Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 641 The Shackles of Evil (10)

After the stipulated visiting time came, Yun Si was taken out.

The prison is airtight and dark all year round. After living here for a long time, it is natural that it is difficult to distinguish day from night.

When Yun Si was taken out of the prison, the scorching sun shone on her face.

The radiance was very bright, covering the body like a warm blanket.

Outside the prison, the dense forest remained motionless, and cicadas rang out from nowhere, resounding across the sky.

A breeze blew, but it was a hot wave, and there was no coolness.

The whole land seems to be in the dry desert, the hot sun, after a long time in the sun, can peel off a layer of skin on the body.

When she came out of the prison, Yun Si still felt a little cool.

But as soon as I met the midday sun, I felt hot instantly.

With her backpack on her back, she quickly boarded the military vehicle that was already waiting there.

The task of the military vehicle is to take her away, and during this process, Yunsi needs to be blindfolded.

The second before Yun Si's eyes were covered with black cloth, she could still see the special soldiers standing in a row under the scorching sun.

They carried tens of kilograms of firearms on their backs, wore heavy body armor, and their foreheads were covered with sweat, but they still remained motionless.

With tanned skin and a cold face, he guards here meticulously, as if he wants to be with this cage of imprisonment for eternity.

After Yun Si put on the black cloth, she didn't speak again.

Close your eyes and think carefully about just now.

The recording pen in his hand was slowly put back into his pocket.

Soon, the military vehicle left the Tesmera Mental Hospital and headed for the nearest urban area.

at this time,

Tesmera Prison.

In the dim light, a man with long legs crossed, with one hand hanging down, was slowly flipping through the books on it, looking eerily quiet.

The pure white paper of the book fluttered like a butterfly's wings, and a cool breeze fell.

He seemed a little bored, and he seemed to be thinking about some new and fun game.

The cold white fingers seemed to be made of cold jade, without a trace of warmth.

His eyelids are drooping, his brows and eyes are gentle and watery, his lips are bright, and there is a trace of beauty.

When he sat there quietly, he obviously didn't have any binding ropes on his body, but he looked like a demon in chains, dangerous and cunning.

In the prison, there is no sun, and there are no bright incandescent lamps, so it is shady everywhere, like a hell in captivity.

He was in hell, bound by such a small cell, with copper walls and iron walls, so that even small ants could not crawl in.

The man tapped the table with his finger, and seemed to sigh slightly.

Not in a hurry, it seems that the invisible shackles on his body have been shattered a bit.

He raised his eyes and looked at the camera monitoring him. The excited scarlet smile on the corner of his lips slowly deepened.

The gentle and elegant eyebrows and eyes are hidden under the glasses, adding a bit of bookishness.

He raised his hand and made a simple gesture to the camera.

It seemed to be done inadvertently, with a bit of carelessness.

But soon, the prison guard came down with a few men and stood at the door.

"Mr. Shen, what's the matter?"

The prison guard's tone was inexplicably polite.

The man smiled, pushed his glasses, and said slowly,

"Tell the president I've changed my mind, surgery, I'm willing to do it for him."

"Of course, before that, I have one condition."

(End of this chapter)