Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

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The prisoner had his head lowered, his hair was messy, and he was very strong.

His strong biceps would almost burst even the largest prison uniform.

Thick stubble, an expression that cannot be seen clearly in the haze,

His hands were shackled, hanging down, as if he had lost his strength, motionless.

His thick limbs could shake the ground as if it were stepping on it.

After being restrained and sitting on a chair, he lowered his head and showed no reaction.

He seemed to have no interest in the visitor.

The four guards stood in the corner in twos and twos, looking at him, holding guns at their waists.

The iron door was also closed and locked, and guards were guarding the 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 and were the only connection.

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

Put it next to your ear, and you can feel the skin as thin as cicada wings.

It's very soft and seems to have a milky aroma.

He didn't speak, just held the receiver quietly.

On the face wearing a mask, only a pair of cat-like eyes were exposed, with thick and curled eyelashes.

Looking at the person on the other side of the glass window, they were as silent as death.

The shackled hands are rough,

Holding a knife all year round left many scratches of varying depths on his hands.

My nails are also a little long, and there is dirt left in the gaps.

He is like a decadent and self-loathing puppet who has lost his soul and is left to be manipulated.

He lowered his head quietly and paid no attention to the outside world.

Time passed like this minute by minute,

It seems that everything is passing by, and it seems that nothing has changed.

The milky white and 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 exerting great force, but at the same time he was forbearing and restrained.

at last,

He suddenly relaxed, as if he had lost all his strength.

The receiver fell to the table with a "pop" sound.

As if in an instant, all the silence disappeared.

The prisoner, who lowered his head, finally reacted.

Slowly, it moved.

Then, as if controlled by someone using lines, the head mechanically lifted up,

Little by little, the face under the shadow was revealed.

Rough and ugly.

Most of his face was covered by a seeping scar,

It was scratched from the temple to the corner of the mouth, spanning the entire face, which was shocking and unsightly.

His deathly face seemed to be nailed down without any fluctuation.

So indifferent, as if his emotions had been stripped away by life.

When he faced the face hidden under the mask opposite him, his hanging fingers moved.

His mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But with a slight movement, the scars on his face were pulled,

It looked like a crawling maggot and looked particularly disgusting.

Song Chaoyuan just looked at him quietly,

After a while, he looked away.

It seemed like she didn't want to see his face.

The prisoner probably realized it and fell silent.

Slowly, he lowered his head and put the face into the shadows again.

Silence, still silence.

He didn't say anything, but there seemed to be some emotion hidden in the darkness.

Buried in the earth, it became a silent tomb.

The receiver was picked up again.

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

The prisoner lowered his head and did not move.