In a corner of the cell, a man covered in blood was cowering.
He was missing an arm, and the other wounds on his body were festering and festering. Not only was he not treated with medicine, but he was lying on the ground like a dead dog.
Someone threw in a box of prison rice.
It was rancid yellow rice and a few rotten vegetable leaves without any oil.
The man did not even look at it and continued to lie down like a dead dog.
