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Twenty-nine straight shadow of the 28th scene - a Chinese Ghost Story

"Reincarnation Tribulation: The End of the Ninth Life of Hua Jing" movie set: Scene 28, Scene 1 - Don't be a caged beast waiting to die.

Hua Jingmo, who was trapped in the No. 1 detention area, was in a small dark room, with his mind in the infinite realm of the universe. He was still thinking of a way to escape, and the rolling shutter door - one door was closed and no one could open it. He hurriedly ran to find it.

The original mechanism was there. Once I pressed it, it didn't open. When I pressed it again, it didn't move. It turns out that this mechanism is only useful for the lock inside. The question now is - if the door is locked from the outside, is it just a cage waiting to be killed?

Trapped beast?

I don’t know how much time passed, right? Then someone would have discovered it because the rolling shutter door was half open and the light leaked out. At this moment, the door was locked and there were no windows. Turning on the light again was no hidden danger. He opened it with a bang

The light suddenly filled the whole room, and he felt like he was surrounded by light again. He walked from one dark room to another... His super power carefully captured the "gloom" here.

, as well as the wronged souls imprisoned here, as well as those who have been severely damaged physically and mentally, even if they do not die, they will become cripples——

"Tianzihao" is the place where he was once imprisoned. For five years, Changmao and the others have never failed, and no "goods" have ever escaped from here. It was his successful escape that destroyed this hell on earth with his own hands. Thinking of this

At the end of Hua Jing's life, a heroic spirit arose spontaneously, and she felt that she was wearing a heroic crown on her head, thinking, "Only a man can show his true colors, and a true hero is romantic." When he thought of the word " romantic", he thought

The former owner, Ximen Qing, looked like an eggplant beaten by frost - it wilted immediately.

When he came to "Dizihao" again, he saw that a boy of eleven or twelve years old had been imprisoned here. That should be the first batch of guests and the first batch of residents here. The rice at that time was not yet mature - and

Short, thin and black, like a shriveled black rice grain.

"Uncle, I'm scared to stay here, I'm cold, I'm hungry, please let me go home!" The child kept begging for mercy.

"Listen, boy, you are a ticket in our hands now. We have received your father's ransom and will immediately let you, a brat like you, go home and let you drink your mother's milk immediately. Hehe, what if

Your father is reluctant to give up the money, can't collect the money, or has called the police, and the superiors will notify you - the ticket is broken. Then we will send you back to grandma's house." Changmao walked in and said in a bad way.

"My grandma's home is far away, thousands of miles away, hum! You don't know the way." The child said innocently.

"Boy! Do you know what it means to send you back to grandma's house? That's right! Let me give you an analogy! Mouse, bring the watermelon in!" Changmao shouted towards the door.

"Here we come!" I saw the mouse come in with a big watermelon in his arms.

"Bring the knife, Heimi!"

"Here we go!" The black rice bandit came in waving a knife.

"Watch it!" Changmao slashed it with his knife, splitting the watermelon into two parts. The melon juice flowed down the tip of the knife.

"Did you hear it clearly? Boy, when you go back to your grandma's house, there is a click of the knife, and the watermelon is split into two, and the head is moved! Come, take a bite of the watermelon, taste it, is it sweet?" Changmao handed over a tooth of watermelon.

into his hands.

"I won't eat it. You are demons. There is blood in the watermelon. It's disgusting. I want to go home!" The child said and cried loudly.

"Let's go, close the door. I'm tired of crying and I don't have the energy to cry anymore." They went out holding the teaching aid - watermelon.

Sure enough, the boy fell asleep crying, and when he woke up again, he fell into boundless darkness and terror. With tears in his eyes, he mumbled and recited the poem, becoming more and more energetic as he recited it:

There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was probably due to frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.

People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but if you look to the end of the world, you won’t see home.

I already hate that the green mountains are blocking each other, and the green mountains are still covered by dusk clouds.

Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during festive seasons.

I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, they were planting dogwood trees everywhere and one of them was missing.

The luminous cup of grape wine reminds you immediately if you want to drink Pipa.

Lord Don't laugh while lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?

