Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

After the prescribed prison visit 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 you cannot distinguish between day and night.

When Yun Si was taken out of the prison, the scorching sunshine hit her face.

The light was very strong, covering the body like a warm blanket.

Outside the prison, the dense forest stood still, and the chirping of cicadas from nowhere filled the sky.

A breeze blew, but it was like a wave of heat and there was no coolness at all.

The entire land seems to be in a dry desert. The hot sun can peel off a layer of skin on the body after being exposed to it for a long time.

When she came out of prison, Yun Si felt a little chill.

But as soon as I met the noon sun, I felt hot instantly.

She carried her backpack and quickly boarded the military vehicle that was already waiting there.

The mission of the military vehicle is to take her away, and during this process, Yun Si needs to cover her eyes.

The second before Yun Si's eyes were covered with black cloth, she could still see the special forces standing in a row under the hot sun.

They carried dozens of kilograms of firearms on their backs and wore heavy body armor. Their foreheads were covered with sweat, but they remained motionless.

The tanned skin and the cold face guard this place meticulously, as if they will stay with this cage until the end of the world.

After Yun Si put on the black cloth, she said nothing.

Close your eyes and think back carefully.

The recorder he held in his hand slowly returned to his pocket.

Soon, the military vehicle left the Tesmela Mental Hospital and headed for the nearest urban area.

at this time,

Tesmela prison.

In the dim light, a man with his long legs crossed, one hand hanging down, slowly flipping through the book on it, it was eerily quiet.

The pure white paper of the book flaps like the wings of a butterfly, and a cool breeze falls.

He seemed a little bored, but also seemed to be thinking about some new and fun game.

The cold, white fingers seemed to be made of cold jade, without a trace of warmth.

His eyelids were drooped, his eyebrows were as gentle as water, and his lips were brightly colored, revealing the slightest trace of beauty.

As he sat there quietly, there were obviously no ropes binding him, but he looked like a shackled devil, dangerous and cunning.

There is no sun or bright incandescent lights in the prison, so it is dark and cool everywhere, just like a prison in hell.

He was in hell, restrained by such a small cell, with copper walls and iron walls, not even a small ant could crawl in.

The man tapped his finger on the table and seemed to sigh.

Not in a hurry, not slowly, it seemed that the invisible shackles on his body were shattered a little bit.

He raised his eyes and looked at the camera monitoring him. The excited and scarlet smile at the corners of his lips slowly deepened.

The gentle and elegant eyebrows are hidden under the glasses, adding a bit more bookishness.

He raised his hand and made a simple gesture to the camera.

It seemed to be done accidentally, with a bit of carelessness.

But soon, the prison guard came 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 up his glasses, and said slowly,

"Tell the president that I have changed my mind about the surgery and that I am willing to do it for him."

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