mayfly era

The round-faced man hesitated for a while, his fingers slid quickly on the receiving board, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "There is one that applies, your first-level identity has three and ten minutes to be alone with the interrogate, and three and ten minutes to me Need to be present...can you accept it?"

Half a minute ago, he was still moved by Chen Li's "biography", and half a minute later he was actively looking for loopholes in the regulations for lynching.Chen Li thought, this person is very accomplished in being shameless and fake.

Cong Shanqin frowned, "I can't."

"Oh, this..."

"Lu Feiyu dare not ask me so." Cong Shanqin said coldly.

The round-faced man gave a dry laugh, "I'm willing to take risks for you."

"Go away." Cong Shanqin raised his hand in disgust, as if dismissing a beggar who came to the door.

It seems that Cong Shanqin likes to order others, but he doesn't like dog legs.

The round-faced man left, Cong Shanqin turned off all the instruments, and this space completely became Cong Shanqin's private property.

"Your mother and I—" Cong Shanqin opened his mouth and was immediately interrupted by Chen Li.

"Marshal Cong, you only have one hour, what kind of lynching should be used as soon as possible, don't waste time."

Cong Shanqin's eyes became more sinister, he raised his crutches, and knocked on the ground vigorously.

A row of men in black came in from outside the holographic door, surrounding Chen Yue. Chen Yue recognized Ye Shishi among them, and the others were all unfamiliar faces.

"You don't have to go through so much trouble," Chen Li said, "I won't run, I won't hide, and I won't admit things I don't have."

"Then why do you hide your belly? Could it be that you are pregnant with the dog seed of some wild dog?" Cong Shanqin said viciously, with a bit of joy in his tone, insulting Chen Yue made him feel relieved.

"My burns were so severe that I had to replace them with metal skin." Chen Yue said calmly.

"Boy, I saw you at the banquet yesterday, and you didn't look seriously injured."

"You look down on me too much," Chen Li said, "You lynched me today, and tomorrow I can touch your house and hang you on the window, as long as I want."

Cong Shanqin sneered again, "But you can't get out, kid."

"Old man, are you in your seventies this year?"

Cong Shanqin froze for a moment, he hadn't met someone who was so rude to him for a long time.

"People in their 70s are just catching up with the election next year, and their subordinates are piled up with waste," Chen Li said unequivocally, "You killed me, do you think that the counter-revolutionary will help you do things?"

Cong Shanqin sneered, "Boy, you guys don't dare to talk to me like that, last time—"

"Last time you tore his mouth," Chen Li casually interrupted Cong Shanqin again, "He doesn't speak well, I'm better than blue."

The muscles on Cong Shanqin's face twitched a few times. He turned the cane, grinding the floor until it creaked.

For a fierce person, silence is more deterrent than eruption. In this narrow room, there is only the sound of Cong Shanqin turning his cane, and his subordinates lower their heads like rats, not daring to speak out.

"I'll give you a chance to say the last word, for the sake of my old friend." Cong Shanqin said.

Hearing the word "old friend", Chen Li immediately spat at Cong Shanqin, but unfortunately his mouth was dry and he couldn't spit on Cong Shanqin's face.

In the next second, he was pushed to the ground, and the hoverboard spun and hit the hard resin wall, making a series of crisp sounds.

In an instant, countless heads of people crowded in front of him, and countless hands pressed his limbs. Instead of struggling, he closed his eyes in disgust...

The obviously burnt rotten flesh adhered to the metal skin was torn off and presented to Cong Shanqin. The wound continued to bleed violently, and soon it was bright red all over the place.

Enduring the severe pain caused several blood vessels in Chen Yue's eyes to burst, and he was dizzy with red and white eyes. He asked with a sneer, "Does my internal organs look good?"

Cong Shanqin slammed the peeled metal sheet against the wall, with a "pop", mixed with the sound of water and mud, a huge bloodstain was drawn on the bare skis.

"You are obviously Chen Ming's son, and you have the same disgusting eyes as hers." Cong Shanqin threw down his crutches, walked up to Chen Li in three steps, and looked at him condescendingly.

"I'm not..." Chen Li was sweating like rain, and the burst blood vessels in his eyes made a red mist spread before his eyes, but he still resolutely refuted.

Cong Shanqin suddenly raised his toes, put the front end of the steel plate on his boots against Chen Li's waist, and slowly squeezed inward.

Cong Shanqin didn't use much effort, the blood soon stained the toe of his shoe.

With this astonishing amount of bleeding, Chen Li should have been on the verge of fainting, but the young man in front of him stood upright, and there was no trace of confusion in his dark eyes.

The next second, Cong Shanqin kicked Chen Li heavily on the waist, and the damaged and exposed internal organs were hit again. Chen Li turned over suddenly and vomited a mouthful of blood. He tried to block Cong Shanqin's continuous kicks with his arms, but was again attacked by Cong Shanqin's subordinates. He pressed flat with all hands and feet, and grabbed several bloody fingerprints on his body.

"Everyone go out and take his shirt away." Cong Shanqin said in an unhappy tone.

What a pity about those handprints, what a lynching evidence.Chen Li thought.

In fact, such an injury is still far from his limit, and he is still very conscious.But Cong Shanqin may not know.

Chen Yue deliberately relaxed his endurance, letting groans and painful grunts overflow from his mouth.

Cong Shanqin bent down and stared at Chen Li for a while, feeling that the distance was not close enough, he knelt down and stroked Chen Li's hair.

"It's all soaked, it hurts." Cong Shanqin's voice became friendly, but it was more terrifying than when he was angry.

