Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 641 Guilty Shackles (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 we can no longer distinguish between day and night.

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

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

  Outside the prison, the dense forest remained motionless, and the sound of cicadas resounded from nowhere.

  A breeze blows, but it is a heat wave, and there is no coolness.

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

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

  But as soon as it meets the sun at noon, it feels hot instantly.

  She was carrying a backpack, and soon boarded the military vehicle that was already waiting there.

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

   Yun Si's eyes were blindfolded with a black cloth for a second, and she could still see the special soldiers standing in a row under the hot 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.

   Sunburned skin, cold face, guarding here meticulously, as if to be accompanied by 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 folded, 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.

  Cold white fingers, as if made of cold jade, without a trace of warmth.

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

  When she sat there quietly, she obviously didn't have any binding ropes on her body, but she 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 **** in captivity.

  He is in hell, bound by such a small cell, with copper walls and iron walls, and even small ants cannot crawl in.

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

   Taking no haste, 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 seems 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, and I'm willing to do it for him."

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

  (end of this chapter)