Naturally, such behavior earned Dudian another brutal beating. During his resistance, he was subdued by more prison guards, dragged out, tortured until he was on the verge of death, and then thrown back.
Half a year passed again.
The prison guards gradually got tired of dealing with a madman like Dudian. Torturing a madman brought them no pleasure. The painful moans meant nothing to them in terms of the sense of accomplishment from abuse. If it weren't for the fact that Dudian's condition was occasionally stable and he could still reluctantly work, they would have been too lazy to even deliver food to him and would have just left him to fend for himself.
In the evening.
After dinner, moans once again came from the prison cells.
In a dark and damp prison cell at the back of the corridor, Dudian was squatting in front of the toilet to relieve himself. However, he was squatting in the opposite direction, so that the feces would accumulate in the toilet and could only be flushed away with water.
On the steel bars outside his prison cell, there were torn straw mats and the bedding distributed during the Black Snow Season lying in a mess. After all, this was a prison at the bottom of a lake. During the Black Snow Season, the air was extremely cold. If the bedding wasn't distributed, for these prisoners who ate little and were often tortured, it would almost certainly mean death.
At this moment, these bedding items were lying in a mess on the steel bars, but they happened to form a strange angle, blocking his toilet and the bathing area.
Therefore, unless someone deliberately approached the gap to take a look, no one would know what Dudian was doing in front of the latrine.
Dudian was seen squatting in front of the toilet, with his head lowered. One hand reached under his buttocks and kept digging. At the same time, he took a deep breath and held his breath. After a while, thin fecal water was excreted. Due to his lack of food, almost all that came out was water. However, a long, hard object fell out of the fecal water.
Dudian looked around. The darkness didn't affect his vision at all. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he immediately grabbed the object and washed it in the nearby bucket. It turned out to be a piece of somewhat corroded animal skin, tightly tied with a rope made of coarse linen thread. At this moment, he untied the rope, shook off the flesh that had been mostly digested, and a sharp small knife fell out from inside.
Dudian picked up the small knife and immediately groaned a few times, then roared and cursed incoherently.
While cursing, he bent down and quickly moved the toilet aside. The place where the toilet was embedded around had already been chiseled open, but it still made a sound when lifted. However, the sound was masked by his angry curses.
While cursing, Dudian crawled into a small passage chiseled behind the toilet. At the same time, he gradually stopped cursing, but his body still remained on the ground, and he cursed a few words from time to time. He didn't fully enter the chiseled pit until he felt it was about right.
This was an extremely narrow but deep pit, chiseled right next to the feces pipeline. At first, Dudian's plan was to crawl out through the feces pipeline. In the prison model he had conceived, this feces pipeline should lead straight to the bottom of the prison, and then be buried deep at the bottom of the lake, extending all the way to a certain place outside the lake, rather than ending at the bottom of the lake. Because if it ended at the bottom of the lake, the water pressure would rush back in and flood the prison.
So, this was definitely the only safe escape route in this prison and the weakest part in the entire prison's design!
However, to his disappointment and even despair, the diameter of this vertical feces pipeline leading to the bottom wasn't large. Even though he was already emaciated from hunger, he still couldn't fit into the pipeline.
Moreover, the pipeline was made of steel and couldn't be damaged.
So, he had to take a risk and use the opportunity of the weekly work to steal tools from the workshop and chisel another passage.
After half a year of chiseling, this narrow passage was already more than ten meters deep, which was equivalent to the height of one and a half floors of the prison.
Whether it was the thickness of the walls or the floor of each layer in this prison, they had all been reinforced. Both its stability and defensive power were much higher than those of an ordinary prison. This was originally the greatest advantage of this prison, but now Dudian was using it to chisel a passage in the wall.
If the walls were too thin, or similar to those of an ordinary building, naturally he wouldn't have the opportunity to chisel a passage, and it would be easily noticed. But the wall was really too thick. Based on the thickness of the floor, Dudian speculated that the wall was at least about five meters thick, which was more than enough for him to chisel out a passage for himself.
Although the wall was thick, Dudian still didn't dare to make too much noise. He carefully used the blade to poke out the soil and stones.
In the blink of an eye, most of the night passed.
Dudian carried the chiseled soil and stones up bit by bit. The passage was too narrow, and it took him several trips to carry it all into the prison cell. Seeing that everyone else had fallen asleep, he carefully threw the stones and soil into the bucket and soaked them. At the same time, he kept some of the harder stones and hid them on the ground beside him, waiting for the right opportunity to use them.
When chiseling the passage, the biggest difficulty was dealing with the chiseled soil and stones.
He had originally wanted to secretly transport them to the workshop, but the workshop was cleaned relatively well. If there were extra stones and soil on the ground, it would inevitably stand out, so he gave up this idea.
A few hours later, the others gradually woke up.
Dudian saw that the soaked stones and soil had softened in the water. He immediately poured them out, carefully crushed them together, and ground them slowly until the soil turned into a pulp and the stones became small fragments like sand grains. Then he stopped. After that, he pushed and smeared these ground soil and stones evenly on various places in the prison cell, on the floor and the walls.
Because Dudian often went crazy, the prison guards rarely approached this cell. They just threw the bread and left each time. Therefore, no one noticed that the overall height of the floor in this cell was a few centimeters higher than that of other cells, and the internal space was also much flatter. If someone looked at it from the adjacent cell by leaning against the wall, they would be shocked to find that the wall of Dudian's cell was much thicker than that of other cells.
However, this area next to the wall was blocked by the torn straw mat placed there by Dudian, which blocked the line of sight.
This straw mat had been blocking there for more than half a year. The last time someone in the adjacent cell tried to secretly take it away, Dudian discovered it in time, pounced on him, grabbed his arm, and almost tore his arm off.
Since then, the people in the adjacent cell never dared to approach Dudian's cell again. Moreover, they had gotten used to the straw mat being there.
After smearing everything, Dudian closed his eyes and rested for a while. When he had slept enough and was woken up by the voices of the people in other cells, he immediately grabbed the harder and larger stones beside him and cursed and roared as he threw them over.
The stones landed in the other cells, and there was immediately a burst of cursing, knowing that this madman was having another episode.
Dudian threw the stones randomly. After he had thrown all the stones, he still grabbed the steel bars and roared, hitting his head against the steel bars as if he wanted to break free.
After making such a commotion for a while, he gradually calmed down again and continued to sleep soundly.
The people in the cells that had been hit by the stones felt helpless. They cursed a few words but didn't dare to retaliate. There was no point in provoking a madman, especially since Dudian wasn't an ordinary madman. They could only throw the stones that Dudian had thrown over into the corner of their own cells and ignore them.