Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 267 Hello, Mr. Lu (43)

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The prisoner with his head bowed, with messy hair and a strong figure.

The hard biceps almost burst the largest prison uniform.

The thick stubble, the expression that can't be seen clearly in the haze,
His hands were in shackles, hanging down, motionless as if he had lost his strength.

Thick limbs, as if stepping on the ground, can shake it.

After being forced to sit on a chair, he lowered his head and did not respond.

It seems that he has no interest in the visitor.

The four guards stood by the corner in twos, looking at him with guns on 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 with bright sunshine.

The two telephones were connected, the only connection.

The receiver with peeling red paint was slowly picked up by a milky white clean hand.

Put it next to the ear, as if you can touch the skin as thin as a cicada's wing,

Very soft and seems to have a milky aroma.

He didn't open his mouth to speak, quietly holding the receiver,

On the masked face, only a pair of cat-like eyes were exposed, with thick and curly eyelashes.

Looking at the person on the other side of the glass window, he was silent like death.

Hands in chains, rough,

Holding a knife all year round left many scratches of different shades on his hands.
The nails are also a little long, and there is dirt left in the crevices.
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 and ignored the outside world.

Time passed by like this, every minute and every second,
It seems that everything is passing, and it seems that nothing has changed.

The creamy white clean hand squeezed the handle of the receiver tightly, almost deformed.

The joints turned white, and even the pink fingertips lost their color.

He seemed to be trying very hard, but he was forbearing and restrained.

At last,
He suddenly let go, as if he had lost all his strength.

The handset slammed onto the table with a bang.

As if in an instant, all the silence disappeared.

The prisoner who lowered his head finally responded.

Slowly, move a bit.

Then, as if being manipulated by someone with lines, 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 moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But with a slight movement, the scar on his face was pulled,
Like a crawling maggot, it looks extremely disgusting.

Song Chaoyuan just looked at him quietly,
After a long while, he looked away.

It seemed that he didn'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.

Silence, still silence.

He didn't say anything, but there seemed to be some emotion hidden in the darkness,
Buried in the upper soil, it became a dead and silent tomb.

The receiver was picked up again.

This time, that milky white hand knocked on the glass wall.

The prisoner bowed his head and did not move.

(End of this chapter)