and a tall nose.

"This is the old prison guard Aval Weili who has picked you up. He has worked here for thirty-seven years and knows the entire Alcatraz Island. His work is very easy. He only needs to welcome the food and daily necessities shipped from outside on the first and fifteenth of the month. He wanders around the island for the rest of his time."

On the shelf at his bedside, I saw an exquisite bamboo cage with the crisp cry of the grasshopper. I closed my eyes and saw a green grasshopper trapped inside and whistle.

"Your lost soul is attached to this grasshopper. You must recall it as soon as possible, otherwise once the host dies, your soul will be scattered!" a explained to me.

I asked: "How can I recall the soul attached to the grasshopper?"

a answer: "This requires the magic power of the black magician!"

"Please wait for me outside first. I want to enter the old prison guard's dream so that I can understand him!"

a immediately warned me: "It will be very dangerous for you to enter his dream like this. Once his dream suddenly wakes up, you may be trapped in his dream and never escape!"
Chapter completed!