Chen Li let his eyes lose focus, and Cong Shanqin's old face turned into two, three...many, disgustingly fierce faces in front of his eyes.

"Boy, don't carry it hard. You are still young. Do you want to live in a wheelchair in the future? The damage to your organs is much more terrible than the damage to your limbs. You may not even be able to stand up."

Chen Li sneered inwardly, and Cong Shanqin said such words to him, as if a son born with a golden spoon was talking about how terrible poverty is.

"I can put my hand into your stomach, pull out that little uterus of yours, put it on the ground before the nerve breaks, and step on it hard." Cong Shanqin's voice quickly slipped from kindness to coldness.

Chen Li stared at him weakly, his face was pale due to excessive blood loss, his lips were blue, his voice was broken and trembling, "Don't...don't fucking...touch me."

Cong Shanqin raised his hand and slapped Chen Li across the face, "I still think you're dirty."

The blood gradually stopped, but the dizziness became more and more serious. Chen Li kept awake by reciting the last sailing route in his heart, "312 Zuohang 66, Northwest 3415, reaching the Cape of Notre Dame..."

Suddenly he felt a bit of coolness piercing his neck, and he turned his eyes to look down—a thumb-sized iron-gray bladder was squashed, and a strange numbness squeezed into his throat.

Chen Li's eye sockets were cracked due to the rapid dilation, and he shouted with all his strength, "Feiluotu!"

Cong Shanqin trembled all over, and quickly rushed forward to cover Chen Li's mouth. The fierce light in his eyes reached the extreme, and he squeezed out his low voice from between his teeth, "How do you recognize it?"

Chen Li shook his head violently to break away from Cong Shanqin's restraint. He swung his elbow and knocked Cong Shanqin over.

But it was still too late.

The perception of reality moved away from him at the speed of light, his brain was involved in chaos, and the light spots that could not distinguish the color jumped in front of his eyes, he couldn't control himself, opened his mouth wide, and the saliva dripped out embarrassingly.

Seeing this, Cong Shanqin immediately turned Chen Li over, eagerly put his face on it, and shouted loudly, "Chen Ye, Chen Ye, Chen Ye!"

his name.

His previous name was Chen Ye.

"I…"

Drugs erode the spirit like a hurricane passing through, leaving only dilapidated ruins in the blink of an eye.

Chen Yue found that he could no longer control his mouth, his brain was out of control, his tongue was spinning wildly, and the answer was ready to come out——

"I'm…"

He couldn't hear what he said afterwards, and the humming of the medicine rushed to the limit like a flood in his ears.

The phantoms in front of him burst from a single point of light, and quickly jumped into a complex and disordered space. Those phantoms did not belong to this world, because he didn't know each of them, and he couldn't describe them in words.

The phantom is boundless and stretches and grows in countless directions-in an instant, it becomes extremely complicated, and in an instant, it becomes nothingness.

The extremely complex and the minimalist alternate as quickly as flipping through a book, and then piled up layer by layer without any structure, evolving into an irreversible external force, surrounding, squeezing, and dehydrating... He felt that he was about to be turned into a mummy by hallucinations.

Suddenly, he saw himself in the phantom.

He saw himself lying on the blood-red ground covered in blood, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was wriggling, and there was half an arm and an old hand in front of him.

That hand was pinching his cheeks tightly, making him loosen his teeth.

At the same time, he also saw another world, smaller and farther away - there was only a white wall that shook slightly.

Even if it is a Philograph that can catalyze severe hallucinations, it is impossible for people to see their own face directly.

It is never possible for a man to see his own face without any reflection.

Chen Li suddenly realized that he was looking at himself with Cong Shanqin's eyes!

The moment this idea was born, the hallucinations brought about by the drug disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

His mind turned sober in a ferocious state, and he easily took away all the pictures in front of him, including the phantom of drugs, as well as Cong Shanqin's perspective and the weird white wall.

He jumped back into his own world, or...his perspective.

In front of him was Cong Shanqin's anxious and almost crazy face because he hadn't heard the answer from him for a long time.

The crazy old man waved his hands and slapped him hard in turn, his voice was almost screaming, "Say your name! Say your fucking name!"

"Say—speak!"

"Chen...Chen...Li..." These two words jumped out of his throat.

The ruthless expression on Cong Shanqin's face was lost because of this answer, and he sat down on the ground as if exhausted, panting heavily.

In the next ten minutes, Cong Shanqin used various methods, either intimidating or seducing, but he knew the answer, "Chen Li".

In the end, Cong Shanqin sat slumped on the ground, sighed long, and seemed to be relieved.

There was a soft knock on the door, and a round face cautiously poked in.

The round-faced man turned a blind eye to the tragic lynching scene, smiled and said to Cong Shanqin, "It's time, Marshal Cong...do you need me to go in and help you?"

Cong Shanqin glanced at him, sat up straight, and patted the crumpled clothes on his chest casually.

Suddenly, Chen Li raised his weak voice and shouted, "Feiluotu!"

The round-faced man was stunned for a moment, "Feiluotu? What is Feiluotu?"

A fierce light flashed in Cong Shanqin's eyes, he stood up with his crutches on his hands, and said in an unquestionable tone, "He's bleeding too much, he's talking nonsense."

The round-faced man nodded cautiously, "I can't understand what he's talking about either."

Cong Shanqin snorted coldly, and gave the round-faced man a cold look, but the round-faced man just smiled apologetically.

The round-faced man sent Cong Shanqin away and returned.

He said to Chen Li in a somewhat helpless tone, "Can you still hold on? There are still 68 hours left, and the doctor will be called for you in the last ten hours."

Chen Li didn't speak, he thought, lying...it's quite comfortable.