Chapter 83
In the remote corner, the light was dim, and everything, like the sky, was covered with a layer of gray shadow.
He stepped onto this barren wasteland and walked forward aimlessly. Dark green moss covered every corner of the black wall, and even the air smelled so dark and damp.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from above his head. He looked up indifferently and saw a head sticking out from the wall covered with broken glass.
He was a handsome teenager who called him "brother" with a slightly shy look. His bright eyes reminded him of glass beads. Wherever he appeared, the whole scene seemed to light up.
The bright light occupied an increasingly larger part of his vision, the ubiquitous shadows gradually faded away, and he was led by the young man, running together in the sunshine.
The midday sun was very strong. A boy in school uniform was lying on the table, resting his head on his arms and taking a nap with his eyes closed. His face was facing him. He took off the pen cap, extended the tip of the black marker, and drew a scribbled black bird on that pretty face.
After the rain, the sky cleared up and the colorful flowers were dotted with crystal water droplets. A young man squatted among the flowers to rescue a rose. He stood beside the flower bed and watched for a while, then walked over to make trouble. The young man couldn't stop him, so he angrily flicked the mud on his hand onto his face. In the end, they rolled in the mud together and had to get up and leave the flower bed.
In the sunlight, I didn't know who touched whom first, but the hands of the two shadows gradually held together.
Later, the young man took his hand and put a silver wedding ring on his finger. He also took his hand and pushed a pure black ring into the young man's ring finger.
When it snowed, the whole city was covered with thick snow. They built two snowmen in the withered flower beds and kissed in the snow until they were almost buried by the new snow, then they got up and went home.
The light at the head of the bed was dim, and they hid in the warm quilt, creating a world of their own.
Darkness spread across the field of vision, and the warm touch disappeared from the palm of my hand, replaced by the coldness of metal.
Cen Xunxu clenched his hands, and the empty feeling was like stepping on empty air, which suddenly woke him up.
What came into view was a vast expanse of darkness that was so dark that one could not even reach out one's hand. This dark space was moving, bumping up and down from time to time, which made Cen Xun realize that he was in a car.
He tried to move his body, but he soon discovered that his hands were fixed in front of him in an embraced posture, and his feet were also wearing heavy shackles. At the same time, the cold touch on his face also indicated that he was wearing some kind of metal mask.
After confirming that he couldn't break free, Cen Xun calmed down and tried to recall what had happened before that led to his current situation.
His last memory was of falling asleep with the young man. He could not remember anything else, such as his name, identity, and past experiences.
Is it amnesia?
But why did he still remember things about that young man?
Who is that young man?
His last memory was being with the young man, but now he was locked in the car, so Cen Xun's first reaction was that he was tricked by the young man.
Although from memory, their relationship seemed good, and they seemed to be married and in a partnership, but people's hearts are unpredictable, and maybe
Cen Xun speculated darkly about the young man, and when he thought of the face sleeping soundly on the side of his neck, he hesitated for a moment.
He looks like he's easy to bully and doesn't look like a bad guy. He must have done something wrong.
Cen Xun: "Wait, why would he think so?
How could he be wrong?
Cen Xun was in a difficult tug-of-war between reflecting on herself and questioning her husband, during which time the black car carrying him stopped.
Someone opened the door, and dazzling light fell into the carriage. Cen Xun couldn't open his eyes. While being pushed out of the car, all he saw was almost a sea of white light. After a long while, the light around him suddenly dimmed, and he was able to open his eyelids.
What I saw was a dim corridor. On both sides of the corridor, there was a black metal door at regular intervals. There was a small peek window on the metal door, and each door had a number on it. Most of them started with "0", such as "0046" and "0102", and it was impossible to tell where they were.
The unknown person behind him pushed the cart that restrained Cen Xun forward without saying a word during the whole process. No matter what Cen Xun asked, the other party did not respond.
Soon, they arrived at their destination.
It was a room similar to a small courtroom. There were already three people standing on the bench, and there was one bench left, which was obviously prepared for Cen Xun.
Cen Xun was pushed behind the empty trial platform, and the harsh restraints on his body quickly attracted the attention of the other three.
