Cartoonist's Dream

Speaking of the time I was imprisoned, it was exactly two months ago. If you want to use the aura of wealth to dispel your grievances, you are probably the only person in the entire prison who is eligible.

Lu Lingling thought over and over again. Didn't they talk about her own prison cell between the lines?

So, did Class Six deliberately want to punish (scare) themselves, a newcomer in Class Two, or did someone behind them deliberately instruct them to say this? ... Trying not to think about the third possibility, Lu Lingling bluffed and attributed the ghost story to a conspiracy theory.But in any case, her heart has long been occupied by panic, which is a fact.

Curled up in the huge quilt, biting his fingers and tongue, praying that the ghosts would not find his hiding place.

"Juan, is that the room that sister Xu is talking about?" "Probably not, the one who left is not called sister Ma." "Sister Xu won't tell me, how could she tell us her real name?" There was a sound in the cell corridor.

#Shouldn’t be talking about my room.

Hiding in the dark quilt, but deliberately opening a gap to introduce some light into the security barrier, Lu Lingling denied it somewhat self-deceivingly.

However, the more negative I felt in my heart, the more certain I became in my heart. This room was suspected to be the haunted cell.She could even hear the weak breathing under the bed. There was a rotting corpse of a woman in red hidden under the dark bed. After the lights were turned off, she would jump out to collect fresh human flesh.

... ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ... [

"It's time to turn off the lights, everyone be quiet!"

"Everyone shut up and go to bed!"

There was a warning sound of knocking on the door outside, and the prison guards' footsteps gradually approached. Lu Lingling was always on guard like everyone else.

Clang-clang--! !

Despite the preparations, hearing the loud noise at the door at close range is still unavoidable.

The lights in the prison were turned off on time, and even conversation was forbidden.

Outside the prison, students who live in the school often use "prison management" to satirize the strict dormitory management system.In fact, the two cannot be equated at all. The main difference is that dormitory administrators and prison guards are not at the same level, and roommates and inmates are not the same species.

For the "vicious and cruel" female prisoners like Lu Lingling, even the room must be lived alone.

The corridors and cells were dark.

No more whispers.

In the dark, small space full of the musty smell of Hui Nantian, I feel extremely bad.Lu Lingling remembered the unforgettable memories of her girlhood, and suddenly her eyes became moist.Because I was born in Fanling, a suburb of Hong Kong, my family background was not good at that time, so I worked hard when I came out to study, imitating Liu Bei's shameless way of curry favor with all kinds of capable people.

Although it's flattery, Liangzi and the others are completely different, and you'll know it after getting along.Only they regard themselves as friends, and make friends with sincere feelings, without pretentiousness, and let themselves mess around.Followed behind him to support his misbehavior, but he became more and more self-willed in tolerance...

... The mother's kind face appeared in the darkness like a phantom.

...Liangzi, Anya, and Wang Bingyu also appeared in the darkness one by one.

Then, what emerged from the darkness... was the grimace in the red dress that had been smashed to pieces! [

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Lu Lingling screamed in shock.

The prison guard rushed to the cell with his stick tightly packed, and knocked on the cell door very bluntly:

"What are you doing! What are you doing! What's your name?!"

"Ghost, ghost!"

Lu Lingling threw off the quilt and ran to the door, shouting against the wet iron door, there was a sudden clatter of crows and sparrows outside.After a while, a burst of laughter erupted in each cell, and some female prisoners even laughed backwards and forwards.

"There are no ghosts here. I think you are also an intellectual. How can you believe this? Go back to sleep and stop making trouble, or I will mark you as a minor demerit."

The prison guard ignored the sound of boxes and books falling, and said with a black face.Even if it is a fixed-term sentence, good behavior can reduce the sentence. Prison guards often threaten prisoners with a reminder.

At this moment, the nearby female prisoner booed——

"It's a murderer's guilty conscience."

"The white knife went in, the red knife came out, blood splashed all over the face?"

