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I tried to use banknotes to open the lock, but the banknotes used once were wrinkled and difficult to use a second time.

"You stay here and wait for me. I will definitely rescue you tonight."

I stood up and walked upstream of the ditch. I endured the pain in my palms and grabbed the rusty iron fence again: "This is the third room. I want to see how many people they have imprisoned."

Taking down the iron fence, I held my breath and crawled into the ditch.

The stench came from all directions and overwhelmed my five senses. When the light returned to the top of my head, I couldn't wait to raise my head and take a breath of fresh air.

But the moment my head came out of the water, my neck was strangled with a strong force.

The world was spinning, my hands were waving, dirty water droplets were splashing everywhere, and the force locking my neck became stronger and stronger, while my lower body was still stuck in the ditch.

I struggled hard, pushing my feet on the slippery bottom of the ditch, trying to use my strength, but it was difficult to do so.

The brain was deprived of oxygen and it was difficult to breathe. At this time, I could only follow the biological survival instinct and open my mouth to bite the thing that was strangling my arm.

I used all my strength to bite this bite, and I immediately felt the salty taste of blood in my mouth.

"Ah!" There was a scream from behind, and there was a leak in the restraint around my neck. I took the opportunity to pull my lower body out of the ditch, kicked the wall, and used the force of the shock to knock down the person who was strangling me.

"Looking for death!" I really had murderous intentions at that moment. In this extremely dangerous environment, there is no room for mercy. Besides, I did feel that death was approaching just now, and my neck still hurts a little.

He turned around and struggled with the man. The man was very strong, but the fight was unorganized.

A heavy punch broke the man's jaw. He covered his mouth and lay on the ground groaning. Only then did I see his face.

"It's you?"

The man in front of me was the taxi driver: "I remember you didn't wear a seat belt, and you seemed to fly out of the car in the end."

The man's body was not seriously injured, but his right leg was limping. It must have been broken in the car accident.

Fortunately, one of his legs was injured, otherwise it would have been difficult for me to knock him down with the collision just now.

"Damn it! It's you!" The driver looked at me and his eyes widened: "It's so bad, I thought it was a bad guy coming! But you can't blame me, anyone who finds a person coming out of the sewer at night should be This is my reaction!”

I touched the strangulation marks on my neck and slowly narrowed my eyes. The driver was definitely lying. I was strangled as soon as I entered the cell. He did it very accurately and it was obvious that he had planned it for a long time.

Moreover, the location he was just now was obviously close to Jiang Fei's cell. It is possible that he had overheard the conversation between me and Jiang Fei word for word.

"It's all a misunderstanding." I hit his chin crookedly, and he couldn't close his mouth, and his words were a bit off-kilter.

The driver was arrested at the same time as me. There should be no useful clues from him. I looked at him for a long time and suddenly asked: "Why don't you have chains on you?"

Both Jiang Fei and I were tied up with chains, restricting our freedom. This shows that the kidnappers are particularly cautious about prisoners. The driver, not to mention chains, didn't even have any traces of being tied up with ropes. He could walk around the cell at will.

"Are you working with the kidnappers?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? You, a healthy person, don't have chains on your body, but I, a lame person, still need chains?"

The driver's defense seemed weak to me. He must be hiding some secret.

"Anyway, we are just grasshoppers on the same rope now. Let the unpleasant things just go away." The driver stretched out his hand to me: "My name is Wang Yingnan, what do you call me?"

"Gao Jian." There is really no need to fall out with him now. Escape is the primary goal.

Calling the driver for help, the two worked together to remove the iron fence leading to the next room.

"You are not restricted from freedom. If I have a conflict with someone later, you will come out of the ditch and prepare to attack him. If we work together, the chance of escaping will be much greater."

"Get through the ditch?" The driver shook his head: "You are awesome, let me get into this smelly ditch, you might as well let me die."

"Then you just wait here to die. There is no key, and the ditch is the only way." I glanced at him, and he was already standing in the ditch.

"Holy shit! Were you a special soldier before? There was a large amount of blood floating in the water just now. There might be human heads, severed limbs or something in it, and you can actually resist this smell?" The driver stared at the turbidity. The water surface, firmly shook his head: "I really can't do it."

His attitude was resolute, and I couldn't say anything. I took a deep breath, curled up and got into the ditch.

Song Xiaofeng, Jiang Fei, Wang Yingnan, I should be in the fourth cell now.

After being tricked by the driver, I became more agile in my movements this time, for fear that I would be attacked.

Looking up, a faint light shone on the ground, and a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old stood in the cell.

When I climbed out of the ditch, he kept his eyes on me.

"Don't be afraid, I don't mean any harm." I stated my position in advance, not wanting to cause unnecessary conflicts, but I soon discovered that I was overly worried.