Cen Xun observed that these three people were only wearing handcuffs and leg shackles, with no other restraints on their bodies. They clearly looked like they came in at the same time as him, so why were they treated so differently?
The seemingly gentle and easygoing young man greeted him first and asked in surprise, "Brother, what crime have you committed? You are tied up like this."
Cen Xun's voice sounded coldly from behind his mask: "I want to know too."
A young man a little further away also looked at him curiously: "Don't you remember what crime you committed? What a coincidence, we don't remember it either."
The man next to the boy looked at them quietly, with a thoughtful expression.
Cen Xun frowned: "You can't remember everything?"
The young man who spoke first shrugged regretfully: "I just remember being saved by my brother, vowing to follow him, and then in the blink of an eye I ended up here."
The boy with yellow cat eyes said, "I remember being saved by someone. I played with him every day, and then in the blink of an eye I ended up here."
The last man's turn seemed reluctant to speak, but the other three stared at him, so he finally said coldly: "I only remember my cat, I don't know why it came here."
As a courtesy, Cen Xun briefly introduced herself: "Well, I only remember my husband, and how he ended up here for some strange reason. Is this a prison?"
"It seems that we have all committed some crime, so we were all arrested."
As the young man said this, he caught a glimpse of someone coming in from the corner of his eye and immediately looked over with interest.
The people who came in were wearing black cloaks and black masks with special triangular patterns on their faces. Everyone was dressed like this. There were five people in total.
The leading man in black robes stood on the judge's seat holding the code, and the other four men in black robes stood behind him in order.
The black-robed man holding the code looked at the four people on the judgement platform. A dull voice uttered from behind his mask: "I am the warden of Chiyuan Prison. Now, I will judge you for the crimes you have committed."
The warden first turned to the yellow-eyed boy and pulled out a verdict: "Criminal 0113, intentionally invading the privacy of others, intentionally damaging the property of others, disturbing the public at night, participating in a large-scale murder, committing murder, theft, intentional destruction of property, disturbing the public, and invading privacy."
The yellow-eyed boy pointed at himself blankly: "Huh? Me?"
He couldn't help but ask, "Warden, what did I steal? What did I intentionally destroy? What about disturbing people and peeping into their privacy? And how could I have done all this?"
The warden was silent for a moment as he looked at the verdict. Then he said, "You stole eleven catnip strips, intentionally destroyed seven pieces of furniture, disturbed your cellmates' rest by running around in the middle of the night, walked into the bathroom to spy on them while they were using it, and killed eleven people."
"Pfft!" The gentle young man couldn't hold back his laughter and said, "That's it? I thought he broke the law. What the hell is stealing eleven cat strips? Hahaha!"
"quiet!"
The warden spoke coldly, picked up the whip, and hit the young man in the air. The young man screamed in pain and closed his mouth unwillingly.
Cen Xun glanced at the yellow-eyed boy, then his gaze swept over the silent man, a hint of contemplation in his eyes.
The warden then turned to the next person, the impassive man. "Criminal 0088, convicted of murder, intentional injury, fraud, and bribery."
The indifferent man did not ask about the inside story and remained silent.
The next person to be judged was the young man next to Cen Xun.
"Criminal 0006, committed murder, intentional injury, invasion of privacy, dissemination of obscene information, and slander."
After hearing this, the young man held his head in despair and said, "No, how could this be me! I am such a pure and kind person, how could I do such a thing that is worse than pigs and dogs?"
Then he was whipped again.
The warden seemed to dislike the young man particularly, but the yellow-eyed boy was spared a beating for making the same illegal remarks.
The last one is Cen Xun.
"Criminal 0000."
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Cen Xun felt that when the warden read out his number, there was a hint of heaviness and vigilance in his voice, which was flat and level.
"Committed murder, rape, intentional injury, indecency, illegal detention, fraud, invasion of privacy, and defamation"
When he heard the second charge, Cen Xun's expression became wooden. The more he listened, the closer his expression became to a blank: ""
Indecent assault, illegal detention, rape
What the hell is going on.
Why did the charges become so strange when they came to him?
Even the young man turned around and gave him a thumbs-up: "Brother Si Ling, I can't believe you're so extravagant even though you have a husband."
