Chapter 269

“They are full of dark pain inside of them. We eat those things and our pain is inside of them.

It’s like we’ve never felt any pain.”

The flame in the lamp cried out.

Shoji also shouted.

He banged his head against the wall.

His head was broken and blood was flowing out. He wanted to dig out his eyes, but the flame in the lamp crawled out from the lampshade and held down his hands.

He screamed like a wild animal, and the men, whose bodies were burning, knocked him unconscious.

"One or both of them are troublesome, so annoying."

The man on fire complained.

When Zheng Er woke up again, all he saw was a hooded man squatting beside him.

"You're awake now and can go out."

The man in black said to him.

"But I haven't seen my son yet."

He got up from the ground in a panic.

He remembered the fear, the exhaustion, the headache, and the desire to keep going.

It was as if there was an endless attraction inside, everything was calling him, and that calling was consuming his life every minute and every second.

It was as if if he didn't go, he would die on this road, because this road was also endless.

In his imagination or in eyes that could only see darkness.

"Everything is terrible. Why can't I go see my son? I'm going to see him now."

He shouted, snatched the lamp from the man's hand and ran out.

The man stood there looking stunned.

But after Zheng Er ran away, the man disappeared on the spot and the flame jumped twice again.

Zheng Er ran to the prison door with a lamp in hand, put his head on the prison railing, and found that the place was densely packed with eyes, flies, mosquitoes, butterflies, and all kinds of eyes.

The pig's eyes are big and round. They are skewered and roasted with a little chili sprinkled on them. They look like they will blink at any time. They are fragrant and delicious, and have a strong oily aroma.

His stomach growled and he felt hungry.

He saw that his son thought it was delicious, so he waved to him.

"Good boy, come here and let me have a bite, how about that?"

He said with his mouth watering.

His son smiled and crawled over on all fours.

The first thing he did when he saw him was to butt him with his head, but it only hit the guardrail made of eyes.

He blinked his eyes, touched the guardrail, and felt that it was not made of eyes but of wire, so what he saw became wire.

It looks like it's very interesting.

He struggled to reach his hand through the gap and touched his son's hair.

The gap in the prison was originally as wide as a fingernail, but after he put his hand in, it became as wide as an arm.

But all five of his fingers had been squeezed and deformed into a ball of meat sauce, which he smeared on his son's hair.

His son stretched his neck hard, trying to lick the food from his hair, but he couldn't do it unless he tried to turn himself into a crawling, black, ant-eating beast.

"Good boy, my good boy."

He smiled, took his hand back and said to his son.

"I'll take you away. Let's go home together, okay?"

He said while holding his son.

"Okay, let's go home together. I will definitely be able to go home."

his son said with a smile.

"But you'll really let me go home. Will you really let me go home?"

His son burst into tears.

He was crawling about on the ground.

"You won't let me go home. You're lying to me. You dare to lie to me. You must want me dead. You want to kill me, you bad guy. I shouldn't believe you. I don't believe you."

He banged his head against the wall while crying loudly.

The people next door shouted, "If you are sick, get out! Go to a mental hospital. Go to a sanatorium. Go to your own home. Prison is not a place for you to go crazy. Ahhhh!"

"If I tell you to die, then you die."

Zheng Er sat at the prison door, licked the lollipop on his finger, and said to his son.

"I don't want to listen to you."

My son said he would tidy up at night.

"You are trying to hurt me. You have wanted me dead for a long time. You hate me. Don't think I don't know."

The son sat down, laughing.

"There shouldn't be cowards in our family. Since he doesn't want to die, he must be a coward. If he is a coward, he is definitely not my child. If he is not my child, then he deserves to die."

He said to his son.

"I should have cried my eyes out. But I cried my eyes out. I don't want to cry anymore. I'm going to make you laugh to death. Do you know how many dentures I have? 32 + 1,200."

his son said with a smile.

"I don't believe it. You have a mouth full of teeth, and that's all. I wouldn't mind if you had two eyes and an egg in your mouth."

He said.

"I ate some cockroach eggs and I'm going to spit one out for you. It tastes pretty good. You definitely won't be able to get it outside."

his son said with a smile.

"I don't want you to digest it. It tastes terrible."

He also smiled.

"Try one, it tastes really good. It's sticky and has some pulp inside, without the fishy smell of caviar. It's tender, white, transparent, soft and cute.

