Chapter 3 Pit and Pendulum

[Quatrain for the market gate built on the site of the Jacobin Club in Paris] (Original in Latin. Quoted from "Literary Anecdotes" by the British-Jewish writer Isaac Disraeli (1766-1848) Book. According to the French poet Baudelaire (1821-1867), there is neither a gate nor this inscription in the market at the original site of the Jacobin Club. The Jacobin Club, Radical Democracy in the Age of the French Revolution, 1789 The Communist Party, formerly known as the Xianyou Society Club, is also known as the Jacobin Club because its meeting place is located in the Jacobin Monastery in Paris.) I have been tortured for a long time, and the pain made me feel weak all over—I was so weak that I could only breathe; When the tie was finally loosened and he was allowed to sit down, his mind was suddenly in a trance.The last high-pitched voice, distinctly heard in the ear, was the verdict—a dreadful death sentence.After that, the voice of the Inquisitor (the Inquisitor, the judge of the medieval Inquisition, served by the priest of the black robe sect.) sounded indistinct, and it became only a hum.I couldn't help thinking of spinning in my heart, probably out of thin air, I thought of the sound of water wheels.The thought vanished in an instant; for soon it was no longer possible to hear clearly.But for a moment I saw it—how terribly exaggerated it was! —I saw the lips of the black-robed judge.It looks snow-white—whiter than the paper this article is written on—and also strangely thin; an expression that is extremely determined—decided and never changed—people are tortured, and they don’t care at all—the lips seem to be thin .I saw the two lips still spit out the verdict, condemning me to death.I saw two lips opening and closing, uttering words that would kill people.I saw two lips pouting and shrinking, forming the sound of my name; but I couldn't help shivering when I didn't hear the sound.Although I fainted from fright for a moment, I saw the black curtains on the four walls swaying quietly, and I couldn't tell that they were moving.Immediately, he saw seven long candles on the table at a glance.At first glance, it looks like a slim white fairy with benevolent eyebrows and Buddha eyes, who is about to save me from danger; but in the blink of an eye, she turns into a nameless ghost with a head like flames, I know I can't rely on them Suddenly, I felt nauseated, I couldn't bear it, my whole body was terrified, as if I touched the wires on the flow cell.All of a sudden, I just feel that the underground must be sweet and sweet. This idea is like a beautiful piece of music, and it hits my heart unconsciously; it sneaks into my mind quietly, and it seems to take a long time before I fully understand it.Finally, I really felt it and kept it in my heart. Unexpectedly, the figures of the judges disappeared in an instant like a magic trick; the long candle disappeared in an instant; the candle flame was all extinguished; It felt as if a ghost hit hell and plunged down with a jerk.There was silence all around, frozen and dark.

I fainted; nevertheless, I would not say completely unconscious.What kind of consciousness is there, I don't intend to explain, or even describe; but it is not completely lost.In deep sleep - not so!In a coma - not so!In a swoon—not so!In death - not so!Even sleeping in the ground does not completely lose consciousness.Otherwise, how can there be eternal life for human beings?We wake up from deep sleep, breaking some silky dream.Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, I don't remember that I had a dream, probably the silk screen will be broken when I touch it.There are two stages in coming back from unconsciousness: the first is the recovery of psychological or spiritual consciousness; the second is the recovery of physical consciousness.If, at the latter stage, one recalls the impressions of the earlier stage, one may find that these impressions speak vividly of the state of consciousness after fainting.But what is fainting?How at least to distinguish the harbingers of fainting from the harbingers of death?But if the so-called impressions from the previous stage can't be recalled at will, wouldn't it happen spontaneously after many years, or just can't figure out where these impressions came from?Those who have never fainted will never see the strange palace and familiar faces hidden in the blazing coal fire; they will never see the desolate scene that many people do not see, floating in the air; they will never Taste the fragrance of exotic flowers; never hear music that you have never heard before, and get confused.