"I owe~debt~repay~money, kill~people~pay~life, we~we~tonight~three~more~again~come~find~you——"

There was a strange bluffing sound in the corridor.

"Shut up all of them! Don't make trouble! If you dare to squeak again, you won't have to sleep tonight!"

Following the roar of the female prison guard, the corridor of the prison cell suddenly became quiet.

The prison guards left, and Lu Lingling came back to her senses. Not long after, there were small and broken voices in the corridor.Listening carefully, I heard—"Interesting, I didn't expect her to be so timid!"

Which female prisoner said excitedly, it sounded extremely bad.

"...I have something to play with in the future!"

Playing with one's companions and bullying the weak is one of the sources of pleasure in prison.

When Lu Lingling heard this, she knew that the image she had worked so hard for was finally ruined.I am afraid that the days to come will be even more difficult. It is best to stay with the eldest sister every step of the way. The mask being torn makes her feel restless.

It is a frightening fact in prison that people with smaller bodies and smaller frames will become targets of bullying if they don't behave aggressively.

(I'm going to suffer—) Thinking of this, Lu Lingling squatted back to the small bed and covered herself with a damp quilt.

Returning to Nantian in March, the moisture is so heavy that even the stone-powdered walls are covered with dew, and pimples bulge like the skin of a toad.The pimple continued to expand, like liquid or slurry, merging, converging, and rolling down.

They are liquid, they are slurry, and in the twilight, it is impossible to tell whether it is water slurry or blood plasma.The musty and rusty smells in the air gradually mixed into a bloody smell that made her sick.

Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr so, the blood plasma that continues to emerge from the wall is filling the cell.

Is there a human skin face on the wall?Lu Lingling didn't dare to raise her head, she didn't dare to ask the surrounding walls for confirmation, she didn't even dare to extend her eyes to the foot of the bed.She just lowered her head and stared at her toes.

She wanted to yell, but her reason told her very clearly that there were no ghosts in the world.Everything I worry about is delusional, even if I really see the ghost face on the wall, it is hallucination or delusional.

Putting on the quilt, hugging his knees, he stared at his toes with all his energy, never daring to take half a step beyond the edge of the bed.There must be something hiding under the dark bed.

While Lu Lingling was vigilant and restless, she thought that she might not be able to sleep all night and die in a few days with sunken cheeks and dark circles under her eyes.It's ridiculous that such a thing should happen!Another legend is about to be added in the prison. The female ghost in red has finally assembled a mahjong table, which is really a funny joke that makes people laugh.

In the darkness, various voices were extremely clear, the thick air blocked the nostrils, and the sound of breathing gradually became rapid.Although it is still a little different from the fish that landed on land, it is almost lingering on its last breath.The mouth was opened wide, the upper and lower teeth clicked and clicked like a skeleton, and the sound of rattling rattling echoed in the skull.

Let a person suffering from a dark phobia be alone and resist the invasion of the night.How cruel it is!Mental illness involves a great deal of suffering that even the terminally ill cannot experience.

The illness involves spiritual science, and the patient seems to be dying, struggling... It is no exaggeration to say that if someone did not obstruct her, even Lu Lingling's poor family would be enough to apply for medical parole.

……

In the dead of night, everyone who should be sleeping has already fallen asleep, and the prison guards who shouldn't be sleeping are also taking long breaths.The entire women's prison was extremely quiet, as if only Lu Lingling was awake and vigilant.

Click!Click!

The lock of her cell door made a crisp sound.

Really, really come...

The guy really came...

wow......

Lu Lingling covered her head with her hands, tucked her head into her knees, and stared at her ankles with trembling eyes.Creaking, creaking, obviously no footsteps coming, but the security door of the cell was opened...

……

Li Mu was hanging beside Lu Lingling's bed, staring at the front for a long time with misty eyes, there was a timid woman squatting there, she was shivering under the quilt.

It's not that the body is cold, it's that the heart is cold.Trembling, trembling heart--

"Lingling, I'm here to pick you up."

Hearing the sudden whisper, her heart jumped into her throat. rs