974 Prison 3

or a bit, we can grab the necessary equipment and go take a look, confirm exactly what she brought home."Lily." Seeing her about to leave, I couldn't help but remind her, "You probably shouldn't go b...Who is this person How can they be so violent

He was chained to the floor and walls, his limbs completely immobile, only his head having a slight degree of movement.

As I got closer, I saw that he was chained all over. And then… a iron hook pierced through his collarbone!

What was just on my back of my hand, was his blood.

The collarbone shackle, a torture device used in the past to confine individuals. This cruel tool involved piercing the victim's collarbone with an iron hook to secure them.

Most of my fear dissipated. I raised my hand and sniffed the blood on my palm. It smelled slightly metallic, but his blood was cold.

“I didn’t mean any harm, I was caught too,” I backed away a few steps, trying to talk to him.

He didn't respond, just breathing heavily. After a while, I noticed his breath was shallow and weak, like a spent arrow, barely clinging to life.

The warning sound didn't last long before fading away.

It's no wonder that as soon as I stop moving, he immediately stops warning me. He must want to conserve his energy as much as possible, right

So, he is conscious

Once I thought of this, most of the fear in my heart dissipated.

"I'm a victim too, do you understand" I kept a safe distance and pointed at my nose.

The other party definitely couldn't see it, but he was surrounded by a cold and eerie atmosphere. A strange smell seeped out from his wounds, thread by thread.

From afar, you can barely feel the atmosphere and scent, but within three feet, this unusual aura makes me very sensitive.

This is a strange medicine mixed into the blood, and using this method of going through the collarbone to lock this person here, it shows that this person is very "special", he may also be an "important figure" who needs to be transported to Bihai Manor.

If that's the case, could I perhaps find an ally to help me figure out a way to escape

“ ...Don’t attack me, I was also captured by the Dragon King, but he didn’t bind me with shackles around my collarbone… I’ll pull out the hook for you and bandage your wound, please don’t bite me, okay” I almost whispered in a plea.

If he were a normal, communicative person, that would be fine. But if he's lost his mind, I won't save him. Let him fend for himself. I'll hide in the other corner and just get through this time.

"Huuuh..." The sound grew fainter, but the strange smell at my nose became stronger.

I had a drop of his blood on the back of my hand. I lowered my head and sniffed it. The blood was mixed with a strange scent. This person's current state was unusual, he wasn't just weak and ferocious because of the wound that pierced through his collarbone.

The collarbone is unprotected by muscle, only meridians, blood vessels, and thin skin. With just two small hooks, this "torture" can be performed. It's not difficult to extract either.

Although there's no disinfectant here, he's already like this. As long as we press on the pressure points and bandage the bleeding, he should be able to hold on for a while.

If it were a wound that had cut into a blood vessel, I definitely wouldn't dare to move it around, but since he was able to support himself even after his collarbone was pierced, it means the vital blood vessels weren't harmed.

I dragged the tattered pillow over and shook out the cotton and feathers. I tore it into strips with my teeth.

"I took the hook off for you, understand Nod if you understand..." I whispered to him.

It's too dark in here, I can't even see him when he nods, but I'm so scared... If it was a living person, or another victim like me, I could at least find some courage. But if it's a raging lunatic trapped with me, how am I supposed to figure out an escape plan

And the guard outside was just surprised that I'm still alive after being in this room, which means this room is dangerous — and the danger comes from this imprisoned freak.

I took a brave step forward and tentatively crouched down to touch his calf.

This is the hardest place to attack, it's all chained up, on the floor and on the walls, holding this person tight.

His calves were slender but muscular. Judging by the length of his leg bones, I estimated his height to be around 170 centimeters, not exceeding 175. His leg muscles were powerful and his body was lean and wiry. He should be able to bear the pain of being hooked.

The problem is he doesn't go crazy and bite me, how should I communicate better

"...I know how to stop the bleeding. Let me get that hook out for you, okay" I whispered.

"Whew... whew..."

"Don't bite me."

"Phew..."

He seemed to understand The warning voice got softer, should I try it

I reached out and lightly touched his arm—it was all chained up, bound tight.

A doctor's hands are different from ordinary people's, my fellow students. No matter how big or small their hands are, whether their fingers are strong and slender or round and plump, the "force" in their fingers is very flexible.

This flexibility is cultivated through years of practice. The pressure is just right, giving a feeling of warmth and softness. It's the kind of force that most relaxes the other person.

He seemed to have given up his vigilance, tortured as he was, he didn't even have the energy to maintain a long enough warning for me.

"...I'll take this point first. I can press on the acupoint and keep the bleeding down, so don't worry." I tried to bolster my own courage, reaching out to touch his left collarbone and immediately withdrawing my hand.

He seemed to hang his head and didn't say another word.

I held a strip of cloth in one hand and was about to press on his cervical pressure point with the other.

I intentionally avoided his direct gaze, fearing a sudden outburst. His mouth was not sealed shut; he was just mentally incapacitated and lacked the strength to speak.

When I pulled the hook out, I discovered that his flesh and blood were stuck to it! This means he’d been treated this way for at least several days. Can he really withstand this!

The wound has already clotted, so moving the needle is like tearing it open. Won't that hurt

I hesitated for a moment, that moment completely unprepared, my hand pausing in front of him for a fleeting instant.

He suddenly opened his mouth, his neck stiffly turning!

It bit my wrist!

The force was immense, pain surging through me instantly, bringing tears to my eyes. A scream tore from my throat, startling the two people outside the door.

"Damn it... I told you he'd die! What do we do Should we go take a look If he's dead, aren't we the ones who get blamed!"

"There's a monster in there! Its breath is poisonous! If we go in, we'll die too!"

"What are we going to do! This is the only hidden compartment that can escape inspection—"

"First, open the vents! We need to find some respirators..."

The sound of panicked footsteps outside made me cover my mouth, trying to stifle the pain. Tears streamed down my face, soaking my hands and back.

Suddenly, a mechanism on the wall behind me whirred to life, sliding open a wooden panel. Moonlight spilled out from behind it.

A few strands of faint, cold light allowed me to see the person in front of me.

He loosened his teeth slightly, and my wrist was bitten raw by his forceful bite... He was sucking hard… blood

Does he need water Or does he need blood

He breathes with poison Will I be poisoned by him

"...What kind of monster are you" Despair began to grip me; I figured this was the end for me.

Hiss… hiss…

He sucked hard on my wrist, his messy hair falling as a pair of eyes, hollow and black like the devil's, slowly lifted...

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Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! the gates themselves were festooned with countless charms and locks, giving an air of solemn grandeur and a palpable sense of inescapable doom.This cell must be for holding special people... no, spec...