Wang Yaowu put Lao Hei, Cheng Mingxuan and Ergouzi brothers in prison.

Next to their class room is a young man in his twenties. He heard that he is a local party!

The prisoner took the young man out every now and then. They were often awakened by the screams of the buddy in the interrogation room in the middle of the night, until they made him faint and then carried him back with bruises all over his body.

Because there are even more miserable things, Cheng Mingxuan and the others don’t feel that they are too unlucky now.

The historical origins of the vast China for thousands of years have left us with immeasurable material and spiritual wealth, which also contains many black cultures, such as inhumane punishments. Since the Shang Dynasty's "blade punishment", there have been famous monarchs such as Zhou of Shang, Qin Shihuang, and Zhu Yuanzhang in our history, as well as outrageous cruel officials such as Ning Cheng, Yi Zong, Zhang Tang, and Lai Junchen.

In the Republic of China, the technology of torture prisons in the deep prison has reached a level of superb level. With vivid facts, the so-called "survival cannot be achieved, death cannot be achieved" is appropriately interpreted!

The two class rooms are so close, because they are always covered in blood and have a bruised nose and a swollen face. Cheng Mingxuan has never seen what the young man looks like!

"These beasts!"

After the prison head threw the young man in and locked the prison door and left, Cheng Mingxuan couldn't help but spat.

"They hate the people!" Lao Hei also said.

"It's not just hatred, they're afraid from the bottom of their hearts."

"They, they said we are Communist bandits, it's our turn, right?" Ergouzi clenched his teeth, "Fuck! I'll fight for them!"

Lao Hei looked at Ergouzi hatefully, "Don't be fucking nonsense! You can't expect anything!" In fact, he was not sure, and turned his head to look at Cheng Mingxuan, "What do you think... even if it's a stubborn body, it can't stand the trouble of these beasts. Instead of doing this, it's better to give it a pleasure!"

Cheng Mingxuan smiled self-deprecatingly, "You are a Communist bandit, you are a Communist bandit! You have to have that weight! Stay at ease, hoping that the Communist bandits will come one day, and we may be able to get into the road of survival."

Lao Hei looked up at the smallpox and said in frustration, "Grandma, it's almost a year! Is this a life for human beings? I don't know if Shuanzi and Caiwang are at home... And what are my wife and those two kids pointing to live!"

Lao Hei has never been a sentimental person, and his worries at this moment brought Cheng Mingxuan's thirsty heart into the desolate and dead desert. He spit out the steamed buns that had just been chewed and settled there in a daze!

Such a dark dungeon life and this kind of life made his soul depressed and tormented, making him on the verge of collapse. He would rather think about nothing or do anything. However, in fact, he is not stupid or stupid, so how could he be out of the way?

The young man was like a pile of mud, his chest was slumped, and he was breathing with difficulty.

It was this heavy breathing that made Cheng Mingxuan sit up with a tremor. He was more alert than Lao Hei and Ergouzi. Some of the words were lost when they were heard!

"What's wrong?" Lao Hei asked.

Cheng Mingxuan shushed at him, tiptoed to stand up, held the iron fence with his hands and looked at the young life. Through the faint light dim in the corridor, he saw that the young life was calm and calm on his bloody face. His breath was still there, and his will was particularly firm. This complete and resolute sign of life made Cheng Mingxuan sincerely admire him!
Chapter completed!