Some signs of trance state, I often think about it, just want to recall it; I spare no effort to seriously try to recall it, and in the meantime, sometimes I think I remember it; for a moment, a short moment, Unexpectedly, he figured out that the memory that was only available in the later stage of clear-headedness can only be related to the situation that seems to be unknown.This seemingly vague memory said that at first the tall figure lifted me up and pushed me down silently——down—and then down—and then when I thought of sinking to nowhere, I couldn't help but fainted to death.This kind of memory also shows that at the beginning, my heart was unusually calm, so I felt a vague sense of fear.Afterwards, everything suddenly felt motionless.It was as if the figures pushing me down (a series of figures with blue faces and fangs!) were sinking all the way, sinking and sinking bottomlessly, sinking too far, and finally stopped after being exhausted.Afterwards, I recalled that I felt nothing but discouragement and disappointment at that time; my mind finally became confused--busy thinking about all taboos, the memory was confused.

Unexpectedly, I felt movement again, and heard voices—the heart was beating wildly, and there was a thumping heartbeat in my ears.Then there was a moment of stillness, a blank mind.Then I heard voices, felt movement, and felt touch—a tingling pain all over my body.Then I just knew that I was still alive, but I didn't have the slightest distraction—it was like this for a long time.All of a sudden, thoughts came to my mind, fear arose, and I was trembling with fear, and seriously wanted to understand the real situation.Then I wish I could be unconscious.Then he regained his energy all of a sudden, and after a lot of trouble, he was finally able to move.Only then did the judgment, the judge, the black veil, the sentence, the weakness, the fainting come to mind clearly.Then, everything that followed and everything that followed, everything that was only vaguely remembered after desperately trying to recall, was completely forgotten.

I haven't opened my eyes yet.I just felt that I was lying on my back, and my whole body was not tied up.He stretched out his hand and slapped it on something wet and hard.You started to stand there for a moment, trying to figure out where you were and what you were doing.I wish I could open my eyes, but I dare not.I am afraid that I will see the objects around me when I open it.It's not that I'm afraid of seeing scary things, I'm afraid that I won't see anything, but I'm scared to death.Afterwards, his heart was overwhelmed, and he finally opened his eyes desperately.In this way, the worst idea proved to be good.It turned out that there was a mass of darkness all around, and it was extremely black.I gasped for breath.It was so dark that it seemed to suffocate people.The air was unbearably stuffy.I still lay quietly, trying to use my brain.Recalling the interrogation process in the religious court, I intend to use this to guess the actual situation.The verdict had been pronounced; it seemed a long time ago.But from the beginning to the end, he never thought that he had lost his life.No matter how it is written in the novel, this idea does not correspond to the actual situation-but where am I?What kind of tragedy did it cause?I know that people who are sentenced to death often suffer a non-punishment (referring to the announcement of the sentence in the religious court and the punishment (especially the fire)) and die; on the night of my trial, I had such a non-punishment.Have I been escorted back to the dungeon to be slaughtered next time?It will be several months before the next implementation.This thought immediately knew that it was impossible.Victims are always slaughtered without delay.What's more, the dungeon in front of me is the same as all death cells in Toledo (Toledo, an ancient city in central Spain, famous for producing steel knives).

At this moment, a terrible idea suddenly flashed through, and the blood rushed to my heart like a torrent, and in an instant, I fell unconscious again.As soon as he woke up, he stood up immediately, shaking from head to toe.The two arms waved back and forth, left and right.I came across nothing; but I dared not move a step, for fear of being blocked by the walls of the tomb.Sweat broke out from every pore, and large cold beads of sweat condensed on his forehead.The anxiety was finally tormented beyond endurance, so I walked forward cautiously, with my arms outstretched and my eyes wide open, wishing I could see a glimmer of light.I walked a lot of steps forward; but my surroundings were still dark and empty.Breathing is easier.Evidently, my bad luck was not at least the most terrible kind.

I proceeded cautiously as usual, my mind filled with countless gossip about the horrors in Toledo.There are plenty of strange things to talk about in the dungeons—I always take them as nonsense; but they are too strange to repeat, only to be whispered.Could it be that they locked me in this dark underground world and wanted me to starve to death?Or is there some kind of catastrophe, perhaps even more terrible doom than starving to death, waiting for me?I have long been familiar with the temperament and temperament of those judges, so I am convinced that the result will be death, which is more painful than usual.How to die, when to die, this idea has been circling in my mind, tortured to the point of madness.

