Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

"So urgent." Jiang Shan sneered, but obviously, the young man didn't care about this sneer at all. In his opinion, Jiang Shan was already dying.

Why do you care so much about someone who is about to die?

"Bang——dang——" Along with the sound, a large black iron door was opened by the armed police with a key, making a huge noise and a smell of decay inside.

Apparently, no one had cleaned it in a long time.

Jiang Shan squinted his eyes, coughed twice, waved his hand and walked in.

There was a light bulb on the left hand side. Jiang Shan pulled the wire down smoothly, but nothing happened.

The armed police came over to take a look, checked it, and said helplessly: "No one has checked here for several years. There is a problem with the light bulb. I will come over to help you replace it in the evening. I will talk about it then. Let's do this for now."

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Jiang Shan nodded and took advantage of the large iron door that had not yet been closed to take stock of the environment of the chat room.

Poor, very poor, very poor.

Jiangshan can only make such an evaluation.

In the image of Jiangshan, a dormitory is generally a room. Even though it is not big, it is not very small, and at least there is a bed for people to rest.

And what about this place? Let alone a bed, I'm afraid Jiang Shan can't even lie down.

Enter through the black gate and go down, there is another iron gate, inside is the real chant.

With a height of about two meters, Jiangshan could hit his head directly in Chengdu when he jumped, but starting from the fence, the width was only a little over one meter!

Jiang Shan opened his hands and could touch the walls on both sides!

One can imagine how small the space inside is.

How to sleep in such a small place? How to rest? Jiang Shan didn't know. He subconsciously wanted to turn around and ask the armed police, but he inadvertently scanned a line of writing on the wall.

The font is very blurry, and it was obviously left on it by a prisoner from many years ago.

It's not Chinese, but the translated meaning is so simple.

Life is worse than death!

Just looking at the four characters painted with blood on the wall, Jiang Shan felt an extremely strong chill!

It is unimaginable what the prisoner must have gone through to have such terrible resentment and fear. Even after so many years, it can still be seen from the vague words on the wall!

At this time, the armed police suddenly closed the door and did not explain anything to Jiang Shan. They seemed to have fled and did not want to stay in this place.

Jiang Shan was startled and smiled faintly, but at this time there was no light and the black door was closed, so no one could see his smile, and he himself couldn't see anything.

After a while, Jiang Shan got used to the darkness, but he found that he still couldn't see anything in this darkness.

It's like a closet space with nothing there, just a cold and damp space.

Jiang Shan leaned against the cold wall inside the cell, using his limbs to feel the boundless darkness here.

The walls were very cold and ice-cold, and Jiang Shan felt that he was at a very bottleneck at this time.

It was very quiet in the hall, so eerily quiet that Jiangshan could only hear his own breathing and heartbeat. He felt as if he was in a boundless, dark universe, and he was like a speck of dust, rising and falling.

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If it weren't for the fact that Jiang Shan could still hear his breathing and heartbeat, he would even doubt whether he was still alive.

It was so quiet, as if Jiangshan was the only person left in the world.

I don't know how the walls of this house are made. Jiang Shan can't hear any sounds from outside at all, and there are no windows inside. The only passage is the black iron men outside.

Closing his eyes, slowing his breathing, Jiang Shan carefully felt the flow of air.

There couldn't be only one passage, this was Jiang Shan's judgment, because otherwise, there wouldn't be enough air circulation and he wouldn't be able to survive at all.

Moreover, when Jiang Shan opened the black iron door before, he smelled a smell of decay, but it was not an exaggeration. After all, this door has not been opened for so many years. It would be strange if the fence was not rusty.

He closed his eyes and felt it carefully, as if his whole body was integrated into it. Jiang Shan raised his head, and in the darkness, he could vaguely see a small hole.

Above, there is a small place, which is connected to the outside and constantly switches the air flow in to prevent people from dying in there due to lack of air.

It's just a pity.

Jiang Shan sighed and found that the small hole above was really a small hole, and it was impossible for a person to pass through.

It just allows air to circulate.

Jiang Shan's original intention was to find a place with good air circulation, and then see if there was a chance to leave from here.

After all, although he didn't know how scary this cell was, the attitude of the prisoners outside, the expressions of the armed police and guards, and the words on the wall just now made Jiang Shan couldn't help but be wary.

It is always right to be fully prepared. Jiangshan is confident, but not arrogant.

Life is worse than death!

Thinking of the words carved in blood on the wall, Jiang Shan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Life is worse than death!

"I won't die, I won't die." Jiang Shan closed his eyes again, sat on the ground, and muttered secretly.

It was so dark and peaceful here that he had nothing to do but rest and feel the flow of the air.

The cold and damp ground was infected by Jiangshan's body temperature in a short period of time.

It was quiet, so quiet that it was maddening. It was okay for a short time, but as the time gradually extended, even Jiangshan gradually felt terrible.

No wonder no one can survive in this place. This feeling of loneliness is really more terrifying than any torture.

It was as if Jiangshan was the only one left in the world. He couldn't feel the change of time, couldn't feel the flow of air, and Jiangshan couldn't even feel whether he was still alive.

Slowly, I don't know how much time passed, but Jiang Shan suddenly felt a little manic in his heart.

It seemed that something was tempting him, tempting him to destroy this tranquility.

Jiang Shan frowned in pain, because he was surprised to find that even he seemed to be unable to control the manic feeling in the center!

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Shan hammered his chest hard.

The heavy sound echoed in this dark space, and the constant responses made Jiangshan feel just a hint of depression in his heart.

It felt very painful and uncomfortable, as if there was a huge stone pressing on his chest and there was no way to remove it. The pressure made it difficult for him to breathe smoothly and his heartbeat couldn't beat!

"No wonder, no wonder." Jiang Shan said to himself, breaking the silence, suddenly opened his eyes, and said coldly: "Sure enough, he is going crazy."

If you turn on the light at this time and there is light, you can see that Jiangshan's eyes are blood red!