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29 Killing intent

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    The rabbit didn't completely give Ye Zi freedom.  Ye Zi could indeed wander around the room at will, but he couldn't go out - he was restrained by ankle chains.  The shackles bound the legs, making it impossible to take long strides when walking, and there was a loud noise. In the middle of the iron chains, there was a rather long chain tied directly to the birdcage, which meant that if this chain was not removed, Ye Zi  Can't escape.

    After being released from the cage for a month, Ye Zi gradually learned some information that would be helpful for his escape¡ª¡ª

    Rabbit said that when he was ten years old, he had rescued him in a storm and brought him to this room.  In fact, I don't have a deep impression of this incident, I just remember running a long, long distance on the muddy road.  If I remember correctly, this place is deep in the mountains, and it only takes about two hours to run to the bottom of the mountain.

    The most urgent task now is the phone call.  In fact, this is not a particularly deserted place, maybe you can meet other people within a short distance.  The evidence for this is that the rabbits go out every two days and come back in two or three hours with ingredients in their hands.  This shows that there are shops not far away, and it may be a small town.

    Regarding the key, it is not difficult.  The key to the birdcage is in the rabbit's trouser pocket.  He hung the shackles and the key to the door around his neck.  Rabbits usually sleep lightly, so I'm afraid they won't succeed.  But once he has experienced an intense situation/event, he will sleep deeply, and this is the most suitable opportunity to escape.

    The day Ye Zi decided to escape was already early autumn.

    It was early morning.  He successfully removed the shackles and opened the door.

    When he felt the oncoming cold wind, his whole body trembled with excitement.  He ran forward recklessly, but was a little surprised to find that he couldn't run anymore: his whole body was quite heavy, and he was panting after only a few steps.  He looked at his hands with some doubts, and looked at himself on the pool.

    He hasn't looked in the mirror for too long.

    So when he looked at himself like this, he was taken aback.

    His skin was extremely pale, and his eyes were black and bloodshot.  He no longer had the figure and muscles he once had. His legs had been bound for a long time, and he had been lying in bed for a long time, which caused his legs to degenerate, extremely weak, and there were bruises and red marks on his ankles.

    What made him unbearable the most was what overflowed from his body

    He felt that he was not a man at all, but a monster!

    Dirty to death, dirty to death!  !

    It's disgusting!  !  !

    He took off his clothes, jumped into the water, and washed himself.  Of course, no matter how you clean it, it's useless.  In fact, even if he was locked in a small room, he often took a bath.  He knew that what was really dirty was not his appearance, but his corrupted heart.  So no matter how much you wash it, those dirty parts are still there

    Later, he rationally told him that the most important thing now is not to take a bath, but to escape, and to find someone to borrow the phone!

    He put on his clothes and continued to run.

    Went through the woods, climbed over the brambles, slipped and fell on the mossy rocks several times.

    I don't know how long it took, but he finally saw someone.

    It was an old man who was chopping wood, with a dog behind him.

    Ye Zi only hesitated for a moment, then walked towards him.

    The process went smoothly, the old man heard Ye Zi's words, and hurriedly took Ye Zi home.

    It was a stone house, and the old man's wife enthusiastically brought Ye Zi a bowl of hot soup. After hearing what Ye Zi had experienced, she quickly took out an old-fashioned mobile phone from the room and asked him to call his relatives.

    Ye Zi dialed his mother's phone number.

    Beepbeepbeep

    Ye Zi's heart was pounding, and finally, finally, after hearing his mother's "Hello", tears welled up in his eyes.

    "Mom! It's me!"

    He growled, but found that his voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

    The mother immediately asked loudly, obviously very anxious and pleasantly surprised: "Azi? Is it you? Ah, my child, where are you?? Oh my godit's been two monthsthey all say youall say  you¡­¡­"

    The mother over there began to cry, and the voice was intermittent.

    "I'm fine! I'm in the mountains, probably in the northern suburbs"

    Before Ye Zi could speak, he heard a violent noise, followed by dogs barking one after another.

    Then, the phone was disconnected and the signal was gone.

    The old man frowned: "What's going on outside?"

    Old aunt: "Go out and take a look (go out and take a look)."

    "Don't!At night, no one came to him.  Maybe they found the wrong place, Ye Zi thought so.

    When I was in extreme despair, I thought about suicide.  But he didn't, he couldn't just give up everything like this.

    He began to secretly write a diary, and when he was done, he put it in a box and buried it in the soil.  Every few days, he will write once.  He sometimes jokes about himself, thinking that this kind of behavior is really similar to Robinson Crusoe's behavior of writing down the date on the rock, at least it can give him some hope.

    His diary is not long, usually just a few sentences.

    November 15

    Today I saw a dead sparrow, probably frozen to death.  How silly, why not fly to a warmer place?

    November 21

    Yesterday we went for a walk.  When I was walking, I suddenly had an urge, I wanted to take advantage of him not paying attention, suddenly run up, run up, jump off the cliff and fall into the lake.  But I didn't do that because the water was too cold and I was afraid of the cold.

    November 22

    I need to save myself.

    November 25

    Failed.  What the hell is wrong with me, why does such a simple thing fail.  How cowardly have I become?

    November 28

    Failed again.

    December 5th

    I found out, I dare not.  I took the knife and sat behind his back.  He was sleeping with his back to me, and I knew he was asleep.  One stab and he's dead, and I'm free.  It should be such a simple thing But, I don't have any strength at all, I don't even dare!  And I always feel that he knows everything, he has been watching me!  He is looking at me!

    (There are a lot of sentences written down and crossed out, which looks very messy)

    December 8

    Sure enough!  He can see can see!

    Before the knife touched him, he had already made a sound.  He turned his back to me and asked 'what are you doing', the voice was horrible.

    He was obviously asleepwhywhyhas he been pretending to be asleep?  !

    I have begun to wonder if he is a man or a ghost, or is he really a demon?  In fact, I really haven't seen his shadow recently, and his face is as pale as a vampire!  By the way, I found that there are some strange little creatures in this house. They are always looking at me in the dark, and occasionally talking to me.  They are my friends.

    They told me I had to get his gun and I was supposed to kill him outside.  After all, he knows this house better than me, he has more weapons here, and outside, the possibility of my rescue is also higher, yes, I should give it a try

    December 21st

    The time has finally come.  He promised to take it out hunting tomorrow and I'll have a chance to get the gun.

    Ye Chengxi, just wait, tomorrow, I will kill you¡ª¡ª

    to be continued

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    1 Poe refers to Edgar Allan Poe, an American writer, novelist, poet and critic during the Romantic period.  Famous for detective novels and horror novels.  Representative works "The Fall of the House of Usher" and "The Raven".  Almost all of his works are related to death. He believes that the most beautiful thing in the world is the death of a beautiful woman (nothing was more beautiful than the death of a beautiful woman.)

    Thanks to Sanqian Mochen and Bianfu Xingfu for throwing mines, the next chapter finally enters the climax orz (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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