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Click.

A metal door slowly opened.

"Mr. Xiao, please."

The Chinese character face said to Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen looked at the Chinese character face, then at Shao Ping, and finally his eyes fell on the metal door.

what is inside?

He thought for a moment and was about to walk in.

"etc."

Shaoping spoke.

"Xiao Chen, let me remind you, there is a camera in the upper left corner. As long as you tell the whereabouts of the Xuanyuan knife, you can come out."

"Haha, I'd like to see it."

Xiao Chen sneered a few times and strode in.

When he saw everything inside clearly, he couldn't help but be startled.

Looking around, the entire room is made of silver metal, including the roof and four walls!

In addition, the entire room is closed, with no gaps except for one vent!

"Mr. Xiao, I'm waiting for news from you."

Following Shao Ping's words, the metal door slowly closed.

Click.

When the sound came out, Xiao Chen turned his head and frowned.

He already vaguely knew what Shaoping was planning!

According to foreign research, when a person is in an absolutely closed space, has no sense of time, and cannot contact the outside world, it will not take long for the person's spirit to begin to collapse and become manic and restless.

Even, in the end, he will hit the surrounding walls hard, trying to escape from this environment!

After changing his thoughts one by one, Xiao Chen sneered.

He slowly turned around in this metal space. There were almost no gaps and it was very quiet. There was no sound except his footsteps.

After turning around a few times, he slowly sat on the ground.

"How long will he last?"

In a monitoring room, Shao Ping looked at Xiao Chen on the screen and asked.

"One day."

The Chinese-character face thought for a while and said.

"One day? There's enough time!"

Shaoping showed a smile.

"The one who lasted the longest, how long did it last?"

"Thirty-two hours."

"Well, the capital will take two days, which is enough."

Shaoping nodded.

"You stay here and watch. As soon as he reveals the whereabouts of the Xuanyuan Knife, you will immediately send someone to get the knife back! When you get the knife back, release him."

"yes."

The Chinese character nodded.

Shaoping glanced at Xiao Chen on the screen again, turned around and walked out.

The Chinese-character face pulled up a chair, sat down, lit a cigarette, and watched quietly.

He was also quite curious as to how long Xiao Chen would persist.

He only has twenty-four hours!

He has been through it, so he knows the feeling of collapse!

In the metal room, Xiao Chen leaned against the metal wall and looked at himself reflected on the opposite wall.

He raised his arm, and he on the metal wall also raised his arm.

"Ah."

Xiao Chen smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

He also wanted to try to see if he could really be crushed by this closed environment.

Time passed by minute by minute.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

In the blink of an eye, half a day passed.

And Xiao Chen's condition was obviously not as good as when he first came in.

Mainly, in this confined space, he seemed to have lost all external touch.

He couldn't feel the passage of time either.

He even wondered if there was something wrong with his ears?

However, the sound of my own strong heartbeat was very clear.

This feeling continued, and sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

Even if he closed his eyes and wanted to sleep, he couldn't fall asleep in this environment.

So quiet!

Quietly terrifying!

Xiao Chen opened his eyes and let out a deep breath.

Now, what time is it?

How long has it been since he came in?

It must be night time, right?

Xiao Chen glanced at the camera in the upper left corner, thought of something, took out the cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath.

As the thick smoke poured into his lungs, he was refreshed and all the uncomfortable feelings dissipated.

In the monitoring room, the man with a Chinese character looked at the cigarette in Xiao Chen's hand and frowned.

He didn't expect that Xiao Chen still had a cigarette in his pocket!

"Boss, do you want to go in and confiscate his cigarettes?"

A subordinate next to him asked.

The Chinese-character face hesitated, then shook his head: "No need."

He was not sure whether Xiao Chen would get violent and hurt someone if he let his men in.

Moreover, once the door is opened, the previous time will be wasted.

Xiao Chen finished smoking one cigarette and was about to light another when he noticed that there were only three cigarettes left in the box.

He thought for a while, and instead of continuing to smoke, he put it aside.

Immediately, he smiled bitterly, never expecting that one day, he would get to this point and even be reluctant to smoke cigarettes.

However, because of a cigarette, his condition was much better than before.

At least, the mania coming from the depths of his soul was suppressed.

He stood up and moved around the metal room, trying to make as much noise as possible.

Just like that, after more than an hour, the manic feeling appeared again.

"Damn it."

Xiao Chen cursed secretly, but still didn't touch the cigarette, but sat on the ground.

He tried to divert his attention to other things.

For example, Su Qing, Su Xiaomeng, Tong Yan and the others...

Women appeared in his mind, trying to offset the mania as much as possible.

But when he finished thinking, the manic feeling was like a wave, trying to swallow him up.

This startled him, and he quickly thought of other things.

From Long Hai, I thought about foreign countries, rewinding little by little, meeting one person after another, and met the old fortune teller, the Xiao family...

"ah!"

I don't know how long it took, but Xiao Chen raised his head and roared wildly.