I stretched out my hands and finally came across some solid obstacle.It turned out to be a wall, which seemed to be made of stone—bare, sticky, and cold.I walked along the wall; thinking of some old novels made me walk cautiously and suspiciously.However, walking like this, I can't figure out the size of the dungeon at all, because the four walls seem to be exactly the same, even if I go around in a circle, I'm afraid I don't know how to return to the old place.I'm going to take out a knife and insert it into the crack in the stone wall as a mark of the starting point.When I was taken to the Inquisition, I had a knife in my pocket, but now it is gone; I have stripped off all my clothes and put on a denim robe.My heart is in a mess. At first glance, this difficulty seems to be insurmountable, but it is actually nothing.I tore off a hem of the robe, spread it out straight, and set it at right angles to the wall.You just need to feel around the cell, and you won't be afraid that you won't be able to touch the cloth.At least that's what I thought in my heart; even if I didn't take into account the size of the dungeon, I didn't take into account how weak my body was.The ground was wet and slippery, and I staggered forward for a while, only to stumble and fall.People were so exhausted that they couldn't help but just want to lie down on the ground; unexpectedly, they just lay down and fell asleep.

As soon as I woke up, I stretched out my hand and found a piece of bread and a jug of water beside me.I was so tired that I didn't think about what was going on, I just ate and drank hungrily.After a while, he walked along the cell again, and finally touched the twill cloth after exhausting himself.Just before falling down, I counted fifty-two steps in total, walked again, and counted another forty-eight steps before I touched the cloth strip.There were then a hundred paces in total; and I took two paces as a yard, and so considered fifty yards all round the dungeon.But I just touched the corners of the wall, so I can't guess what the shape of the cellar is—because I can't help but think it's a cellar.

I didn't have any purpose in this research—certainly I didn't have any hope; I just had a vague curiosity to urge people to continue to study.I moved away from the wall and decided to go to the other side of the cell.At the beginning, I walked forward very cautiously, because the ground seemed to be paved with solid materials, but it was slippery and untenable.Later, I finally plucked up the courage, without hesitation, walked steadily step by step, desperately trying to get to the end as straight as possible.After walking about ten steps like this, the torn edge of the robe caught his legs.Stepping on it, he fell hard and gnawed on the ground.

As soon as I fell down, my mind became confused immediately, but I didn't immediately realize that there was a strange thing. After a while, my body was still lying on the ground, and I was able to concentrate on this amazing and strange thing.Here's the thing--my chin rested on the cell floor, my lips and the upper half of my head, looked lower than my chin, but I didn't touch anything.At the same time, the forehead seemed to be immersed in a wet and cold mist, and the peculiar smell of mold rushed straight to the nose.I stretched out my hand to touch it, only to realize that I was falling on the edge of a round pit, and I couldn't help but froze all over in fright.Needless to say, at the time it was not clear how big the pit was.I groped for a while on the stone wall below the edge of the pit, and finally took out a small piece of gravel and threw it into the abyss casually.For a moment, I listened attentively to the gravel falling and hitting the wall of the pit, giving off bursts of echoes; at the end, there was a muffled sound, the gravel fell into the water, followed by a rumbling echo.At the same time, another sound came from my ear, as if a door above my head was swiped open and then slammed shut, only a faint light suddenly flashed into the blackhead, and then disappeared suddenly. I could clearly see that they planned to kill me like this, so I couldn't help but secretly rejoice that the fall was just in time, and I escaped from the tiger's mouth.If you take another step forward, your life will have already passed away.In the past, when I saw the plot of murder in the stories of the Inquisition, I always thought it was absurd and whimsical. In fact, the level I just escaped was exactly the kind described in the story.There are two methods of death for the victims under the majesty of the Inquisition, either physically and mentally by the most tragic torture, or spiritually by the most terrible intimidation.I was doomed to be scared to death.I had suffered so much for so long that my nerves were so weak that I shuddered even at the sound of my own voice, and I deserved nothing but torture. Now I seem to see many terrible traps around the dungeon, and I decided on the spot that I would rather die than take the risk of touching them, so I groped back to the wall with trembling hands and feet.If I were in another mood, I might have the courage to jump into such an abyss immediately and end my