Zhao Lu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage almost bursting from his chest, tidied up his slightly disordered collar due to agitation, and walked inside with a stern face.
Inside the door, the light suddenly dimmed, as if stepping into another world.
The air was filled with a distinct prison scent, mixed with the odors of old metal, disinfectant, dust, and an indescribable oppressiveness and despair.
The smell was not strong, but it was pervasive, making one feel suffocating psychologically.
Above, a sparrow circled and fluttered, but dared not land.
The rooftop of the Second Prison was covered with wire mesh and charged with high voltage 24 hours a day.
A sparrow might squeeze through the mesh gaps, but if it did, its flying skills would be too conspicuous.
Ahead, a figure approached unhurriedly; it was Liu Yi, who had recently returned. He scrutinized the two unexpected guests.
