Chapter 291 Imprisonment

Camp bonfire.

Dean was like an ordinary hiker, eating, drinking and making new friends.

The noise was coming to an end.

Finally someone came over: "Hello, I'm Jimmy, alone?"

Jimmy was a thin white young man, wearing glasses, with a warm smile, and looked gentle.

"Yes."

Dean clinked his beer can with the other party: "I thought the one who chatted with me tonight was a girl, but it turned out to be a handsome guy."

"Haha." Jimmy smiled knowingly and began to introduce some interesting routes around.

As they chatted.

Dean's beer was already empty.

Seeing this, Jimmy took out a new can and handed it over: "By the way, I have a small temporary group here. If you are interested, we can set off together tomorrow, which is safer."

Dean didn't seem to be very wary. He took the beer and took a big sip. He wondered: "The signal here is very good, and there are no large beasts. Even if we encounter danger, we should be able to get rescue in time, right?"

"That's true, but after all, it won't be so boring with so many people, and there are two good girls in our team." As he said, Jimmy greeted the distance, and several men and women smiled and waved to them.

"It's really good, my tent is here, you can..."

Dean's eyes lit up, but when he pointed to his tent, it was like a machine with a power outage, the sound gradually became smaller, and the beer can in his hand fell to the ground and slowly fell down.

Looking at the fallen Dean, Jimmy smiled coldly, poured all his beer on Dean, and murmured: "Man, sometimes, people are more dangerous than beasts."

Wait until Dean was full of alcohol.

He turned around and said to the group he had just pulled together: "Guys, this guy can't drink much. Come on, let's take him to a place where he can rest, otherwise he will catch a cold."

"Jimmy, you are really kind-hearted."

A girl with a young face ran over ahead of her companions.

She had some feelings for this boy she just met and didn't want to miss an opportunity to be alone.

The two of them tried to lift Dean, who was full of alcohol, from the left and right.

They tried hard.

Dean on the ground only raised his upper body slightly, and fell down again because the two of them didn't have enough strength.

"Is this guy made of stone? So heavy?"

The girl shook her hand with some doubt.

She was not a spoiled person, but when she pulled Dean, she felt like she was pulling a stone statue, solid and heavy, not like a real person.

"Maybe he is a robot with alloy bones in his body."

Jimmy shrugged and joked.

Finally, Jimmy called two more people, and the four of them lifted their hands and feet, and finally they struggled to throw the extremely heavy Dean into the tent he had built.

The bonfire party was at the end.

Some men and women who knew each other or just met walked into the grove outside the camp tacitly..

No one would care about a drunk person.

The next day.

After a night of hangover and hard work, Jimmy and his temporary companions got up and prepared to find Dean, who they just met yesterday, to climb the mountain together. After they went there, they were surprised to find that the tent where Dean was was gone.

"Where is that guy?"

A boy who helped to lift Dean yesterday hugged his girlfriend who he just met, and his face was a little unhappy.

Even if you leave independently, at least say hello!

Most of the others also expressed dissatisfaction.

Jimmy hurriedly smiled and smoothed things over: "It should be that we got up too late, and he was too lazy to wait for us, so he set off alone. Okay, guys, pack up, we should set off, don't let this matter affect your mood"

When he spoke, his face was full of gentle smiles.

Because Jimmy knew that five thousand dollars was already in hand!

When leaving the camp.

Jimmy's companions vaguely heard someone discussing that in the morning, a rescue helicopter came and took away a poor guy who broke his leg while climbing the mountain in the dark last night.

This made them feel a little more favorable about the perfect protection here.

What a good place!

Two masked men struggled to throw a sleeping man to the cold concrete floor, picked up the shackles and locked his feet.

"FK, this bastard is really heavy!"

"Not only heavy, but also sleeping very soundly. I thought I had to give him a shot to calm him down."

"He has a strong body and can probably be sold for a lot of money."

Clang~

Accompanied by the sound of the iron cage being locked, the chatter gradually faded away.

When there was no movement.

Dean slowly opened his eyes and stood up to look around.

This seemed to be a factory building built of cement, but it was deliberately made into a partition room for squat toilets. Steel bars were installed outside each partition room, and the configuration looked like a prison.

There is a toilet and a fragrant toilet paper roll inside.

There is a retractable tray against the wall, which should be used to collect food.

The floor is clean, the quilt looks good, and even a not-too-thick Simmons mattress is thoughtfully laid on the bed.

If it weren't for the thick chain on the foot, people who woke up would probably mistake this for a prison-themed hotel room.

The room opposite Dean's is vacant.

However, through the not-so-thick cement block, he heard a slight cry from the cubicle on his right.

Dean stood up and stretched.

