Hong Kong film: Forever, a killer with amazing skills

Let alone being locked up for ten days or half a month.

Even three to five days can drive a person crazy!

but;

Solitary confinement is a severe punishment. Even in Stanley Prison, prison guards rarely use such punishment on prisoners unless a prisoner has committed a serious offense and is put in solitary confinement to reflect on their actions.

Prisoners usually can't stand being locked in solitary confinement for two or three days and start screaming in pain.

After being released, he was completely dejected and it took him a long time to recover.

After that, the criminals will become very well-behaved and will most likely not cause any more trouble.

However, if it were in an earlier year...

In Hong Kong, some prisons still retain even more terrifying cells, such as water dungeons.

Water dungeons are an enhanced version of solitary confinement.

The cells were in the water, about one meter deep, and the space was even smaller than solitary confinement. They were also underground, with prison guards only occasionally patrolling above.

Prisoners locked in the water dungeon would fall ill and die within a day or two.

Even if you have a strong will and plenty of energy, and manage to stay afloat, you can't hold on for very long.

After all, people need to sleep, and when you're sleeping, you can't possibly stay up there without falling off.

therefore;

During those dark years in Hong Kong, the water dungeon was a place feared by countless prisoners.

As times changed, the existence of water dungeons was recognized as an inhumane form of torture.

Therefore, it was banned.

(acaa) However, I have heard that in some foreign countries, traditional prisons such as water dungeons are still preserved.

It remains the ultimate nightmare for countless prisoners!

...

Dang Dang Dang~!

"97044, get up and eat!"

In his solitary cell, Peng Yixing, who was lying on his bed staring blankly at the ceiling, sat up when he heard the sound and looked coldly at the prison guard outside.

"Time to eat. There will be many more days like this in the future, so get used to it slowly."

The prison guard pushed the food in from under the cell door and sighed as he looked at Peng Yixing, whose face was expressionless.

In fact, most police officers or prison guards do not dislike or hate these vigilantes.

However, from a legal perspective, they did indeed break the law.

So even if they feel some sympathy for the other person, they can only offer them small favors in minor ways.

For example, tonight's dinner.

Peng Yixing gets a chicken leg for dinner, a privilege not afforded to other prisoners.

You'd be lucky to have a piece of meat thinner than paper.

Want some more chicken drumsticks?

You're dreaming!

"Thank you."

Peng Yixing looked at the prison guard who had turned and left, and said thank you.

Then he went over, picked up his dinner, and sat on the bed to eat.

The dinners in prison are naturally not as good as those outside. When Peng Yixing was Li Gongzi's bodyguard, he not only received a generous monthly salary, but also ate delicacies.

And now;

The rice was the cheap, coarse kind, and it was even a little undercooked.

The vegetables were leftovers from the market, or even rotten vegetable leaves that were thrown away and boiled before being served to the prisoners.

The only chicken leg was probably from the prison guards' meals; it was relatively normal, not some kind of zombie meat or anything like that.

However, the food was not tasty.

But Peng Yixing still finished all the food, bite by bite.

He knew that once he went to prison, life wouldn't be as easy as it was outside.

In particular, his identity meant that he could not possibly associate with the prisoners in the prison. Even if he were willing, the other prisoners would not allow it!

so;

Cherish the days you have now.

Once he gets out of solitary confinement, his time in prison will only become more unbearable!

And he's only twenty-nine years old.

Assuming I can live to be eighty years old.

That means he'll have to stay in this prison for another fifty-one years!

of course!

It's also possible that he wouldn't even make it to that point and would have been tortured to death.

late at night;

Peng Yixing lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling of the cell, seemingly lost in thought.

He can't sleep.

It's not that he's picky about beds; in fact, he used to be able to fall asleep even on cold cement floors.

But tonight... he can't sleep!

When Peng Yixing closes his eyes, he thinks of his girlfriend, the promises they made to each other, the wedding they plan to have next year, and the children they will have in the future.

He thought a lot.

With his mind filled with so many chaotic thoughts, he couldn't fall asleep at all.

So he simply sat up, intending to look at the moonlight outside, hoping it might calm him down.

No sooner had Peng Yixing sat up than the lights in the corridor outside suddenly began to flicker.

Then he noticed a white mist spreading across the corridor floor, gradually enveloping the entire area of ​​the prison.

Visibility was severely impaired in the white fog.

Even things a meter away are not clearly visible; you can only see a rough outline.

Beyond two meters, you really can't see anything.

The vast expanse of white made Peng Yixing frown.

This is very unusual!

Because this is indoors, not outdoors, it gets very foggy.

Moreover;

The white fog came too quickly.

It took only two or three minutes to go from nothing to this level.

This is completely unscientific!

Peng Yixing had a vague, ominous premonition.

I always felt that all of this was related to me.

At this time;

Peng Yixing suddenly heard a sound.

It's the sound of someone whistling!

The whistling tune was unfamiliar; it wasn't any song Peng Yixing had ever heard before.

But the whistling was getting closer and closer, coming little by little from the left side of the corridor.

Subconsciously, Peng Yixing picked up the only plastic stool next to him, using it as a weapon for self-defense.

Although this thing may not be effective.

But this was the only thing he could use as a weapon.

It's better than fighting empty-handed, right?

Just as Peng Yixing was cautiously looking outside.

suddenly!

The whistling has stopped!

"Gone?"

Peng Yixing looked outside in surprise.

But the thick fog prevented him from seeing anything.

Strangely, why haven't any prison guards come over after all this time?

Don't they find the situation here very strange?

"What are you looking for?"

Just as Peng Yixing was hesitating whether to go over and shout to see if he could call the prison guards over, a deep voice suddenly came from behind him.

He turned around abruptly, holding the stool in his hands in front of him as a shield.

Woohoo——!

It felt as if a gust of wind had blown by.

The thick fog in Peng Yixing's cell was blown away.