The boy in the cell is a fool, and the kind of fool who makes people feel cold just by looking at him.

His hair was messy, he smelled bad, his eyes were crying, and his mouth kept making silly smiles.

If you just look at these, I'm afraid most people won't find it scary, and may even feel a sense of sympathy.

But if you look further down, you will see that the boy's clothes are shabby and covered with large black blood stains. His loose trousers are hanging around his waist. He is holding the waistband of the trousers with one hand and holding a hand with the other.

There was no grammatical error at all, and the boy was holding a severed hand dripping with sewage.

He didn't seem to know what he was holding in his hand. He just regarded the thing as a toy, holding it in his hand and twisting the broken fingers.

With a meaningless giggle, the boy set his eyes on me and walked towards me with his severed hand. Every step he took towards me made me feel uneasy and frightened.

The sense of terror this child brings to me is different from that of ghosts. It is a kind of horror that can be seen and touched and is slowly approaching.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!" I raised my hand, but the boy didn't seem to understand what I said and kept pushing me to the corner before stopping.

He was only half a meter away from me, pouted, and handed the severed hand to me: "Here, here you go."

The boy spoke intermittently, and then I discovered that he actually had a harelip.

"Why did you give it to me?" The boy had congenital defects both mentally and physically. Although I felt horrified, I still forced myself to calm down.

"Here, here you go." He waved his severed hand and forcefully gave it to me. The expression on his face gradually became irritable, and his hare lips opened, looking even more terrifying.

I didn't want to provoke him too much, so I quickly took the severed hand and said, "Where did you get this thing?"

The boy saw that the severed hand was taken away, and he shook his head very happily, and pointed to the ditch: "There are, there are good, good things in there."

After he finished speaking, he squatted down next to the ditch, not wanting to be dirty, and fished in it happily with both hands.

I didn't stop his weird behavior. This child obviously has an intellectual disability. If I want to get valuable clues from him, I can't be impatient. I can only follow his wishes and induce him slowly.

I also squatted next to him, pretending to be in the same posture as him. He seemed to have found a companion and looked very happy.

"Why are you locked in here?"

"Get meat, meat."

"How old are you this year?"

"Touch..."

The boy's answer was completely wrong. I asked several questions in a row to no avail.

"We can't waste time here. I have to go to the next room to take a look." The surface of the scratched wound on the palm has festered, and the whole hand feels stinging and itching.

When I reached the upper reaches of the canal, I just grabbed the iron fence, but unexpectedly the boy followed me.

He imitated me, holding on to the rusty iron railing with one hand and giggling in his mouth. He pointed to the next room with the other hand: "Cry, cry, cry."

"Is it a woman crying?" I was a little curious and looked at the boy's face carefully. Because of the harelip, the whole face looked a little awkward and it was easy to overlook some details.

For example, the boy's clear eyes and the unstoppable tears on his face.

"May I have your name?"

"Song Xiao, Xiao Wang."

The familiar name reminded me of another person: "It turns out that the boy in front of me is Song Xiaofeng's brother. Who did their family offend? How did they end up like this?"

As the rooms opened one by one, I became more and more curious about the truth.

I removed the iron fence and entered the next room. Judging from the previous footsteps, I was now getting closer to the end of the corridor.

I don't know if it was my imagination, but the stench I was used to seemed to have become a little stronger. When I came out of the ditch, at first glance, it was all blood red.

"It's so bloody."

What appeared in front of me was not a scene of mutilation or dismemberment, but a series of bloody paintings.

It was similar to the first feeling when entering Jiang Shihan's ward, except that this time the paintings in front of her were not painted with lipstick or potion, but with real blood.

Large and small, the entire cell was covered with hideous blood.

I stood frozen in the ditch, as if a big bloody hand was holding my throat. My eyes were aimlessly looking at the horrifying scenes, and finally stopped in the corner of the cell, where there was a woman chained.

Her limbs, her neck, every joint were covered with heavy chains.

She was also looking at me, her pale face without a trace of blood, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth seemed to be singing strange words.

"Once it is recognized as a good material, it will be impossible for people to walk out of the door as waste."

"Each ward is a top-secret processing workshop. Once a person is tied to the infusion catheter, he has no choice but to be captured."

“They are obsessed with the process and treat it as fun and performance.”

“They emphasize precision and patience.”

"If no one raises objections, you can confidently dismantle the body, clean, disinfect, remove rust, and polish it."

"Then it was reassembled according to the morgue's construction drawings and turned into a gift to the devil."

I moved slowly in the ditch, and the woman's singing seemed to have a special power that could make every hair on my head stand on end.

"Who are you……"

She smiled cruelly: "I am a gift, I am a bitch, I am Satan's woman."