Click.

A metal door slowly opened.

"Mr. Xiao, please."

The Chinese character face said to Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen looked at the Chinese character face, then at Shao Ping, and finally his eyes fell on the metal door.

What's inside?

He thought for a moment and was about to walk in.

"etc."

Shaoping spoke.

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

"Haha, I would like to see it."

Xiao Chen sneered a few times and strode in.

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

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

In addition, the entire room is closed, with no gaps except for one vent!

"Mr. Xiao, I'm waiting for news from you."

Following Shaoping's words, the metal door slowly closed.

Click.

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

He already vaguely knew what Shaoping was planning!

According to foreign research, when a person is in an absolutely closed space, has no sense of time, and cannot contact the outside world, it will not take long for the person's spirit to begin to collapse and become manic and restless.

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

After changing his thoughts one by one, Xiao Chen sneered.

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

After spinning around for 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."

The Chinese-character face thought for a while and said.

"One day? There's enough time!"

Shaoping showed a smile.

"The one who lasted the longest, how long did it last?"

"Thirty-two hours."

"Well, the capital will take two days, which is enough."

Shaoping nodded.

"You stay here and watch. As soon as he reveals the whereabouts of the Xuanyuan Knife, you will immediately send someone to get the knife back! When you get the knife back, release him."

"yes."

The Chinese-character face nodded.

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

The Chinese-character face pulled up a chair, sat down, lit a cigarette, and watched quietly.

He was also quite curious as to how long Xiao Chen would persist.

He only has twenty-four hours!

He has been through it, so he knows the feeling of collapse!

In the metal room, Xiao Chen leaned against the metal wall and looked at himself reflected on the opposite wall.

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

"Oh."

Xiao Chen smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

He also wanted to try to see if he could really be crushed by such a closed environment.

Time passes minute by minute.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

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

And Xiao Chen's condition was 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 my own strong and powerful heartbeat was very clear.

This feeling continued, and sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

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

*Quiet!

Quietly scary!

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

Now, what time is it?

How long has it been since he came in?

It must be night time, 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 lungs, he was refreshed and all the uncomfortable feelings dissipated.

In the monitoring room, the Chinese-character face looked at the cigarette in Xiao Chen's hand and frowned.

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

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

A subordinate next to him asked.

The Chinese-character face hesitated and shook his head: "No need."

He was not sure whether Xiao Chen would get violent and hurt someone if he let his men in.

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

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

He thought for a moment, and instead of continuing to smoke, he put it aside.

Immediately, he smiled bitterly, never expecting that one day, he would get to this point and even be reluctant to smoke cigarettes.

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

At least, the mania coming from the depths of his soul has been suppressed.

He stood up and walked around the metal room, trying to make as much noise as possible.

Just like that, after more than an hour, the manic feeling appeared again.

"Damn."

Xiao Chen cursed secretly, but still did not touch the cigarette, but sat on the ground.

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

For example, Su Qing, Su Xiaomeng, Tong Yan and the others...

Women appeared in his mind one after another, trying to offset the mania as much as possible.

But when he finished thinking about it, the manic feeling was like a wave, trying to swallow him up.

This surprised him, and he quickly thought of other things.

From Long Hai, I thought about foreign countries, and went backwards little by little. I met one person after another, and met the old fortune teller, the Xiao family...

"ah!"

I don't know how much time passed, but Xiao Chen raised his head and roared wildly.

His eyes were red and bloodshot.

He clenched his fists tightly and his veins popped out.

"Almost twenty hours."
To be continued...