When he was eight years old, red balloons floated into the sky at the entrance of Linzhou City, and Chen Mo's childhood was completely torn apart.
A sudden abduction pushed him into boundless darkness. From a dirty and crowded dark room, to a speedboat drifting to the vast sea, and finally arriving at an isolated and heavily guarded hell island.
Here, there are no names, no relatives, no humanity. He was branded with number 73 and became a reserve consumable for the "outsiders". Starvation, torture, killing, domestication, and cruel training day after day can crush the fear of a timid child into numbness, and then temper the cruelty out of the numbness.
He witnessed the death of his companions, learned to be silent and forbearing, knew how to feed the weak, and was forced to struggle on the edge of a knife to survive. The only light is the silent bond with No. 137 In a desperate situation; the only obsession is the road home that is buried deep in my heart and almost forgotten.
When childhood is completely dead, when kindness is swallowed up by darkness, the child who disappears from the alley lives like a temperatureless knife in hell. He only had one thought left - to survive.
