Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

But just as his body touched the back, the metal collar around his neck flashed an arc of electricity.

The man woke up again.

His eyes were tightly open, bloodshot. The man looked tired and tried to raise his hand.

But it was obvious that his current condition did not support him to continue working. The man did not raise his hands in the end and pounded them on both sides of his body.

"Ziziz." The sound of electric current was heard, and the man suddenly stood up, with strength coming from nowhere, and swung the pickaxe at the ore frantically, at such a fast speed that it left an afterimage.

Ivan turned his head sharply and saw the administrator drinking tea made from his hair while quickly pressing the remote control in front of his neck.

With each click, you swing the tool faster.

Two strings of blood and tears slid down the man's face, and his eyes were full of despair. He was already very tired, but his body continued to work uncontrollably.

That is not breaking through the limit, but overdrawing life.

He could already feel that after all this operation, the vitality in his body was gradually fading away.

He was about to... die.

Seeing the man's lively expression, the administrator increased his speed and pressed even harder.

Soon, the man began to foam at the mouth, his mouth was crooked and his eyes were squinting. He spitted while chiseling ore, and his whole body twitched and shook.

The administrator laughed out loud: "What a wonderful performance."

To him, this is just a show, more interesting than flowers blooming, fountains spraying... and it can make him happy both physically and mentally.

How cruel.

Ivan turned his head away, suppressing the urge to stop them. He tried to remind himself that these were a group of criminals, and everyone was imprisoned here because of their mistakes and did not deserve sympathy.

Every evildoer will be punished by his own evil. Who knows, they might actually be a group of murderers.

But what if they are not murderers? Do they deserve to be treated like this just because they made a mistake?

When the man was twitching, everyone at the scene looked over here with a sad expression.

Nothing is more despairing than seeing your companions being tortured and dying.

Because they are not just companions, they also represent thousands and thousands of little people who have the same status as themselves and are controlled by others.

……

In Longguo, Chen Yue was taken to a factory and sat down in front of the designated assembly line position.

His task was simple, to piece together the different kinds of small animals sent from the assembly line, a three-legged cat, a sheep with half an ear, etc...

Use super glue to stick the other animal parts in the box.

So what you get is a cat with a goose foot that is much longer than its other three legs.

A little sheep with grey donkey ears.

The more Chen Yue worked, the more frightened he became, because he gradually discovered a problem: the missing limbs of the small animals that were teleported over appeared in the boxes of other workers.

This was in stark contrast to his original idea.

It seems that the little animals did not become disabled because of an accident...

……

At the same time, Vina, the chosen one from India, whose room number was only a few rooms ahead of Chen Yue's, did something similar.

Her task was to sew human baby organs onto some broken rag dolls.

Although it was a bit cruel, the work these two did was still much better than Ivan's. At least they didn't have to worry about being exhausted or dying from the sun...

……

Among them, Xu Ye is the most comfortable.

He was taken to a table with a pile of unopened letters on it. His job was to reply to the contents of these letters and then have them mailed out by a special person.

There is no time or quantity requirement.

Xu Ye turned around and saw that his other roommates were in a similar situation. Some were writing furiously, while others were folding paper cranes with letters.

Got it, this is a game, right?

A communication game specially designed to help mental patients recover.

Barrage: "What are these?"

"I'm curious, who would send a letter to someone in prison."

"Open it quickly and take a look."

"In fact, it's better not to open it. There is no mandatory requirement anyway. Opening it will cause contamination."

Humans and weirdness are naturally in opposition. If humans are likened to a basin of clear water, then weirdness is pitch-black ink.

Ink is not easy to dilute, but clear water can easily turn black.

If you want to avoid turning black, the best way is not to fight against the ink, but to stay away from it and never meet it.

Xu Ye opened a dirty envelope with mud spots on it:

"Hello, teacher."

Based on this beginning alone, Xu Ye confirmed that he was in a mental hospital.

No one would speak so politely to someone whose freedom is restricted.

The reason why the strong are respected is because they are strong.

Xu Ye felt that in his current situation, he was far from being strong. He was even in a very miserable state.

He subconsciously touched the collar around his neck and continued to read:

"I really don't know what to do, so I wrote this letter as a last resort. I hope you can see it.

After my mother left for work, my stepfather took the opportunity to pour all the scalding milk down my throat and forced me to kneel down and crawl...

He has been like this all these years. I want to kill him, but I am afraid that my mother will be sad because my mother loves him very much and I love my mother very much.

I tried to explain, but my mother didn't believe me. She scolded me for making trouble and wanting to destroy her true love that she had finally found.

Please tell me how to choose...

I have prepared straw and diesel, and I am ready to act at midnight... I am willing to be buried in the sea of ​​fire together with my mother to make up for my guilt towards her."

Xu Ye picked up the pen: "Why did you kill him? Don't you think you are too cruel?"

Swish, swish, swish, his pen tip moved and he wrote a chemical equation on the paper.

You can give them this recipe to drink.

Put your mother and stepfather on the same bed, so that your mother's eyes can always follow the person she loves.

Barrage:"……"

"If I'm not mistaken, this ingredient seems to cause paralysis, right?"