Chapter 267 Hello, Mr. Lu (43)
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The prisoner with his head bowed, with messy hair and a strong figure.
Hard biceps almost burst the largest prison uniform.
Thick stubble, with a look that cannot be seen clearly in the haze,
His hands were shackled, hanging down, motionless as if he had lost his strength.
Thick limbs, as if stepping on the ground, can shake it.
After being pressed to sit on a chair, he lowered his head and remained unresponsive.
It seems that he has no interest in the visitor.
Four guards, two by two, stood at the corner of the wall, looking at him, holding guns at their waists.
The iron gate was also closed and locked, guarded by the guards outside.
A glass wall completely separates the two sides.
On one side is the dark prison, on the other side is the free outside, sunny.
The two telephones are connected, which is the only connection.
The red painted receiver was slowly picked up by a creamy white clean hand.
Put it next to the ear, as if you can touch the skin as thin as a cicada's wing,
It is very soft and seems to have a milky fragrance.
He didn’t open his mouth to speak, but quietly held the receiver,
On the mask-wearing face, only a pair of cat-like eyes were exposed, with thick and curly eyelashes.
Looking at the person opposite the glass window, he was silent like death.
Hands in shackles, rough,
Holding a knife all the year round left many scratches of different shades on his hands,
The nails are also a little long, and there is dirt in the seams,
He is like a decadent and self-loathing puppet, who has lost his soul and is being manipulated by others,
He lowered his head quietly, indifferent to the outside world.
Time passed by like this,
It seems that everything is passing by, and it seems that nothing has changed.
Clean, milky white hands squeezed the handle of the receiver tightly, almost deformed.
The joints turned white, and even the pink fingertips lost their color.
at last,
He suddenly let go, as if he had lost all his strength.
The receiver fell to the table with a "snap-".
As if in an instant, all the silence disappeared.
The prisoner with his head down finally reacted.
Slowly, move a bit.
Then, as if being manipulated by someone with a line, the head was lifted mechanically,
Little by little, the face under the shadow was revealed.
Rough and ugly.
Most of his face was covered by a penetrating scar,
From the temple to the corner of the mouth, across the entire face, shocking and unsightly.
His deathly face seemed to be nailed, without any fluctuation,
Indifferent, as if being stripped of emotion by life.
When he met the opposite face hidden under the mask, his drooping fingers moved,
His mouth squirmed slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
But with a slight movement, the scars on the face will be involved,
Like a crawling maggot, it looks extremely disgusting.
Song Chaoyuan just looked at him quietly,
After a long while, he turned his eyes away.
It seems that he doesn't want to see his face.
The prisoner probably realized it too, and fell silent.
Slowly, he lowered his head, and brought that face back into the shadows.
Silent, still silent.
I didn’t say anything, but there seemed to be some emotions hidden in the darkness,
Buried the upper soil and turned into a dead tomb.
The receiver was picked up again.
This time, that milky white hand knocked on the glass wall.
The prisoner lowered his head and did not move.
(end of this chapter)