There is a place in the world where people are absolutely opposed to each other. This is a prison.
There are various prisons abroad. In a prison in a country where human rights are often talked about, prisoners serving sentences here have been deprived of their human rights.
I am a prisoner who was thrown directly into this prison without going through trial. In other words, there is no file of me in the prison. Even if I die here, there will be no records, so I have to stay strong.
During my high fever, the prison guard sent a Japanese prisoner to take care of me.
Hideo Yoshio killed the bread into pieces, soaked it in milk and then forced it into my mouth to keep me from starving to death. In the coma, my soul separated from my body, and then floated out of the iron door of the cell, and floated towards the outside, looking for the freedom I longed for.
The cell was built in a strong castle, and outside the castle was an island covered with vegetation. I saw some prisoners were arranged to take care of the crops. The potato leaves were dense, crossing the grid and over the hills. Later, I floated to the beach, where I actually saw several prisoners cast nets into the sea under the supervision of prison guards.
It took me three days and three nights to tour the entire Devil’s Island. I also met other ghost guards on the way. They didn’t stop me, they just sneered at me, seeming to see me desperately desperate. expression.
If you want to escape from this island, you must be picked up by planes or ships, but I stood on a cliff and looked down the dark sea and saw densely populated mines. Anti-aircraft radars and anti-aircraft guns were also erected on the hills.
The place I want to know the most is the pier on this island, but the pier is guarded by a team of ghost guards who motioned for me to return to the cell immediately.
These ghost guards are dressed in white uniforms, with bright emblems hung on their chests, which are patterns made of skulls and sickles. Their weapon is a piece of rebar, but it can emit a powerful electric current.
I took advantage of these guards not paying attention, and sneaked away from their gaps towards the pier, but an invisible wall blocked me, I pushed hard, but a strong electric current made my burnt beard tower and my skin was also covered. Blackening of electricity.
With only half of my soul left, I hurriedly returned to the cell with the last bit of strength.
When I entered the prison, there was an electric current from the external power grid. As soon as I touched it, I felt that my remaining soul had been drawn in half again.
My soul has been away from my body for too long. If the Japanese doesn't have the patience to take care of my body, I am afraid that I will not be able to wake up when I return to the cell.
As I looked around and asked for help, a ghost guarding the path was here, seeing my remnant soul, and questioning: "Whoareyou, asupposedtoreporttotheghostnow?"
I hurriedly answered with my last effort: "IamalsoAghost, IlookforA!"
"A?" The other party questioned, but I closed my eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, I found that I was not in the cell, but in the mouse hole of the rat ghost king.
Ghost Guardian A and I met the Ghost Guardian and brought me to the Ghost King. This big mouse said to me: "If you are willing to abandon your skin early, then you are now an official ghost!"
"His Royal Highness, how am I now?" My soul is weak and weak, and it seems that when a gust of wind blows, it will be blown away.
A said to me: "Did you get hit by the electric current outside the prison?"
I nodded and said yes, and it said: "On this island, Satan has set up two isolation nets. Once the ordinary soul is touched, it will be dispelled. And you are a reserve ghost, and the current on the grid will only take half of you. But you were hit twice by the electric current, and now there is only one soul and three souls left, which will be wiped out at any time." He made a movement that drifted away with the wind.
The ghost guard next to him asked A: "Where is this sacred? After being hit by the power grid twice, I still haven't been stunned?"
A introduced to me: "This is my partner B2. Since you are a reserve ghost in the East, why did you come to Alcatraz?"
I don't even have the strength to speak now, so the ghost king touched the sewage from the sewer with the tip of his tail and dripped it into my mouth. I immediately felt disgusting.
The ghost king said to me: "It seems that the people who throw you here want you to live and die here."
Perhaps it was the desire to survive, or the sewage from the sewers temporarily prevented my wandering souls. I developed the strength and pleaded with them: "I can't die yet, I have too many things to do!"
The ghost king said: "On this Alcatraz island, only one ghost can save you!"
I hurriedly asked: "Where is it? Can you take me to find it for help?"
The ghost king did not answer, and the B2 guard said: "Your Excellency the ghost king refers to the dark wizard, Darkwizard!"
A nodded in agreement, and the ghost king explained: "However, Darkwizard is only profitable. If it is not good for it, it will not help."
I said: "But I am penniless now, and I was sent here almost naked."
The ghost king stared at my soul and said, "How is it possible? Don't you still carry a desert eagle on you?"
I looked at my body, and I saw the Desert Eagle pistol on my belt, and I responded, "Anyway, it's useless if I want it. Take it!"
A took this desert eagle from me, and carefully said: "This is not an ordinary desert eagle, but a soul-killing weapon modified by the Dark Magister."
B2 then said to A: "Don't show off your skills. If you continue to talk about it, this reserve ghost will be completely over!"
The ghost king also agreed: "You only have this desert eagle. It is not enough. You have precious Buddhist beads inlaid on your ribs. We want four beads in exchange!"
I hurriedly agreed, and B2 began to poke sharp fingers into my soul to grab the prayer beads. The King of Ghosts explained: "This black magician has a bad temper. We take you to ask for help and take a big risk!"
B2 removing the Buddha beads from my ribs felt as painful as pulling off a sarcoma on my skin.
It took four Buddhist beads, gave one to A, and dedicated two to the King of Ghosts.
The rat ghost king put a black rat poop into my mouth with his furry hands, and motioned for me to swallow it.
I was disgusted and wanted to die again. A took out an empty glass bottle from the uniform pocket and filled my soul into it. This small glass bottle like a wind oil can keep my soul from dissipating.
Across the glass bottle, I saw them leave the sewer, walked through the playground, and came into the cell. My body was still lying on the ground. The male and righteous brother continued to feed me and kept dipping a towel in water to cool me down.
After the prison doctor gave me an amidopyrin, he said to Leibo: "This is already in my possession. As for whether he can save him, it depends on the meaning of death!"
A put the glass bottle on the bedside, and the ghost king said to B2: "You stay and guard the cell, don't let the ghost chase take his soul away, A and I will go to visit the black magician!"
B2 answered, and sat on the side of my bed. The ghost king floated out of the iron door of the cell with A and quickly disappeared.
I looked at my body in the glass bottle, waiting for the arrival of the black magician. (End of this chapter)