life there; but right now I am a coward.What's more, I can't forget that I have read articles describing this kind of pitfalls in the past-it is not one of the scariest layouts in these articles that people die unexpectedly. Feeling anxious, my mind suddenly cleared up; but after a long time, I fell asleep again.When I woke up, I saw a piece of bread and a pot of water beside me.I was so thirsty and exhausted that I had no energy, so I drank the pot of water in one gulp.The sweat medicine was kept in the water, because I didn't finish drinking it, and I was very sleepy.Fell asleep in a blink of an eye—as deep as a long sleep.How long I slept, of course I didn't know in my mind; when I opened my eyes again, I could see everything around me clearly.With a streak of brimstone and brimstone—I couldn't tell where it came from at first—I could see the size and shape of the cell. It turned out that the size of the cell was completely wrong just now.Not more than twenty-five yards around.Seeing this, I was troubled in vain for a while; really troubled in vain!In such dire surroundings, what does the size of a cell matter?But I am very interested in trivial matters, and I just want to find out the reason for the wrong measurement.It dawned on me at last.When I first measured it, I counted fifty-two paces before I fell; the denim must have been a pace or two ahead; in fact I had nearly completed my round of the dungeon.Then fell asleep, and when he woke up, he must have gone back again—thus making the perimeter of the cell double its original length.At that time, my mind was so confused that I didn't even consider walking from the left end of the wall, and finally walked to the right end of the wall. When it comes to the shape of the prison, I am also fooled.Just now, when I groped all the way, I came across a lot of horns, so I thought the prison cell was concave and convex; when a person woke up from a drowsy dream, there was only darkness in front of him, what an impact it was!The horns are no more than shallow recesses, or niches, near and far.In fact, the cell is roughly square.What was regarded as a stone wall just now looks like an iron wall, or some other kind of metal. It is made of large iron plates, and the seams or joints between them become grooves.The walls of this metal prison were scrawled with hideous and hideous designs, the offspring of the monstrous superstitions of the monks.The four murals are full of pictures of ghosts with dead bones and other ten times more terrifying portraits, and the walls are ruined.The outlines of these ghosts are very clear, but the color has faded and mottled, which seems to be due to the damp air.Now I also see that the floor was originally paved with stone slabs.In the middle there is a round hole, with a gaping mouth, from which I escaped just now; but this is the only round hole in the dungeon. It was difficult for me to see all this dimly, because the situation was greatly changed when I fell asleep.At present I am lying upright on my back on a kind of low wooden frame.A long strap, like a horse's girth, fastened me securely.Circle after circle around the whole body, only the head is not tied, and the left hand is not completely tied, only spend fan power, you can reach out and get food from the tile plate on the ground beside you.Seeing that the kettle was taken away, he couldn't help but turn pale with fright.I say pale with fright because I was so thirsty and so exhausted that I had no energy left.It seemed to be the plot of the executioners that made me so thirsty—the food on the plate was meat with pepper. I looked up and looked at the ceiling.I saw a height of thirty or forty feet, roughly similar to the structure of the four walls.One of the panels was painted with a unique portrait, and I couldn't help but stare at it intently.It turned out to be the portrait of "Old Man Time", which is not different from the general painting method, except that there is no long-handled sickle in his hand, and the corner of his eyes flicked, it seems that he is holding a huge pendulum, just like the one seen on ancient clocks.However, the appearance of this machine is a bit special, so I paid more attention to it.The pendulum was overhead, and I was staring straight up, thinking I saw the clock swing.In an instant, he knew that he had guessed well.The pendulum does not swing very far, and it goes without saying that it swings slowly.I looked at it for a moment, with some fear in my heart, but mostly surprise.I watched the pendulum swing slowly, and soon got tired of watching it, and turned to other things in the prison. I heard a slight sound in my ear, and I couldn't help but concentrate on it. I looked down to the ground and saw a few huge mice passing through.It turned out that they all came out of the trap on my right, under the eyes.Even I stared blankly, the mice couldn't resist the temptation of the smell of meat, their eyes were full of hunger, and came out in groups in a hurry.I had to spend a lot of energy to scare the mice away. After about half an hour, maybe even an hour (because I can only keep track of the time roughly), I looked up again.The scene in front of me was really frightening