What a proud child, who just taught everyone the correct way to survive in purgatory, and was about to be ruined by Black Panther and Nicholas.
The ant room, the place where all the residents of Paradise Lost have the same reputation as nightmares, and the place where the arrogant people who tried to resist the guards with violence have been.
No matter how arrogant you are, it only takes 3 days to tame you into a dog.
The so-called ant room is 60 centimeters long, 40 centimeters wide, and about 3 meters high, like steel coffins erected one by one. People who are locked inside can't have other postures except standing, even if you want to squat on the ground with your knees bent.
Even if you are superhuman, it only takes 2 days for your legs to be swollen like buns, and your nerves will be tense as if you are dying.
There is no light, no freedom, and no urinal in the ant room, and the excrement can only be pulled out standing up. The supreme warden will not do such a thing for you, you must stay in the stinking ant room and pray that the time will pass soon.
However, the food here is slightly more diverse, except for mashed potatoes, sometimes it is porridge, and sometimes it is steamed buns. The food delivery window is right under your feet at the iron gate, and you have to work hard to get them to your mouth.
If you are lucky enough to eat porridge and mashed potatoes, you still have a bowl. If you are unlucky, you catch up with steamed buns. The guards will open the window and throw them directly on the dirt you excrete.
You have only two choices, eat or die...
Without trial or defense, Shen Ming, who was declared guilty, activated the electromagnetic brake rings on both wrists, and the two rings were absorbed together, becoming the strongest handcuffs.
A guard with a gun put a black hood on him, and walked towards Tongtian Avenue. Although he couldn't see it, Shen Ming's hearing was extremely keen, and he had heard the communication between Nicholas and the Panther a long time ago. It was nothing more than "Thank you, Mr. Executive President, I have prepared a new chick, come here later and try it!"
"How can one be enough, I want 3!" Such dialogues.
Taking the elevator down all the way, Shen Ming calculated the sinking distance based on the speed of the elevator and the running time. It was 13 meters, about 3 and a half floors. He immediately understood that it was sunlight, and calculated his own position on the earth from the angle of illumination and the time, which should be east of Wa Kingdom. And when a breeze blew through the mask, Shen Ming still tasted the salty taste in the air that was so faint that it was hard to detect, and it really was at sea. The crisp sound from the steel plate under his feet, he should have reached the bottom floor, but the echo was too empty...
In the suspended steel building, Shen Ming sketched out the outer structure and nature of Paradise Lost in his mind almost instantly... Shen Ming's restricted zone for gods and demons, a corner forgotten by gods, this is a huge offshore drilling platform !
Damn it, if he is outside, he can find his location even with the GOOOGLE map, and then coax the mouse to let him invade the command system of the US Department of Defense, and deploy a few engineer ballistic missiles to bomb him. Even if you are happy.
But at this moment, he could only be pushed forward by soldiers with guns, and he accidentally kicked a step and fell a hungry dog, which caused a series of joking laughter.
"Hahaha, I won! I said he will fall!"
"Tch, you're still a fucking master, you can't even hide from the steps, and I'm going to lose money." A big foot kicked Shen Ming's ass, kicking him half a meter away.
Standing up with electric batons by two guards, Shen Ming continued to move forward, neither humble nor overbearing. In the previous anti-torture training, he tried more intense methods of play. Compared with those, now this group of guards is simply "respecting each other as guests".
Shen Ming was quickly brought to a backlit dark corridor, and all kinds of wailing could be heard along the way.
These "neighbors" are very good at distinguishing when they came in. Those who are still scolding their mothers obviously just came in; Boom! Boom! The guy who can't scream anymore and can only bang his head on the door should be a "nail house".
Staying in the ant room for a long time will kill people. There have been incidents where people who were imprisoned bit their tongues and committed suicide. Therefore, Paradise Lost has developed a self-protection and self-rescue measure, that is, each prisoner who is imprisoned will be given a pack of Yunnan Baiyao , If it really bites off, sprinkle it to stop the bleeding, maybe it can be rescued, right
Another measure is to limit the time people spend in the ant room. Taking attacking the guards as the biggest felony, they will only be detained for 10 days for the first time, and 12 days for the second time. Almost no one will try the third time.
A 15-day punishment like Shen Ming's is completely against the regulations, but Paradise Lost is not a charity, and it doesn't accept complaints at all, so it can only be blamed on his bad luck...
"Go in!" The guard tore off the hood on his head and pushed him into the ant room. Before Shen Ming could see the situation outside, he slammed the iron door shut.
The small world can't accommodate even half of the light, Shen Ming can only touch the outside with his hands, the surrounding environment, the pure iron gate uses old-fashioned locks, there is no possibility of escape at all.
