He was soaked until dawn. In the endless stench and torture, his skin was soaked in feces, and various rashes appeared on his body. He did not sleep all night, thinking about the next countermeasures.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

This was the only answer he could think of.

So he tried his best to climb out of the septic tank at night, wiped the feces from his body with his close-fitting clothes and long-dressing pants, and only wore a school uniform jacket. He bypassed the surveillance, searched through the garbage cans on the entire campus, found half a ruler, and returned to the bored room.

He still has a long way to go, and every step he next is a dangerous chess, and he will die for a lifetime.

Li Weiyin turned his head and looked at the child huddled in the corner. The child stared at him in the darkness and did not dare to speak.

Li Weiyin ignored him and rubbed the small piece of carbon fiber strip on his hand little by little with the wall, grinding one side very thin, like a knife with a blade.

Then, he grabbed a strand of hair on his forehead and started cutting it with carbon fiber strips from the root.

It took him nearly an hour to trim his long hair that had already passed his eyebrows into a bad short inch.

Another day passed. After all, the instructors of Kanglong Academy did not see Li Weiyin. The mountain captain took the time to hold an emergency meeting to discuss the matter, and ordered all instructors to retrieve the people within a week, and sent one-third of the instructors to take turns to search the surrounding county towns.

The form has become increasingly severe. It is like a storm coming, dark clouds are pressing on the top.

When I entered the night, when I was in the detention building, the intermittent radio ringtones came from outside the confinement building. It was "Farewell" written by Li Shutong. The child in the bored room started to cry again, and Li Weiyin beat him mercilessly.

Instructor Qian saw this scene with his own eyes, but he didn't have a deep impression of the boy with short hair, so he ignored it.

Six other people in the same boring room gathered together and looked at the beaten children coldly. They didn't like crybaby who made people feel broken. They couldn't even save themselves, let alone help others.

There are three days left before the group of freshmen in the bored room are "released from prison".
Chapter completed!