Chapter 375: The Hounds of Nouvelle Vague (1)
Nouvelle Vague, a place the world has abandoned.
In this remote area 10,000 meters below the sea, there is only one day warm.
It was Christmas Day at the end of the year. Lun's birthday. It's the only day of the year when prisoners are allowed a holiday.
The meals were different.
Instead of the usual pickled sardines and brick-hard black bread, they are served pork jerky and soft white bread.
For the first time in a long time, the prisoners eat in a proper dining room, not on the floor of the labor camp. Candles burn on leaden candlesticks, and meat and bread are served in a gloomy, shadowy stone room.
For once, the guards do not interfere, standing at a distance with their weapons slung behind their backs.
The prisoners are happy with the chewy, savory pork jerky and half-dried white bread, as if they had everything in the world.
"I survived a year looking forward to this day."
"It's a good thing I'm alive."
"The most pitiful are those who died yesterday. Cough, cough-"