: 661: Never ending loneliness (2)

Qingluan has lived here for a month.
She didn't look very good, her long hair was scattered, her dress hadn't changed for a few days, and her body had a scent of muddy muddy soil.
This room is located under the ground more than 20 feet from the ground. I don't know what kind of organs are arranged in the four walls. I can't hear a little sound from the outside, there is fresh air, and the shaded vents are not changed. Was swapped in and promised not to hold her to death.
If Qingluan does not make any sound, the side will always remain absolutely quiet.
No one talked to her. [
No living creatures faced her.
Even the three meals a day were hung from the small hole above the head by a person in a basket, during which she would never communicate with her.
Qingluan doesn't even know what the person sending the meal looks like.
She smashed everything in the room, just to make a sound, not to make the surroundings so quiet.
That would give her the illusion that she was already dead and buried in the grave, and then one day, she was forgotten.
The most weird thing is that there is a mysterious force that cuts off the subtle induction between her and the red bee, making her unable to obtain information from the outside world through the eyes of the red bee, and she feels even more deeply depressed.
The auspicious queen said to ask her to do something, and then Qingluan was brought here.
The queen returned her piano, her baggage, and said to her with a smile, thank you for your help, and then she was gone.
It turned out that waiting here was what the auspicious queen asked her to do.
Qingluan stood up and walked back and forth anxiously, occasionally ignoring the roar of the image, calling Zhuge Ru crazy, calling Helianchuan, calling the red bee, calling anyone who could hear her voice.
Please, she just wants to talk to someone for speaking, so quiet, she can't breathe.