Dark King

Chapter 151

Chapter 151

Because of such occurences and his resistance Dudian was dragged and tortured to death many times.

Another half a year went by.

The guards were to lazy to care about a madman like Dudian. Torturing a lunatic was not interesting for them. They would get pleasure for painful moans and screams of normal people. But he wasn’t like that. Even torturing Dudian had lost all the colors.

At night.

After dinner, groans burst out from different cells.

Dudian squatted in front of the urinal. He was moved to a dark cell at the end of the promenade. Normally, the pit was in the opposite direction so the excrement would pile up in the urinal and water was need to wash it down.

He had tumbled down to the torn mats on top of his mattress. The bedding had been distributed during the ‘black snow season.’ After all, the lake was stationed in the middle of lake. In the ‘black snow season’ it would be very cold. If there were no mattresses to sleep on, then the prisoners who already ate less would certainly die.

At the moment the mattress was in a mess and close to the steel column. But it was in a place which block the view to his toilet and bathing position.

Therefore, unless he deliberately created a gap no one would know what Dudian was doing in front of his pit.

Dudian squatted down in front of the toilet as his head was down. With one hand he touched his buttocks. Because of deep breath he almost suffocated. A moment later, a sparse excretion of dung came out. As a result of eating less, it was almost all water. However, a small and thin object fall out with the dung.

Dudian looked around as the darkness didn’t affect his vision. He saw that no one had noticed so he imeddiately grabbed the thing. There was a thick thin linen covering the object. He untied it and took out the thin sharp knife.

Dudian picked up the knife and humed a song for a few times. Then he began to roar and curse.

As he was cursing and shouting he bent over and moved the toilet. The pool around the mosaic have long been chiseled. But while he lifted it a sound would be made, so he was cursing and shouting to cover it up.

He dived into the trail. His upper body was still outside the ground so he cursed time to time. It didn’t take long for his whole body to enter the hole.

It was a very narrow but very deep pit. He had chiseled out a route next to the pipeline. Initially, his plan was to go through the manure pipeline. According to the prison model that he conceived the manure pipe should go straight to the bottom of the prison and the go through the lake under the ground. But it wouldn’t release the manure in the bottom of the lake as the water pressure would recoil and drown the prison.

Therefore it seemed that this was the only safe escape channel from the prison. But the weakest link in the prison’s design!

However, the thing that made him disappointed and even led him despair that diameter of pip was not large. Even though he was skinny from hunger he still couldn’t fit into the pipeline.

Moreover, the pipeline was made of steel and couldn’t be destroyed.

So he could take risk and use the opportunity while in weekly work to steal tools.

After six months of digging this narrow channel of more than ten meters depth was made.

Everything had been solidified and strengthened whether it was the thickness of the wall or the thickness of the floors. So in a sense it was much more solid structure than an average prison. But it was the biggest advantage Dudian had at the moment while he chiseled the wall.

If the wall was too thin or similar to ordinary building then he wouldn’t have an opportunity to dig in the wall. His actions would be easily perceived and he wouldn’t have a place to chisel through. According to the thickness of the ground Dudian speculated that the wall was at least five meters wide.

Although the wall was thick but Dudian still didn’t dare to cause too much movement. He carefully poked out the soil and sotnes with the blade.

In the blink of an eye most of the night passed.

Dudian would bring little by little the soil and stones as the channel was too narrow. He would go back and forth several times before soil and stones were moved to his cell. He would soak them in water and wash of. There would be some hard stones which couldn’t be washed through the urinal so he waited for the right opportunity to loose them.

The greatest difficulty that he faced while chiseling the channel was dealing with soil and stones.

He wanted to secretly transport them to studio. But it was clean inside in the workshop so it would be eye-catching if he moved the soil over there. He had to dispel the idea.

Others gradually woke up after a few hours later.

He soaked the small stones and soil in the water. Afterwards he began to slowly grind them into mud. Then he would smear the mud on the dark part of the cell.

Because of Dudian’s madman acts the prison guards would seldomly get close to Dudian’s cell. They would leave the bread and leave. So no one noticed that the walls in his cell were full of mud. Some parts were thicker in comparison to other parts.

However, this part of the wall was blocked by the mattress.

It had been half a year that the straw mat had blocked the place. The last person who wanted to grab it away was caught by Dudian and almost snapped his arm.

Since then none of the prisoners from the next cell dared to get close to Dudian’s mats or matress.

After finishing the process Dudian closed his eyes and slept for a while. He wake up to the voice echoing form the other cells. He immediately grabbed the harder and larger pieces of stones and throw them past as he cursed out loud.

The others didn’t respond back as they knew that Dudian had gone crazy.

After finishing the stones he clutched the steel column and roared. He hit his head against the column as if to break free.

He acted for a while. Afterwards he restored his calmness and continued to sleep.

The prisoners were helpless. Moreover they didn’t dare to fight back and anger a madmadn. Afterall, Dudian was not an ordinary maniac.

After all, such things didn’t happened in a day or two. They secretly though that once Dudian had done enough damage to the ground the prison guards will beat him up anyway.