mayfly era

"Let you see the gap between yourself and the world," Smoker said calmly, "let us also see the gap between you."

"You are a mature combatant, don't you feel ashamed to beat us students like this?" It was still the same student, he was obviously more excited, and his saliva dripped out more.

"I'm not your superior right now, and I have no obligation to protect you. In the future, the enemies you will encounter will be thousands of times less human than mine," Smoker said calmly, "It can be said that I am your gentlest enemy .”

"Fuck, you are beating me up! Why are you pretending to be a good person? I want to sue you for your serial number and name! Let me tell you, my father is the commander... You, you dare to offend me!" The student had already Sweeping the look of cowering and terrified before, he rushed up and grabbed the collar of the bong.

People are really confident and fearless.Different positions, so there is no order of right and wrong, which is really disgusting.

Smoky felt the energy bar in his stomach about to burst out of his throat.

"Young master," the smoking gun reached out and grabbed the hair on the student's forehead, and pulled it away from his body inch by inch. He suppressed his anger, "You go home, this place is not suitable for you."

"The people needed here must be able to go to the battlefield or go to hell. Even the king of hell will not be able to take your life. The enemy is not your parents, classmates, or me who are in conflict with you. They will not compromise with you, no They will leave no room for you. If they want to kill you, they will not hesitate for a second, and if they want to force information from you, they will use all cruel means."

"You haven't seen a land swollen with blood, you haven't seen the brothers around you turned into pieces of meat, you haven't been stabbed in the eye by the point of a knife, and you haven't been violent day and night..." The voice of the smoking gun was calm, brows furrowed. But his wrinkles became tighter and tighter, and his expression was a little distorted, "If you want to leave a whole body for yourself, get out of here as soon as possible, and go back to your parents' arms!"

□□Pressing his hand on the shoulder of the pipe, his eyes were a little red.

People who have not experienced war will never understand these words.

Written language is pale, so people invented the gramophone.The sound can not express the whole picture, people invented the television.Televisions only have audio-visual functions, which is not enough, so people invented five-sense analog restorers.But why is there still a gap in communication?

In the end, people found powerlessly that human thinking can never go straight through, and there are always deviations in expression between input and output, not to mention that human beings can lie.

So how much can other people really feel the pain they have experienced?

"What you've heard is the forty beheadings, those stories that have been passed on like a god." Smoker calmed down, "Yes, we are that awesome, even more awesome than you think, but you don't deserve it."

"Shaman kid, that girl still needs to count to six, come with me." Smoker kicked and lay down on the ground, pretending to be dead, counting to six.

Shu Liu twisted his butt, then got up from the ground, yawned, he rubbed his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Brother Gun, you seem to have cured my cervical spondylosis for many years..."

Handing over the mess of appeasing the students to Wu Ya, and handing over the three students brought up to Song Guang, Yan Qiang waved his hand and yawned, "Master, I'm sleepy, go back to sleep first."

Song Guang nodded, "It's hard work, go back and rest."

Smoker wanted to get out of here quickly, because the nausea in his stomach couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

He rushed into the bathroom, bent over and vomited recklessly, the incompletely digested food fell down his esophagus into the drain with a strong falling force.The stomach bag swayed exaggeratedly, he pressed it hard, the strength in his hand lost control, and he almost put his entire palm into his stomach.

He vomited again, the mucus was mixed with blood, and his mouth was full of fishy sweetness.

He coughed his burning throat, and spat forcefully. How he wished that this bloody phlegm could be spat on the faces of these dandies.

"Such a big reaction."

He turned his head and froze for a moment.This half-second daze was because he suddenly realized that he could not see the person coming at the door clearly only from this angle.His right eye rarely told him of his own blindness.

He wiped the smudges around his mouth indiscriminately, flushed, rinsed his mouth, and washed his hands. When he raised his head again, he saw that his left eye was red and his right eye was cloudy, so he couldn't help showing a wry smile.

Song Guang patted him on the shoulder and unscrewed a bottle of bottled water for him.