His eyes were red and bloodshot.

He clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging out.

"Almost twenty hours."

In the monitoring room, the Chinese-character face looked at the time, surprise flashing in his eyes.

You must know that when he was almost twenty hours old, he had a breakdown. His consciousness was swallowed up by the violence, punch after punch, bombarding the metal wall.

But now, it seems that Xiao Chen's condition is not that bad.

After a while, Xiao Chen picked up the cigarette case and lit a second cigarette.

He took a deep breath, and the flames on the cigarette flickered. Half of the cigarette burned out and turned into smoke, which he inhaled into his lungs.

He felt a little better again.

However, it is obviously not as effective as the first cigarette.

"It should be bright again, right?"

Xiao Chen smoked a cigarette, looked at the camera in the upper left corner, and muttered to himself.

Soon, the cigarettes were gone.

Xiao Chen threw away the cigarette butt and stood up.

Although it's not of much use, when I get up and take a walk, at least I can hear my own footsteps instead of deathly silence.

An hour later, he lit a third cigarette.

He looked at the last cigarette in the cigarette pack and shook his head. It would be hard to endure it once he finished smoking.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he came to the metal door and looked at it.

He was thinking about whether he could break open this metal door!

If he really can't stand it anymore, then he will blast open this metal door and fight out!

But what disappointed him was that the metal door was made of steel plates behind two fingers and could not be opened by brute force.

At least, he doesn't have this strength!

"Damn it, Shaoping, right? You came up with this trick to trick me. When I go out, I will throw you in and let you try this feeling!"

Xiao Chen cursed.

And just when Xiao Chen was scolding, Shao Ping also came to the monitoring room.

Xiao Chen's curses came out clearly from the speakers.

Shaoping's eyelids twitched and he looked at Xiao Chen on the screen.

"How is he?"

"Shao Bureau, I'm afraid the time will have to be extended."

The Chinese-character face said to Shaoping.

"oh?"

Shaoping was a little surprised and looked at Xiao Chen carefully.

"It seems like he's in pretty good condition."

"Um."

The Chinese character nodded.

"He still has a cigarette, but I don't think he can last long."

"cigarette?"

Shaoping frowned slightly, looked at the screen carefully and saw a cigarette.

"Well, he diverted his attention through cigarettes, and also the effect of nicotine."

The Chinese character face simply explained a few words.

"So that's it."

Shaoping nodded.

"No matter what, we don't have much time left."

"Well, he'll be smoking this soon."

The Chinese-character face said firmly.

In almost half an hour, Xiao Chen lit the last one.

He held a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the camera in the upper left corner, and slowly... raised a middle finger.

Seeing Xiao Chen raise his middle finger, Shao Ping's face looked a little ugly.

It's been more than twenty hours, and he's still so arrogant?

However, he had no good solution. Once the person was imprisoned, everything was out of his control.

We can only let nature take its course!

"Keep an eye on it!"

Shaoping said something to Guozixian and left again.

Soon, Xiao Chen finished smoking his last cigarette and threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

"Is there anyone? How about we chat?"

Xiao Chen sat on the ground, looked at the camera, and said loudly.

"..."

The Chinese-character face said nothing. If he had spoken, he would have been deceived.

After Xiao Chen said a few words in a row, he saw that no one was paying attention, so he didn't bother to say anything anymore.

But he knew that someone was definitely watching on the other side of the camera.

I don't know how much time passed, but Xiao Chen's state became manic and restless.

After he walked around the metal room twice, he punched the wall.

boom.

A dull sound came out, the wall was not damaged, and a pain came from Xiao Chen's fist.

He looked down and didn't pay attention.

"Soon."

The Chinese-character face looked at Xiao Chen, showing a bit of joy.

He looked at the time and saw that it was already night.

In other words, Xiao Chen has been in this confined space for more than twenty-four hours!

As time went by, Xiao Chen's condition worsened, like a trapped beast, roaring.

Although he wanted to control himself, he simply couldn't.

Bang bang.

His fists kept hitting the metal door, trying to break out.

However, even if his fists bled, the metal door was not shaken.

"Quickly, go and inform Bureau Shao that Xiao Chen can't hold on any longer."

The Chinese-character face said to his subordinates.

"yes."

The men nodded and left in a hurry.

Soon, Shaoping came.

"Did he say that?"

"Not yet, but soon. He will collapse in half an hour at most."

The Chinese character said with a smile.

"Okay, great!"

Shaoping nodded and smiled.

Just when the two of them were expecting Xiao Chen to reveal the whereabouts of the Xuanyuan Knife, the smiles on their faces disappeared.

"What is he doing?"

Shaoping stared at Xiao Chen on the screen and asked.

"I...he seems..."

The Chinese-character face was shocked, how could this be possible!

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Chapter 3~

As I was writing and writing, I suddenly wondered, has this confined space ever been written in an old book? It's a bit familiar, but I can't remember it clearly. Old friends, have you ever written about it?