Cen Xun: “”
He couldn't help but fall into self-doubt. After all, from the remaining memories, he and his husband had a harmonious relationship and it didn't seem like he would betray this marriage.
Did he turn over a new leaf after getting married, or did he suddenly become abnormal after getting divorced?
Cen Xun was more inclined to the latter. After all, judging by the crimes he had committed, he was a completely evil villain. Her husband looked like a weak and innocent girl. If she had known before marriage that he was so evil, she would definitely not have chosen to marry him.
Therefore, crimes such as molestation must have occurred after the divorce, and this may even be the reason for the divorce.
How could she do such a thing to her husband who looked so easy to bully? He is truly a beast who deserves to be cut into pieces!
Cen Xun: "Wait, why am I starting to reflect on myself again?
Maybe it was his husband who betrayed him first, which forced him to become a pervert?
The two thoughts began to tug at each other again. Cen Xun frowned, suppressing the schizophrenic feeling of separation and trying to think about the problem rationally.
Judging from the warden's trial of the four of them, they were all guilty of murder and were from the same batch of criminals, so they were most likely in the same group before they were imprisoned.
As for why they all lost their memories so consistently after being imprisoned, Cen Xun guessed that it must be a problem with the prison, such as the prison had injected them with memory-erasing potions in advance.
While Cen Xun was thinking about these things, the warden made the final judgment.
"0000, 0006, 0088, 0113, you can only be released from prison if you atone for your sins."
Cen Xun's eyes flashed slightly. What does "redeem one's sins" mean?
0006, who had completely forgotten about the beating, spoke again and asked the same question, and as expected, he was whipped again.
"You will know soon." The warden said this coldly, then left with the code. The remaining four men in black robes walked down one by one and took the four people to their respective cells.
Due to different numbers, their cells were also very different. Cen Xun's cell was the first one at the end of the corridor. When he opened the black metal door, he saw a small room of about ten square meters in front of him. There was no bed, no table or chairs. On the cold ground, there were only various handcuffs for restraint.
The man in black robe untied the straitjacket on Cen Xun and locked Cen Xun's hands and feet with the chains connected to the wall one by one. Cen Xun let the man in black robe do what he wanted. After the man in black robe left and there was no one around, he raised his hand to touch his neck and hooked out a black metal necklace from the black and white striped prisoner uniform.
At the end of the necklace were three feathers of different colors, which were warmed by his body temperature and exploded when they came into contact with the air.
Cen Xun looked at them and couldn't help but wonder why he would wear such things on his body.
It looked like something a weak and vulnerable husband would use, maybe a divorce souvenir.
Alas, why on earth would he do such things that are worse than those of an animal? He is truly not a human being!
"Cen Xun closed his eyes speechlessly.
It started again, this sudden confession.
At this moment, a low call suddenly sounded.
"Hello, newcomer"
Cen Xun stuffed the feather pendant back under his clothes and looked at the small peek-through window on the metal door. The sound came from outside.
He dragged the chain over, but the length of the chain was only enough for him to stop one step away from the metal door, and he couldn't get any closer.
Through the small window, Cen Xun saw the prisoner in the cell opposite. The prisoner was also looking at him through the small window, but he was not wearing a metal mask on his face, and his face looked very young.
Cen Xun saw the number 0001 on his metal door.
The only beast worse than him is not the prisoner.
"This prison hasn't had any new prisoners for a long time," the young man said in a steady and friendly voice. "You are the first group of newcomers I've seen since I arrived."
Cen Xun also asked in a friendly manner: "Really? How long have you been in prison?"
"I can't remember," the young man hesitated and said, "probably more than ten years ago."
"It's been so long," Cen Xun paused and asked calmly, "The warden said that you can only get out if you atone for your sins. It's been so long, and you still haven't atoneed for your sins?"
"How can I redeem myself completely?" the young man said with a wry smile. "Even if I were to pay back the sins I committed against ten people every day, I probably wouldn't be able to redeem myself completely in this lifetime."
Cen Xun raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this: "How many people have you killed?"
The young man was silent for a moment, then said, "After ten years of redemption, there are about 4.36 million people left."
Cen Xun: “?”
How many people did you say?
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