Just as Shen Ming was getting used to the new home, there was also a conversation between the guards outside.
"Listen well, this person was specifically instructed by your uncle to be 'servant', and absolutely nothing can go wrong." The guard who kicked Shen Ming explained to the guard here.
"Don't worry, nothing will go wrong! Please take me to say hello to Uncle!" Hearing this voice, Shen Ming put his forehead against the wall, and couldn't help showing a smile, because obviously the guards here are not from special forces A soldier, but an ordinary person.
This point can be distinguished from the breath and the fluctuation of the voice. Shen Ming could even guess that the little guard outside the door weighed more than 200 catties, not only because of his uncle's genes, but also because the rhythm of his panting was the result of the battle between the lungs and the fat.
A few guards left soon, and the little guard in the ant room knocked on the iron door, and shouted at the opposite side, "Hey, what about you, be honest and obedient these days, and I will give you fresh steamed buns, no If you obey me, I will give you rotten steamed buns, understand?"
Shen Ming wanted to laugh again when he heard this, obviously the little guard is not a bad person, even if he is disobedient, he still has steamed buns to eat, obviously he lacks the most basic imagination when it comes to torturing people.
This is Shen Ming's first day in the ant room. He spends it alternately on one leg. Although this is far more difficult than standing on two legs, it can give his body a longer time to stiffen. On this day, he ate dinner of mashed potatoes again, and the portion pushed through the open window under his feet was much more than what was sold in the restaurant, which can be called the conscience of the industry.
From the movement through the iron gate, he collected a lot of information about this "little guard". For example, he talks a lot, babbles, and always likes to speak cruelly, but he doesn't have the aura of a villain at all. I like to listen to rock and roll, and I even come to a song and dance show from time to time.
And the guards here have no rotation system at all. He is alone from morning to night, he is the one who delivers the food, and he is the one who releases people at the end. can hear.
For the little guard outside, his world is just a slightly larger torture chamber. The painful thing is that the prisoners who are locked in still have time to go out, but his guard has no end.
Instead of being amusing in silence, he broke out in silence. The little guard is still in a state of amusing. Shen Ming needs to find a suitable opportunity to let him incarnate as his hands and feet extending out of the cage.
The next day, Shen Ming gradually began to feel the horror of the ant room. This endless standing in the darkness not only destroys the bodies of the tortured, but also their minds. If he hadn't practiced, Shen Ming believed that he would also start to go crazy.
Alternate standing on one foot is no longer effective, and more postures have been developed, such as using the arms and back to support the wall to suspend the body and give the lower body time to rest, which itself is a kind of inhuman training.
On the third day, everything was still in order, except that the dinner was replaced by two steamed buns, and Shen Ming still kept silent, but if he couldn’t find a way to change this situation, even if he went out, his legs would probably take several months to recover. recovered.
He promised Cang Lan that he would definitely take him to the "world" within a month. A man can't keep his word, especially for those who trust you with their lives.
God seemed to have heard Shen Ming's prayer. On the fourth day, the opportunity he had been waiting for finally came.
"Damn it! Why is it so difficult to dismantle the gun? It takes 4 seconds to dismantle it, how can it be done? Is it to make things difficult for me on purpose? Can I just be a temporary worker for the rest of my life?" The little guard was outside. sighed.
"Is it difficult to dismantle the gun in 4 seconds?" After coming in for 4 days, Shen Ming finally spoke up through the iron gate.
"Huh? So you can talk, I thought you were dumb. I said, you are such a dick, let me take a look!" The little guard was already in a bad mood, and walked to the door of Shen Ming's cell.
"Put the gun in through the window for delivering meals. I didn't finish dismantling it in more than 4 seconds. From now on, I will eat shit for dinner." Shen Ming said in a serious tone.
"Put it in? You think I'm stupid! I really gave you a gun!" The little guard still has a head, but only a little bit.
"I won't let you stuff the bullets in, as long as the parts of the gun, if I have bad intentions, you can just perform meritorious service, maybe you don't have to take the exam?" Shen Ming turned into a poisonous snake to lure the dead.
"It's a good idea!" The little guard was really moved, and he unloaded the ammunition of the pistol, and passed the black pistol in through the small window. Through the faint light, Shen Ming could clearly see that it was a pistol. Walter M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol, which is a classic firearm that participated in World War I, World War II, and the Vietnam War.
"When will the clock start?" The little guard raised his watch and asked.
"Right now!" Shen Ming hooked his foot and threw the pistol in front of him. In just 3 seconds, the little guard watched as a pile of parts fell to the floor and rolled out along the hatch.
"Don't be kidding, it's only 3 seconds?!" the little guard exclaimed.