Chapter 1182

click.

A metal door slowly opened.

"Mr. Xiao, please."

Guozilian said to Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen looked at the face with Chinese characters, then at Shao Ping, and finally his eyes fell on the metal gate.

what is inside?

He thought for a while before going in.

"etc."

Shao Ping spoke up.

"Xiao Chen, let me remind you, there is a camera in the upper left corner, as long as you tell the whereabouts of Xuanyuan Dao, then you can come out."

"Hehe, I want to see and see."

Xiao Chen sneered a few times and strode in.

When he saw everything inside clearly, he couldn't help but startled.

Looking around, the entire room is made of silver metal, including the roof and four walls!

In addition, the entire room is still closed, except for a vent, there are no gaps!

"Mr. Xiao, I'm waiting for your news."

Following Shao Ping's words, the metal door slowly closed.

click.

When the sound came out, Xiao Chen turned his head to look and frowned.

He already vaguely knew what Shao Ping was planning!

According to foreign research, when people are in an absolutely closed space, they have no sense of time and cannot communicate with the outside world. After a while, people's spirits will start to collapse and become manic.

Even, in the end, he would hit the surrounding walls hard, trying to escape from this environment!

After thinking about it one by one, Xiao Chen sneered.

He slowly turned around in this metal space, there were almost no gaps, and it was very quiet, except for his footsteps, there was no sound.

After turning around a few times, he slowly sat on the ground.

"How long do you think he will last?"

In a monitoring room, Shao Ping looked at Xiao Chen on the screen and asked.

"One day."

Guozilian thought for a while and said.

"One day? There's still time!"

Shao Ping showed a smile.

"The longest one, how long has it lasted?"

"Thirty-two hours."

"Well, there will be two days in the capital, which is enough."

Shao Ping nodded.

"Stay here and watch. As long as he tells the whereabouts of Xuanyuan Dao, immediately send someone to get the sword back! When you get the sword back, let him out."

"yes."

Guozilian nodded.

Shao Ping glanced at Xiao Chen on the screen again, turned around and walked out.

Guozilian pulled a chair over, sat down, lit a cigarette, and watched quietly.

He was also curious how long Xiao Chen would last.

He is only twenty-four hours!

He's been there, so he knows what it's like to break down!

In the metal room, Xiao Chen leaned against the metal wall, looking at himself reflected in the opposite wall.

He raised his arm, and he on the metal wall also raised his arm.

"Ah."

Xiao Chen smiled, and slowly closed his eyes.

He also wanted to try if he could really be crushed by this confined environment.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

In the blink of an eye, half a day passed.

And Xiao Chen's state is obviously not as good as when he first came in.

Mainly, in this confined space, he seemed to have lost all external touch.

He also couldn't feel the passage of time.

He even wondered if there was something wrong with his ears?

However, the sound of his strong heartbeat was very clear.

This feeling continued, and sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

Even if he closed his eyes and wanted to sleep, he couldn't fall asleep at all in this environment.

It's so quiet!

Quietly scary!

Xiao Chen opened his eyes and let out a rough breath.

Now, what time is it?

How long has he been in?

It must be night, right?

Xiao Chen glanced at the camera in the upper left corner, thought of something, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath.

As the thick smoke poured into his lung cavity, he was refreshed, and all the uncomfortable feelings disappeared.

In the monitoring room, Guo Zilian looked at the cigarette in Xiao Chen's hand and frowned.

He didn't expect that Xiao Chen still had cigarettes in his pocket!

"Boss, do you want to go in and confiscate his cigarettes?"

A subordinate next to him asked.

Guozilian hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "No need."

He wasn't sure if Xiao Chen would explode and hurt others if he let his subordinates in.

Moreover, once the door is opened, the previous time will be considered useless.

Xiao Chen finished smoking one cigarette, and when he was about to light another one, he noticed that there were only three cigarettes left in the box.

After thinking about it, he didn't continue to smoke, but put it aside.

Immediately, he showed a wry smile. He never expected that one day, he would get to this point, and he would not even be willing to smoke cigarettes.

However, because of a cigarette, his condition is much better than before.

At least, the mania that came from the depths of the soul was suppressed.

He got up and turned around the metal room, trying to make some noise.

In this way, after more than an hour, the feeling of mania reappeared.

"Damn it."

Xiao Chen cursed secretly, but still didn't touch the cigarette, but sat on the ground.

He tried to divert his attention and think about other things.

Like Su Qing, like Su Xiaomeng, like Tong Yan and the others...

One by one, women appeared in his mind, trying to counteract the mania as much as possible.

But when he finished thinking, that manic feeling was like a wave, trying to engulf him.

This surprised him, and he hurried to think about something else.

From Longhai, I thought of foreign countries, and I went backwards a little bit, met one person after another, met the old fortune teller, the Xiao family...

"what!"

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Chen raised his head and roared wildly.

His eyes were red and bloodshot.

He clenched his fists tightly, his veins bulging.

"Almost twenty hours."

In the monitoring room, the square face looked at the time, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

You know, when he was almost twenty hours old, he showed signs of collapse, his consciousness was swallowed by the rage, and he punched and punched the metal wall.

But now, it seems that Xiao Chen's condition is not that bad.

After a while, Xiao Chen picked up the cigarette case, lit it and wrote, suddenly thinking, has the old book been written in this confined space? A little familiar, but can't remember clearly, old friends, have you ever written it?