It’s not easy to pretend to be dizzy all the way.

He actually didn't realize that there was something wrong with the beer that Jimmy gave him yesterday. All the wine was sent into the subspace the moment he entered it, and he was just pretending to test it when he fell down.

Turns out there's something really wrong with that guy.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, someone came in, dragged him away, pretended to be an injured person, packed up his tent and saluted, and took him directly to the foot of the mountain by helicopter and drove him away.

The entire shipping process.

Dean's hands and feet were restricted.

If he wasn't conscious and had the subspace as a guarantee, he really wouldn't dare to take such a risk.

Move your hands and feet a little.

Dean knocked on the cement wall next to him: "Hey, you crybaby, can you hear me?"

The neighbor seemed not to have expected that Dean, who had just been sent here, would be in this state. After a moment of silence, he said in a hoarse voice: "Aren't you scared?"

This is a female voice. Judging from the voice, she should be young. There is fear in her words.

Dean turned his bare hands into a special wire and said casually while picking the lock: "It's useless to be afraid. When did you send it here? Do you know what this place is for?"

"I don't know where this is, and I don't know how long I've been here, but it should be more than a month." The female neighbor estimated that no one had chatted with her for a long time, and her mood was more stable: "You were also sent here because you called an ambulance. ”

"Call an ambulance?"

Dean paused: "You mean, you called an ambulance and ended up being sent here?"

It seems that this Gaoyaozi gang has other kidney channels.

"Yes, I lived alone, and I had an appendicitis attack. I had to call an ambulance. Unexpectedly, after I got in the car, I was put on a breathing mask and passed out. When I woke up, my appendix was healed, but I was also locked up here. ”

Seeing Dean's confusion, the woman explained:

"There are people who come here, like me, who just called an ambulance and were sent here. There are also people who were knocked unconscious while climbing and there are also unlucky ones who just had an affair and were sent here. Including Several nearby cities.

However, most people were taken away soon after being imprisoned.

The neighbors around me changed several times, but for some reason, I was always locked up. Besides having no freedom, no one came to harm me. "

Click~

Accompanied by a small sound.

The shackles on Dean's feet were opened.

The walkways are monitored.

Dean retracted the wire and sat cross-legged on the ground: "Are you scared?"

"Aren't you afraid?"

The female neighbor became emotional: "There is no contact with the outside world. People around me disappear one by one. You don't even know whether they are imprisoning people for torture or doing some evil medical experiments. It feels like someone is holding a revolver on your head." , every time you pull the trigger, you will be scared to death. If you don’t go out, I will go crazy!”

Said.

Bang bang bang~

The sound of chains hitting the wall came from next door.

next moment.

What's up~

Dean heard the distinct sound of electricity flowing.

The irritable female neighbor was also sedated by electric shock and made no movement.

Good guy.

It turns out that the anklets on their feet are connected to electric current!

This paragraph will be revised in ten minutes, sorry.

Dean could deal with the anklets, but he couldn't break through the iron bars under the watchful eyes of the surveillance cameras.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

When he came here, he dropped the locators one by one along the way.

Just wait for rescue.

Of course, during this period, if some idiot was ready to come in to draw blood or check his body for matching, Dean would not continue to waste time.

After all, there was an anomaly in the town. I don’t know how long it took for the gang to discover it.

Ending it early can avoid some bloody things happening.

This process did not last long.

Shortly after the female neighbor was electrocuted.

Two men wearing pig head hoods pushed a pile of things to Dean's single room and opened the iron door indifferently.

Not giving Dean a chance to speak.

One of them directly pressed a button.

next moment.

An electric current was transmitted along the anklet to Dean's body, causing his muscles to lock up and enjoy the pleasure of electric shock.

Downed Dean.

The two skillfully took out the tools from the cart and prepared to start drawing blood.

The electric shock equipment here has been professionally debugged to ensure that the person who is shocked will be in a weak and weak state for the next few minutes.

Sudden.

The person who grabbed Dean's palm and tried to puncture with the needle frowned under the pig-head mask.

"What's wrong?"

The accomplice was a little dissatisfied and said: "Don't be ink. I want to enjoy the girl No. 104 later. She has already been matched, and there is not much time left for us to enjoy it."

This is one of their perks.

The most suitable organs for matching are actually those men and women in their teens. People at this age generally have not developed any bad habits and their organs are very healthy.

However, the impact of missing teenagers is relatively large.

So they mostly target young people who like mountain climbing.

The captured women will be sent to other things first, and only those who are worthless will be sent to them, so there are not many targets for them to enjoy.

"This guy's skin is a bit hard, it feels like cowhide."

The man with the needle wanted to say something.

Suddenly, his eyes under the pig head mask widened, as if he saw something incredible!