"Hey kid, wake up!"
"Master Fuli is here to bring you food."
Wang Qiqi got up with a face full of helplessness, leading Master Fuli to the inner prison where the injected Naien, strapped with a locked self-destructing Mechanical Dog, was held.
"No... don't... don't use the lighter!"
Naien, who was sleeping on the Mechanical Dog, originally immersed in a nightmare, was suddenly awakened by external stimuli, drenched in cold sweat, his pupils trembling incessantly, seeming unable to focus.
"I'll say everything, just don't hit me." Naien caught his breath and retreated to the corner, looking fearfully at the few people who entered the transport carriage.
"Did you... really not take the phone book to smash his chest with a big stone?"
Ansheng asked Wang Qiqi.
"Not that hard." Wang Qiqi put the lunch box at the observation window and complained to Master Fuli:
"No one familiar around him, this kid is as soft as mung bean cake, touch him and he'll drop small pearls."