It doesn't get any better than this.

I have a little cockroach as a pet, but it's a female cockroach and it gives birth to babies everywhere.

I have no worries about food and clothing now.

I could live here forever.

It's really fun here.

You don't know what happiness is.

Pets are really delicious.

Those people who are like seeing a ghost, automatically love the Animal Protection Act, they don't care about pigs, cows, sheep, horses, donkeys, cockroaches, monkeys. They only care about cats and dogs. Because they are cute?

Maybe cockroaches are cuter than them.

A sick person has no idea how sick he is.

But it's really pitiful when the little cockroaches are used as food.

Haha, hahahaha!"

The father and son smiled at each other.

"Okay, I'm going home. Do you have anything to say to me?"

Question 2.

"My son is here, I don't want to go home. You are not my son, you don't want me. Then you don't have to go home either. Then we are a family."

His son said to him.

"Leave this place and you'll be normal."

He said to his son.

"I don't believe you would say that if you weren't chewing the fire in your hand."

His son rolled on the ground.

"Forget it, I'll come see you next time when I'm free."

He patted his clothes and said.

His son lay on his back with his head against the ground, his eyes looking at him from behind his hair, smiling and saying goodbye.

He waved his hand.

After taking two steps, he said to his son, "You are actually very filial."

His son laughed again.

He also walked out with a smile.

"Is there really such a happy thing in the world?"

The fire in the lamp spoke to its fingers.

The finger blinked and said, yes.

"We will be together forever, and that is the happiest thing."

The finger smiled at it.

"Poor little bug, go to sleep, we are going to die."

The flame swallowed his fingers and muttered to himself.

No one came, and the place became dark again and fell asleep.

Silence returned to the prison.

Zheng Er handed me a large bottle of sleeping pills.

"I guess that's the attitude of asking someone to do something for you."

He said to me.

"Sorry, I'm confused. Who are you?"

I looked at her and asked.

"I am my son's father!"

She answered with a smile.

"You look like a different person. If you hadn't had the surgery you'd be crazy."

I smiled, stretched out my hand to him and said, it's nice to meet you again.

"I'm not happy to meet you. Take the things. Here are the medicine and money. The other bucket is mine. Remember to do something for me. OK, I have nothing to say. I'm going home."

He shook my hand.

I let go of his hand and found that he had changed back to normal.

I blew into the medicine bottle and nodded.

He left.

I closed the door and spread out my things to clean up.

Some sleeping pills and painkillers.

There are also energy potions and tonic soups.

How did these two things get mixed in the medicine?

Just pour them out.

After I finished taking the medicine, he came to me again and asked me to go with him to meet his boss and get the job done immediately.

I looked at what medicine I had taken. There were no sleeping pills. Oh, there was one pill, but it wouldn't have any effect. I'll just get a bottle of painkillers and then I can go with him.

I squeezed the bottle, closed the door, and went with him to meet my boss. My boss was in the office, and when he saw us coming, he asked us what we wanted.

"It's like this, someone in his family is in prison, and they want to get that person out.

I think that person's crime definitely does not deserve the death penalty, otherwise he would not still be in prison now. It would be better to give him a suspended sentence and let him out.

If he can make up for his crime by doing meritorious service during the period of probation, he won't have to go to prison and suffer again.

He can afford the bail.

He can definitely take care of the kids, and he has a wife who can help."

I said.

"It's just a small matter, but you came all the way here. It's possible, but it won't be done in a short time. Go back and wait for news."

The boss said.

You can wait for news. Zheng Er became anxious. What other reason could there be for waiting for news? Isn’t it just to tell you to get out?

"But when will this matter be resolved?"

he asked.

"It depends on whether other people are available."

The boss said.

"Doesn't it all depend on you whether other people are free or not? If you say they are free, then they are free. If you say they are not free, then they are not free."

He almost shouted.

"You know what I mean, so go back first. If you think waiting for news is too bad, then just wait for a day or two. Even if it's the worst result, I'll have someone notify you, and you'll definitely be able to accept it."

The boss waved to him.

He went out reluctantly, but squatted at the door.

He was very reluctant to go home now, because he felt that if he left now he would have nothing.

He went out, but I didn't. I watched the door close and looked at the boss.

"Where's the money?"

The boss asked me.

"Here."

I handed the money back.