This practice naturally caused Dean to be beaten up. He resisted and was dragged out by more jailers. He was tortured until he was dying and thrown back to the prison.
Another six months passed.
The jailers gradually became too lazy to pay attention to a madman like Dean. It was not interesting to torture a madman. The painful moans in their ears did not have the slightest sense of accomplishment. If Dean was not occasionally stable and could barely work, they would be too lazy to send food to Dean and let him fend for himself.
At night.
After dinner, there was a burst of moaning in the cell again.
In a dark and damp cell behind the corridor, Dean was squatting in front of the urinal. However, his squatting posture was reversed. In this way, the feces would accumulate in the urinal and need to be flushed down with water.
On the steel pillars outside his cage, torn straw mats and bedding distributed during the black snow season were scattered in a mess. After all, this was the lake prison. During the black snow season, the air was extremely cold. If the bedding was not distributed, the prisoners who ate little and were often tortured would almost die.
At this moment, the bedding was scattered on the steel column, but it formed a wonderful angle, blocking his urinal and bathing position.
Therefore, unless they deliberately looked close to the gap, no one would know what Dean was doing in front of the cesspool.
They saw Dean squatting in front of the urinal with his head down. One of his hands touched the bottom of his buttocks and kept digging. At the same time, he took a deep breath. After a moment, sparse feces came out. Because he ate little, almost all of it was water. However, a long hard object fell out of the feces.
Dean looked around. The darkness did not affect his vision. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he immediately grabbed the object and washed it in the bucket next to him. It was a piece of beast skin that had been corroded to the point of being tattered. It was tied tightly by a rope made of thick linen thread. He untied the rope and shook off the half-digested skin and flesh. A sharp knife fell from the inside.
Dean picked up the knife and immediately snorted a few times. Then he roared and cursed incoherently.
As he cursed, he bent down and quickly moved the urinal away. The inlaid areas around the urinal had long been cut open, but when he lifted it up, it would still make a sound, but it was covered by his cursing.
At the same time, Dean drilled into a small path behind the urinal. He gradually stopped cursing, but his body was still on the ground. From time to time, he would curse a few times until he felt that it was enough. Then he sank into the hole.
It was an extremely narrow but deep pit, right next to the excrement pipe. At first, Dean's plan was to climb out of the excrement pipe. In his conception of the prison model, the excrement pipe should go straight to the bottom of the prison and then be buried in the bottom of the lake. It should go somewhere outside the lake and not to the bottom of the lake. Because if they were at the bottom of the lake, the water pressure would rush in and drown the prison.
Therefore, this was definitely the only safe escape route in the prison. It was also the weakest part of the design of the whole prison!
However, to his disappointment and even despair, the vertical excrement pipe leading to the bottom of the prison was not big. Even though he was hungry and skinny, he still couldn't drill into the pipe.
Moreover, the pipe was made of steel and couldn't be destroyed.
Therefore, he could only take the risk and use the weekly work opportunity to steal the tools from the work room and dig another passage.
After half a year of digging, the narrow passage had a depth of more than ten meters, equivalent to the height of one and a half floors of the prison.
Whether it was the thickness of the walls or the thickness of each floor, they had been reinforced. Whether it was stability or defense, it was far higher than ordinary prisons. This was the biggest advantage of the prison, but at the moment, it was used by Dean.
If the wall was too thin, it would be similar to an ordinary building. Naturally, there would be no opportunity for him to dig, and it would be easy to be noticed. But the wall was too thick. According to the thickness of the ground, the wall was at least five meters thick. It was enough for him to dig a shelter.
Although the wall was very thick, Dean still didn't dare to cause too much movement. He carefully used the blade to poke out the soil and stones.
In the blink of an eye, most of the night passed.
Dean moved the soil and stones bit by bit. The passage was too narrow, so he went back and forth several times. Seeing that the others had fallen asleep, he immediately threw the stones and soil into the bucket and soaked them. At the same time, he hid some of the harder stones on the ground, waiting for the right opportunity to use them.
When digging a tunnel, the most difficult thing was to deal with the soil and stones that were dug out.
He wanted to secretly transport them to the work room, but the inside was relatively clean. If there were more stones and soil on the ground, it would inevitably be conspicuous. So he dispelled the idea.
After a few hours, the others gradually woke up.
Dean saw that the soaked stones and soil became soft after soaking in the water. He immediately poured them out and carefully crushed them together. He slowly ground them until the soil became a paste and the stones became small sand-like fragments. Then he slowly smeared the ground and stones all over the prison. The smearing was very uniform.
Because Dean was often crazy, the jailers rarely approached the cell. Every time they left the bread, no one noticed that the overall height of the cell was slightly higher than the other cells by a few centimeters. The internal space was also a lot more horizontal. If you looked from the next cell, you would be shocked to find that the wall of Dean's cell was much thicker than the other cells.
However, the wall was blocked by Dean's torn straw mats, blocking his line of sight.
The straw mat had been blocked here for more than half a year. The last time a person in the next cell wanted to secretly take it away, Dean found out in time. He rushed over to grab the person's arm and almost tore it off.
Since then, the people in the next cell no longer dared to approach Dean's cell. Moreover, they were used to the straw mat.
After smearing, Dean closed his eyes and rested for a while. When he was almost asleep, he was awakened by the voices of the people in the other cells. He immediately grabbed the harder and larger stones next to him, cursed and threw them.
The stones hit the other cells. Suddenly there was a burst of cursing. They knew that the madman was sick again.
Dean threw the stones randomly. After throwing the stones, he still grabbed the steel column and roared. He hit the steel column with his head. It seemed that he wanted to break free.
After a while, he gradually calmed down and continued to sleep.
The people in the cell who were thrown stones felt helpless. They cursed a few words, but did not dare to fight back. It was not necessary to anger a madman. Moreover, Dean was not an ordinary madman. They could only throw the stones thrown by Dean to the corner of their cell and ignore it.
After all, this kind of thing did not happen in a day or two. They secretly thought that if Dean damaged the ground too much, sooner or later he would be beaten by the jailers.
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