and frightening.The pendulum had swung nearly a yard.The speed is also naturally much faster.Most unsettling was the thought that the pendulum had apparently dropped.I now saw—and I need not mention the horror in my heart—that at the lower end of the pendulum was a gleaming crescent steel knife, about a foot in length;It also looks like a razor, and it looks big and heavy. From the edge of the knife, it gradually becomes sharper and becomes a solid and broad piece.Hanging from a heavy copper rod.The whole thing swayed and hissed in mid-air. Only now do I believe that this is the death sentence that the monk arranged for me out of ingenuity.The executioner of the Inquisition knew that I found the Pit—the Pit, I, a disobedient, I was doomed to escape—the Pit, the symbol of hell, rumored to be the climax of the Inquisition (Latin in the original.) a punishment.It happened to me that I escaped from this pit by a fall, and I knew that taking advantage of others, tricking them, and torture were some of the chief murderous tricks of the dungeons.I didn't fall into the pit, and the poisonous plan didn't stipulate to push me into the abyss, so there was no second way, and I had to try another milder way of death right now.Relatively mild!Thinking that he actually used such a word, he forced a wry smile. I counted the number of hasty swings of the steel knife. During that long period of time, it was more terrifying than death, so I don't need to elaborate!The pendulum went inch by inch--point by minute--felt the pendulum drop every so often, and then it seemed like hundreds of years--the pendulum dropped, dropped, dropped, dropped.A few days passed—perhaps a lot of days passed—the pendulum swung back and forth overhead, blowing the scent of spice.The smell of sharp steel knives rushed straight to his nose.I prayed secretly in my heart-I prayed to God endlessly, but I hope the pendulum will fall quickly.I was so angry that I raised my body desperately, and moved up to the gloomy Yanyue knife that was swinging back and forth.Then he calmed down all of a sudden, lying on his back, giggling at the gleaming murderous steel knife, like a child laughing at some rare toy. Another moment, I was completely unconscious, only for a moment.Because when consciousness was restored, there was no sign of the pendulum dropping.But it could have been a long time—for I know the devil has plenty, and seeing me faint, he can stop the pendulum as he pleases.When I woke up, I also felt very weak, ah!Unspeakable weakness, as if starving for days.Even if I was tossing and tossing and suffering at that time, it was still human nature to want to eat.After a lot of effort, I stretched out my left hand, as far as the straps would allow, and took a little bit of leftover meat from the mouse in one hand.Just as he was putting a bit of meat into his mouth, he suddenly thought of a happy event—thought of hope.But what have hopes to do with me?As I said, it was a vague thought—one often has it, and it is always incomplete.I felt that I thought of happy events—thoughts of hope; but I felt that the idea was gone before it was formed.I tried desperately to figure it out—to think again, but in vain.Suffering from pain for a long time, the original thinking ability has almost disappeared.I'm a moron - I'm an idiot. The swing of the pendulum was at right angles to the body and I could see that the Crescent Knife was slashing right over the heart, about to tear through the twill gown—grinding and grinding—and again and again—again and again.Even though the swing of the pendulum was enormous, about thirty feet, and even though the force of the pendulum hissing and falling was enough to cut through four iron walls, within a few minutes, it could only wear away the robe.Thinking of this, stop here.Don't dare to have any more distracting thoughts.Blindly concentrating on thinking about this idea—as if thinking about it like this can stop the steel knife from falling on the spot.I forced myself to think about the sound of the Yanyue steel knife rubbing against the clothes—the strange feeling of panic that came to my heart spontaneously when I heard the sound of the denim cloth rubbing against each other.Thinking about all these trivial matters, I finally feel chilled when I think about it. Down—the pendulum kept creeping down.I compared the speed of the fall with the speed of the swing, and I made fun of it.To the right - to the left - really far and wide - like ghosts crying and gods howling!Like a tiger sneaking closer to my heart step by step!Suddenly this thought prevailed in his mind, and suddenly that thought prevailed, and his mouth laughed and growled. Come down—come down mercilessly!Just less than three inches from the chest, swinging back and forth!I struggled -- violently -- just to free my left arm.Only the lower arms were not bound.After a lot of difficulty, it can be stretched from the side plate to the mouth, and it is impossible to stretch farther.To be able to break the belt that binds the upper arm, grasp the pendulum and try to stop the pendulum.I might as well stop the avalanche! Down--down on and on--down irretrievably!As the pendulum swung, I gasped and struggled