Chapter 0086 Bloody Words on the Wall
When I thought that the clothes I was wearing were worn by a person who had just died, I got goose bumps all over my body.
But all my clothes were taken away, so if I didn't wear anything, I would be left naked .
In a place like this, there is no time to care about etiquette.
It is not difficult to guess that this is the new factory of Greentown Electronics Factory, where workers are detained.
The environment was like a dungeon, dark as day, and filled with the stench of dampness and decay.
People imprisoned here are like rats living in a sewer.
"Brother, the number on your clothes is just a serial number. What I want to ask is your real name." I sat on the damp and cold ground and rolled up my wide sleeves.
"Real name?" No. 39, who was leaning against the iron railing, gave an ugly bitter smile.
"After staying here for so long, who would still remember who they are? They don't even remember how they got to this damn place, and no one knows how much time has passed. I'm afraid no one would even remember what color ."
"Then do you know the names of others? Is there someone named Zhao Xiaojun here?" I frowned.
Zhao Xiaohai struggled to get up from the bed, stumbled to the railing, stared at the man opposite, and asked anxiously: "Zhao Xiaojun is my brother, have you seen him?"
No. 39 glanced at him and shook his head slightly, his tone numb and indifferent.
"No one here will say their name, and even if they do, no one will remember it."
"It doesn't matter if you don't know his name. My brother and I look a lot like him, but he's darker and thinner. Think about it, have you ever seen someone like him?" Zhao Xiaohai said, pointing at his face.
"Your appearance will change when you come here. After doing a job here, everyone here will look the same. If your brother is really here, I don't know whether to say you are lucky or sad."
I don’t know why, but I feel like there’s a hint of gloating in No. 39’s expression.
"Luckily you have your family by your side, but sadly, maybe he doesn't remember you anymore."
"My brother just came here two months ago. He must still remember me. There's no way he could have forgotten me!" Zhao Xiaohai gritted his teeth stubbornly, his knuckles turning white from gripping the railing with such force.
"Save your energy, the work is about to start. You will soon realize that you are too naive. Even death is a luxury here."
Number 39 crawled back into the darkness like an animal and said no more.
Silence returned to the underground cell.
Zhao Xiaohai lowered his head, his thin shoulders shaking constantly.
"My brother won't forget me! No way!"
"Don't think too much, Xiaohai! There is no clear evidence yet to show that your brother is trapped here." I put my hand on his shoulder and comforted him.
"Even if he has been here, it has only been two months. People's memories won't deteriorate that quickly."
"I know!" Zhao Xiaohai wiped his eyes and said with gritted teeth.
"39 said that work will start soon and the workers will be released from the cells. Then you will have a chance to find your brother."
"Yes!" Zhao Xiaohai nodded heavily, "Brother Yunfeng, what about your friend? What does he look like? I will keep an eye on him for you."
"Xiao Hai, at this point, I have to tell you the truth." I said in a deep voice, "Actually, I'm not here to look for someone, but for another reason."
Zhao Xiaohai was stunned: "Who are you?"
"I am a horror novelist. I specialize in collecting supernatural stories hidden in the city as material for my novels. After all, only by experiencing it personally can I give readers the most realistic feeling."
I sighed in my heart.
"I just didn't expect this time to be so dangerous. I would be ambushed and end up in this situation."
Zhao Xiaohai's mouth slowly opened and he looked at me in shock.
"I didn't expect that you, Brother Yunfeng, are so amazing. You're actually a writer! I like to read online novels the most during my free time. If I can go out, I will definitely read your works!"
“There must be a chance.”
Zhao Xiaohai was simple by nature and did not have any doubts. Instead, he looked very admiring. This made me ashamed and I quickly changed the subject.
"When we get to work, let's split up. You go find your brother, and I'll go get my backpack."
I looked at him seriously.
"There is something in the backpack that is very important to me. It concerns my life, so I can't always accompany you. Can you do it alone?"
"Don't worry, Brother Yunfeng! I know how to take care of myself." Zhao Xiaohai nodded vigorously.
"We have no idea what's going on outside. All we can do is act according to circumstances. Hopefully, we'll be lucky enough to survive this night."
I squinted into the dark, eerie hallway.
I haven't disappeared yet, which means the live broadcast time has not yet arrived.
As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not give up even at the last moment.
If I want to get the phone back from the live broadcast room, I must first find Cao Jinwang. Going to work is my only chance.
The iron bars of the cell were locked from the outside and could not be opened by human power.
"Keep your strength and rest first."
Zhao Xiaohai and I returned to bed. I no longer felt dizzy and my strength had recovered a lot.
Looking at the simple bed, although my body is lying down, I can't relax for a moment.
As I tossed and turned, I suddenly noticed a few rows of small words on the mottled cement wall inside the bed.
I leaned over to take a closer look. They were lines of crooked characters. The handwriting was dark red and black, and had dried up. It must have been written with blood from the fingertips of the people who bit their fingers.
Counting with correct words?
I counted them and found there were 70 complete characters in total. Only one horizontal stroke was written for the last character, so it was not completed. There were a total of 351 strokes.
What does this number represent?
The last person who lay in this bed was locked up for 351 days?
I extended my index finger and lightly traced over the correct characters.
Same posture, same situation, I seem to understand the feelings of the previous No. 44.
He suffered torture every day but never gave up. He bit his fingers and wrote one correct word after another on the wall.
He sought hope in despair, but unfortunately he did not succeed in the end.
Feeling heavy-hearted, I sighed deeply, looked down, and found that there seemed to be a line of smaller words on the wall blocked by the bed.
I glanced toward the corridor, then stood up and moved the bunk bed a little further away.
The thing on the wall made my heart, which was originally like being pressed down by a stone, suddenly beat violently.
This turned out to be a map drawn with blood from fingertips.
Simple, but clear.
The small squares represent different areas and are labeled with corresponding names.
The workshop has the largest area. Opposite it is the management office. There is a very small toilet in the corner. The workshop is located outside the dormitory corridor.
At the end of the management room, there is a small square with a question mark on it. I don’t know what space it is.
Boom boom boom!
I was watching intently when I suddenly heard the sound of a stick hitting the wall outside.
"start work!"