"It's always been people like this that we've tried our best to protect." Song Guang's flat voice sounded, and he slammed each word clearly on the floor, "If you want to live, don't criticize yourself."

Song Guang looked down at the pipe, he was taller than the pipe, more than 1.9 meters tall.At this moment, he was carrying the light as if he was carrying the light.His expression was calm and solemn, like a priest in a solemn palace.Tall, calm, and merciful, everyone who believes in gods can't help but want to confess to him.

"I can figure it out," Smoker covered his face with his hands, water dripped from his palms, his voice trembled a little, "but I also feel...why should I live and suffer. "

"Because you are different from us," Song Guang patted the shoulder of the smoking gun, "Whether it is the counter-revolutionary, me or Chen Li, we all have a destination we must reach, so even if we are in pain, we must continue to swim. "

"Your pain comes from you, without selfishness."

The smoking gun trembled all over, and his mind suddenly went blank.I just heard similar words from Chen Li last night, "I'm sorry, I have some selfish intentions." When Chen Li said these words, he heard strong anxiety and guilt.

He understood something in a trance, but it was difficult to sum it up briefly.

The "selfishness" mentioned by Song Guang and Chen Li's "selfishness" may be the things that support their survival.

They have seen so many deaths, from fear of death to numbness to death, and then breed a kind of extremely contradictory guilt and self-ashamedness.So much so that no matter what the purpose is, what object they face, and what result they achieve, they all want to kneel down and feel guilty to the dead.

This is a huge, unsolvable vicious circle.Many soldiers commit suicide after performing extremely brutal missions, and the suicide rate is highest among them--that term that can no longer be included in the report.

Smoker closed his eyes, and he saw the heavy rain during the day again, and the sky was as dark as night.It was hard to tell whether the rain was mixed with blood or blood was mixed with rain. The torrential rain continued, and the muddy blood bulged out big bubbles on the ground, like the skin of a devil.

People like them often ask themselves two questions: "Can I come back alive this time?" and "Why didn't I die?"

These two questions are like whispers of the devil, tearing away the soul and body, and inviting him into the abyss.

"Don't think about it anymore, take medicine and sleep." Song Guang's voice was calm and full of soothing power.

It was only at this time that Yan Qiang noticed that Song Guang had a pill next to the bottled water on the sink.He bit off the film without hesitation, and swallowed the white tablet. The tablet was so hard that it passed through his esophagus like a stone.

He gulped down half a bottle of water.

Song Guang sighed, rubbed the silver-white hair of the smoking gun, and asked softly, "It's worse than before, how long has it been like this?"

"This year," Smoker calmed down a bit, "I used to be upset and couldn't sleep, but unlike now, there will be physiological reactions."

Smoker frowned, and continued, "That dream... I often have it recently, whenever I fall asleep, I dream about it. I fucking feel like I'm going to die. I'm sick. Fuck, I don't like this way of dying."

"Do you want to interfere mentally?"

Smoker was silent for a long time, but still shook his head.

"Are you discriminating against modern medicine?" Song Guang said in that flat tone, which always seemed a bit strange, "I'll prescribe you two soothing soups for recuperation?"

Smoker smiled, and his tone seemed to be a little more relaxed, "Why don't you ask the boss to give me a vacation, look, I'm tired and sick."

"I'll take you back to rest, while there's nothing else to do now." Song Guang led him out with his hand on the shoulder of the smoking gun.

"I knew the leadership would always be the exploitative class."

***

After Chen Li left the cafeteria alone, he went to the interrogation room. The man he brought back the day before was still lying there, tied up with nutrient solution, and his body was tightly bound. Except for a few fingers, he couldn't move his muscles and joints. The African bureau deservedly ranked first in the thirteen divisions in terms of binding.

Chen Li placed the touch-screen input pad under the man's right hand, and then sat on the chair beside the man.

The man was awake, staring at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes.His teeth and mandible were broken by Chen Li's kick, and he must not be able to speak for a short time.It just so happens that Chen Li doesn't like to listen to people's detours, he just needs direct questions and answers.