with my hands and feet.When the pendulum swung, my whole body convulsed and shrank into a ball.Although he died for no reason, he still watched the pendulum swing upwards and outwards impatiently; when he saw the pendulum falling, he closed his eyes abruptly, although death is a relief, ah, it is an indescribable relief !But when I thought that if the instrument of torture dropped slightly, the shiny ax would land on my chest, and I was still trembling all over.It turned out that there was hope in my heart that made me tremble all over——that made me shrink into a ball.It was hope—the hope of escaping death from torture—that even in the dungeons of the Inquisition held hope in the ears of the condemned. When I saw that the pendulum had only to swing up or down eleven or twelve times, the steel knife would touch the robe. When I saw this, although I was hopeless, I suddenly felt relieved and didn't take it seriously.It had been hours—perhaps days—for the first time in my mind to try to solve a problem.At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the belt tied to his body, the horse's girth, was just a complete piece.But no other rope binds me.The razor-like Crescent Steel Knife will cut the strap at the first glance across any part of the strap, and you only need to untie it with your left hand to untie it.But if that's the case, the steel knife will be close to the eyebrows, how scary it is!It only takes a little effort, and you will die, what a suspense!Besides, had the executioner not anticipated it beforehand, just in case?Is the strap that goes around the chest right in the way the pendulum swings?I was afraid that this ray of hope, which seemed to be the last hope, would disappear in an instant, so I tried my best to raise my head and get a clear view of my chest.The horse's girth bound the whole body tightly - only the place where the murderous Yanyue knife was cut was not tied. Before I rested my head on the original place, I had a sudden whim and an idea. I might as well say that this idea was the half-thought-out escape plan mentioned above, that is, sending food to my anxious lips, vaguely That incomplete thought that comes to mind.It's in my head now - hazy, almost jumbled, not at all clear - but whole.Although I was hopeless, I still exerted my strength nervously and started immediately. For several hours, around the low wooden frame where I lay, it can be said that there were too many mice to rebel.It's all rampant, daring, and greedy—glaring at me with blood-red eyes, as if they're going to take me for a snack just as long as I don't move. "What are these rats used to eating in the trap?" I thought to myself. Even though I tried my best to stop the mouse just now, there was only a little bit of everything on the plate left.I kept waving my hands around the plate; who knows, this involuntary mechanical movement finally stopped working.These bad things are insatiable, and their sharp teeth bite my fingers from time to time.I just wiped the remaining bit of oily and fragrant minced meat on the belt, wherever my hands could reach; so I raised my hands, no longer resting on the ground, and lay down, holding my breath. Do not move. At the beginning, the gluttonous rats saw a different situation-they were quite surprised to see that I was not moving, and they were terribly frightened, and retreated in panic; many of them fled into the trap.But it was only a blink of an eye.I expected that the mouse must be greedy, but I didn't miscalculate.Seeing that I remained still, one or two of the most daring mice jumped onto the rack and sniffed the horse's girth.It looked like a signal for a concerted attack.The rats were scurrying out of the trap again in swarms.Stay on the wooden frame and don't go - run on the wooden frame, and hundreds of thousands jump on me.The pendulum swings again and again, which can't scare the mice away at all.Dodging the swing of the pendulum, they busily gnawed at the oiled strip.Pressed on me—crowded on me, piled up and piled up.Rolling and tossing on my throat; cold lips exploring my lips; crowds huddled together, making people almost breathless; nameless disgust filled my chest, coupled with a sticky feeling, I couldn't help Not chilling.In less than a minute, I felt that this struggle was about to end.I could clearly see that the straps were loose.Immediately, I knew that the mouse had bitten off more than one tube.I lay still, with a fortitude of will that no one can match. I didn't miscalculate--I didn't do it in vain.Finally feel free.The horse's girdle was broken into strips and hung on the body.However, the pendulum had already fallen to the chest, cutting open the denim robe and cutting through the shirt inside.The pendulum swung two more times, and I suddenly felt a sharp pain all over my body.But the time has come to escape.With a wave of my hand, the mouse that saved my life scurried away.I acted calmly—cautiously, turned sideways, shrunk, and slowly—took off the belt, and the Crescent Moon Knife could no longer touch me.Free for a while at least. free! —but still in the clutches of the Inquisition!It was with great difficulty that he climbed off the horrible wooden bed and stepped