How can you enjoy the fragrant plum blossoms without experiencing a bone-chilling cold?

There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea.

...

"It's so noisy, rat, go and shut his mouth!"

"yes, Sir!"

"Ding ding ding..." the landline phone on the table in the room rang.

"Hey, Changmao, the ransom has arrived. In the early hours of tonight, someone will come to pick him up and take him home. Please do a good job of handing over and stay hidden!"

"Yes, brother. According to the rules, he was blindfolded the whole time. In this place, among us, he didn't see a tile or a finger."

Several of them came to the "Dizihao" darkroom excitedly.

"Boy! You really have a good father. He is willing to give up so much wealth to buy you back home. We will also benefit from you and make such a small fortune. Hey, you will be able to throw yourself into mother's arms in no time."

"A mother's child is a treasure!" the mouse interjected.

"I miss your mother again!" Heimi patted him on the shoulder.

"Oh, what we did was unethical and evil, but there was nothing we could do. Our pigtails were all caught in their hands, and we were held tightly in their hands." Changmao said helplessly.

"Yes, they point east, but we dare not point west." The mouse added.

"Uncle, you can escape! Escape to a place where no one knows you and start over again." The child said innocently.

"Child, we are all locals. If the monk runs away, he cannot run away from the temple. Our parents, relatives and friends are still here!"

The kidnapping case in "Dizihao" may have a good ending. Hua Jingmo thought so. He stepped to "Xuanzihao" again——

There is a woman's breath here - feminine, poignant...

"Brothers, please spare me! You also have older sisters at home, please spare me for their sakes!" A girl in her early twenties was blindfolded, kneeling and begging them. Hua Jingmo wanted to close the gap.

Yes, he didn't want to witness the fate of this poor girl. However, the girl's resentment was too deep and he couldn't avoid it.

"Spare you, the people above won't spare us!" the mouse said first.

"Do you think you are not good at being my eldest brother's woman? Why are you still having second thoughts? Why are you getting together with that little fellow of yours again?" Changmao said with regret, feeling a little regretful.

"Brother, that's not what happened. My fellow countryman was my elementary school classmate, and we were at the same table. When I was a child, my home was far away from school. At four or five o'clock in the morning, when the morning star was still very bright, I had to go out.

When I got to school, my deskmate would always secretly give me some food - roasted buns. When other male classmates bullied me and threw my schoolbag around, he was the one who grabbed it and returned it to me.

I......"

"Yes, yes, yes! You have opened the wooden box of memory and talked about childhood memories!" The mouse interrupted him impatiently.

"Tell me about it! Where is that little notebook? Big brother said it was your diary. It records some things about big brother!"

"That diary has been destroyed a long time ago. The last time I lit the stove, it was lit." The girl said sincerely.

"Lies, nonsense, since eldest brother asked our third brother to check this, there must be something." Changmao scolded her.

"Maybe it's burned!" Da Mi said for her. At this time, the rice here has been out of the wind, rain, and sun for a long time. It has grown white and gained a lot of weight, and the black color outside has faded away.

The rice skin becomes thin and tender, chubby and looks quite silly.

"Brother, you are right!"

"You idiot, you can't explain the whereabouts of the diary here. You, and your little sweetheart, don't live to see the new sun!"

"Let him think about it alone, let's go!"

The girl huddled in the corner and cried pitifully - the boundless darkness without dawn.

I don't know how long it took, but a dark figure opened the door with a clang.

"Who?" the frightened girl exclaimed.

"Don't shout, little beauty, who else could there be? Your heartthrob - Brother Qing, me!" It was the frivolous and disgusting voice of the mouse, and he stretched out his black paw towards the girl.

"Please, let me go!"

"What are you shouting about? You, a little whore ridden by thousands of people and pressed by thousands of people, must have been missing men these past two days! Come on, brother, I will make you feel comfortable and satisfy your cravings!"

"I'm not that kind of person! The eldest brother of the family takes care of me because I look like his sister who died young. He and I have nothing to do with each other."

"Stop pretending to be innocent here. Brother, won't you know how pure you are once you try it?" As he said that, he held the girl in his arms, so excited that he didn't know where to start.

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