Chen Li repeated the first question three times, but the man's fingers did not move.Chen Li asked the second question, and repeated it three times, but the man refused to answer.Chen Li asked a third question in the same form, and the man was still staring at the ceiling.

"I asked three questions, and only the second question gave feedback to your breathing, which was delayed for about 0.5 seconds, so the second question...'What is the relationship between that mixed-race man and you', it should be you The question I want to avoid most." Chen Li's fingers lightly tapped the hollow bedpost above the man's head.

Knocking something is a common interrogation method, mainly used to distract willpower.

"'Weapons' and 'women who look like octopuses' are not a problem in your opinion, so what you are afraid of is not the law, you are not afraid of being punished by the law at all, after all, you are not the one who is illegally armed, nor are those suspected of body modification. It's not you, but you are afraid that I will mention the matter of the mixed-race man, so you are indeed involved in the matter of that man, or you two are doing this matter together."

"Let me guess, are you the superior, instructing him to do things, or are you his subordinate, responsible for handling the aftermath for him?" Chen Li smiled, "So you took away his body."

The man's breathing became visibly heavier.

"Then have you continued his mission and explored the depths?"

"I guess you don't dare. You are so timid, you dare to touch his woman only after he died." Chen Li's eyes fell on the man's fingers, and those stubby fingers contracted slightly twice.

"No, that was originally your woman, but he snatched her away, but you are too timid to resist him, so you can only hand her over to others," Chen Li continued to speak in a clear and fast tone , "It's a pity that she loves you, but you don't love her. She dared to attack me for you, but you can only find a trace of masculine dignity when you treat her as an object and share it with others."

"Cowardly and shameless." While Chen Li uttered these two verdicts heavily, the man's whole body convulsed.

"I'm guessing, where did you and that octopus woman escape from, and then you fell in love with a mixed-race man, and you have no identity or were hunted down? So you have to help that mixed-race man do dirty work," Chen Yue said lightly, " In fact, I understand everything I need to know when I find your old nest, there is no need to hide it, if you tell me what I want to know, maybe I can give you a good time."

"Otherwise, your end point is to die of illness or starvation in the dungeon, and your woman will be dissected, vivisectioned, and turned into pieces, piece by piece, inch by inch."

"Don't worry, it's all legal." Chen Li patted the back of the man's hand with a serious tone, "Even if it's not legal, I will make it legal."

The touch screen panel under the man's hand made the first sound of contact response, and soon there were second and third sounds. Chen Li looked up at the electronic image projected in the air, and the man's handwriting was fed back in real time.

"Can't move the big guy"

Chen Li said: "Continue."

“Bar no”

Chen Li nodded, "Who told you to go to the bar."

The man's eyes staring at the ceiling suddenly began to cry, but his jaw was shattered, and he couldn't cry, only a vague "woo hoo" sound.

The man "Shang Zong" wrote these two words.

"Mr. Shang." Chen Li repeated these two words.

"Other? Purpose?" Chen Li asked coldly.

The man's body swayed. Due to the tight restraints, his movement was very slight, but it could be seen that he was shaking his head.

Chen Li nodded and said to him, "Thank you, goodbye."

It seems that what t suffered should be an indiscriminate disaster.

He was in a violent estrus period at the time, so he was unable to leave the bar. He happened to be met by a mixed-race man who wanted to invade the bar to find something. On the periphery, wait for Chen Li to leave in a hurry, take the man's body away and destroy it.The person who drove these two people into Chen Li's bar to find something was the "Shang Zong" they called.

Chen Li left the interrogation room, and was about to send a message to Fange while walking, but was stopped after walking a few steps. He raised his head, and saw Fange waving at him from the door with half of his body on his back.

"Come here, I have something to talk to you about."

Chen Li responded in a muffled voice, and quickly walked into the room where the counter-revolutionary was.

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If you can see this, congratulations, you have unlocked all the main characters (or people associated with the characters), and you have almost understood the background hahahaha, there are six to eight main texts next.Today is 2021.9.20 at two o'clock in the morning. I edited the article on a whim, only to find that there are so many frames... Thank you for the hard work of the little cuties who have read and chased

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