on the stone floor of the cell, but the ghost torture tool stopped moving for a moment, no one was pulling it, and went straight up, passing through the ceiling and disappearing.I took this lesson to heart.Needless to say, my every move was watched.free! ——It’s just to escape from one kind of punishment, and then to suffer another kind of punishment that is more painful than death.Thinking of this thought, I looked around nervously, looking at the iron walls of this prison.It was evident that something extraordinary had happened in the room—some change which, at first, was not fully understood.For several minutes I trembled and dreamed in a daze, guessing wildly, but in vain.During this time, it was only for the first time that I saw clearly where the sulfur light illuminating the cell came from.From a crack about half an inch wide, the light hit the walls, so that the walls seemed to be completely separated from the floor, and so they were.I tried desperately to peer into the gap, but it was useless, needless to say. I stopped watching, and suddenly understood this incredible change in my heart.When I saw the portraits on the four walls earlier, although the outlines were very clear, the colors were mottled and blurred. Now, for a moment, they look brilliant and dazzling, so bright that those monsters and ghosts have changed in appearance. Even their nerves are stronger than mine. When I saw it, I couldn't help being horrified.In all directions, where there were no ghost eyes, there were ferocious ghost eyes, staring at me, flashing a scorching red light, and I couldn't force myself to think it was fake. fake! ——Even when I inhaled, the hot air of the red-hot iron plate got into my nose!The prison is filled with the smell of suffocation!The eyes of those who watched me being tortured became more and more red, more and more red!The horrific and bloody scenes in the painting are covered with a more vivid crimson.I gasp!I can't breathe!This is undoubtedly the executioner's conspiracy - ah!No. 1 ruthless person in Tianzi!what!The number one wolf-hearted person in Tianzi!I avoided the hot iron and hid in the cell.While thinking that he was about to be burned alive, he thought of the cool trap like a treasure.I hastened to the well where the death took place.Keep your eyes open and look down.The burning top of the cell glowed red, illuminating the depths of the well.For a moment I was restless, unwilling to understand what the scene in front of me meant.But it didn't take long for it to break into my head--to hit my heart with all its might--and burn it into my trembling heart.what!How can I say it! --what!How scared! --what!You can be as scary as you want, just don't be so scary!With a scream, I hurried away from the well, covering my face with my hands—crying bitterly. It was getting hotter and hotter, and I looked up again, and I couldn't help shivering all over, as if I had malaria.It turns out that there has been another change in the prison—at present, it is obviously the shape that has changed.I tried to understand again at the beginning, trying to understand what happened, but it was in vain.But in a blink of an eye, the suspicion was cleared.Twice I got out of danger, and the Inquisition was anxious for vengeance; it was not enough to play with death again.The room was originally square.Now two iron angles are acute and the other two are obtuse.In a low rumbling or humming sound, such a terrible abnormality suddenly became more and more obvious.In an instant, the cell became a diamond shape.Unexpectedly, it didn't stop there-I neither wanted it nor demanded it in my heart.I could use those fiery red walls as a shroud, grabbing them and covering my chest. "Die," I said, "you can die any way you want, just don't get buried in a pit!" Fool!Don't you know that the burning iron wall is approaching, just to drive you and me into a pit?Can you resist the fire of the iron wall?Even if you can resist it, can you withstand the pressure of the iron wall?Now, the rhombus is getting flatter and flatter, so fast that there is no time to think about it.The center of the rhombus, needless to say, and the width, which became extremely long, just approached the gaping abyss.I retreated—but the tight walls made me unable to resist, so I had no choice but to move forward.In a blink of an eye, the scorched body was tossing, and there was no longer an inch of foothold on the stone floor of the cell.I stopped struggling, but the pain in my heart came out in one last loud and long cry of despair.I just felt that I was about to fall down by the edge of the pit-turned my eyes suddenly... There was a mess of people buzzing in my ears!There was a burst of loud music in my ears, like trumpets beeping in unison!There was a deafening rumbling sound in my ears, which was better than five thunders!The burning red walls receded in an instant!I was about to faint and fall into the abyss when a hand reached out and grabbed my arm.It turned out to be General Lasalle (Lassalle (1775-1809), a famous general under the command of Napoleon of France, who invaded Spain in 1808.).The French marched into Toledo, and the Inquisition fell into the hands of their enemies.