Chapter 15

"Let you see the gap between you and the world," Smoker was very calm, "Let us see the gap between you too."

"You are a mature fighter. Don't you feel ashamed to abuse us students like this?" It was the same student, he was obviously more excited, drooling more.

"I am not your superior yet, I have no obligation to protect you. In the future, you will encounter enemies who are thousands of times more ruthless than me," Smoker's tone was very calm, "You can say that I am your most gentle enemy."

"Bah, you are beating me! Why are you pretending to be a good person? Your number, your name, I will sue you! I tell you, my father is the commander... You, you dare to offend me!" The student had swept away the previous trembling and fearful look at this time, and actually rushed up and grabbed Smoker's collar.

People are really fearless because of their talents. Different positions, so right and wrong are disordered, which is really disgusting.

Smoker felt that the energy bar in his stomach was about to burst out of his throat.

"Young Master," Yan Qiang stretched out his hand to grab the hair of the student's forehead, pulling 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 and go to hell, and even the King of Hell can't take your life. The enemy is not your parents, classmates, or me who have conflicts with you. They will not compromise with you and will not leave you any room. If they want to kill you, they will not hesitate for a second. If they want to force information out of your mouth, they will use all cruel means."

"You have never seen the land swollen with blood, you have never woken up to find your brothers beside you turned into minced meat, you have never had your eyes stabbed by the tip of a knife, and you have not been abused day and night..." Yan Qiang's voice was calm, but his brows were frowning more and more tightly, and his expression was a little distorted, "If you want to leave yourself a whole body, get out of here as soon as possible and get back to your parents' arms!"

□□ put his hand on Yan Qiang's shoulder, his eyes were a little red.

People who have not experienced war will never be able to empathize with these words.

Written language is pale, so people invented the phonograph. Sound cannot express the whole picture, so people invented television. Television only has audio-visual functions, which is not enough, so people invented the five-sense simulation restorer. But why are there still gaps in communication?

Finally, people helplessly discovered that human thinking can never penetrate directly, and there will always be deviations in the meaning of input and output, not to mention that humans will lie.

So how much of the pain they have experienced can others really feel?

"What you have heard are the forty beheading operations and those stories that are spread like a god," Yanqiang calmed down, "Yes, we are so awesome, even more awesome than you think, but you don't deserve it."

"Shaman boy, that girl still wants to count to six, follow me." Yanqiang kicked the counting six who was still lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

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

Leaving the mess of comforting the students to Crow, and the three students he brought up to Songguang, Yanqiang waved his hand and yawned, "Uncle, I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep first."

Songguang nodded, "You've worked hard, go back and rest."

Yanqiang wanted to leave here quickly, because the nausea in his stomach could not be suppressed.

He rushed into the bathroom, bent over and vomited regardless of anything. The undigested food went down his esophagus with a strong downward force and returned to the drainage ditch. The stomach was shaking exaggeratedly, and he pressed it hard. The strength in his hand was out of control, and he almost put his entire palm into his stomach.

He vomited again, mucus mixed with blood, full of fishy sweetness.

He coughed his burning throat and spat hard. He wished that this bloody phlegm could be spit on the faces of these dandies.

"Such a big reaction."

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

He wiped the stains on the corner of his mouth, rinsed, 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 chaotic. He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Song Guang patted his shoulder and unscrewed a bottle of water for him.

"We have been trying our best to protect people like this." Song Guang's calm voice sounded, and every word was clearly hit on the floor, "If you want to survive, don't blame yourself."

Song Guang lowered his eyes and looked at the cigarette gun. He was taller than the cigarette gun, with a height of more than 1.9 meters. At this moment, he was carrying the light on his back. His expression was calm and solemn, just like a priest in a solemn temple. Tall, calm, and compassionate, every person who believed in God couldn't help but want to confess to him.

"I can understand these," Yan Qiang covered his face with his hands, water dripped from his palms, and his voice trembled a little, "but I also feel... why should I live, live in pain."

"Because you are different from us," Song Guang patted Yan Qiang's shoulder, "whether it is the counter-revolution, me or Chen Li, we have a destination that we must reach, so even if we are in pain, we must keep swimming."

"Your pain comes from you, without selfishness."

Yan Qiang shuddered all over, and his mind suddenly went blank. Similar words were heard from Chen Li last night, "Sorry, I am a little selfish", when Chen Li said this, he heard a strong sense of uneasiness and guilt.

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

The "selfishness" that Song Guang mentioned and Chen Li's "selfishness" may be what supports them to live.

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

This is a huge, unsolvable vicious circle. Many soldiers will commit suicide after performing extremely brutal tasks, and the one with the highest suicide rate is the noun that can no longer be written into the report.

Yongqiang closed his eyes, and he saw the daytime rainstorm again, and the sky was as dark as night. It was unclear whether the rain was mixed with blood, or blood was mixed with rain. The rainstorm continued, and the muddy blood bulged out large bubbles on the ground one by one, like the skin of the 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 the whispers of the devil, tearing the soul and body, inviting him into the abyss.

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

It was only then that Yan Qiang noticed that there was a pill next to the bottle of water that Song Guang placed on the sink. He bit the film without hesitation and swallowed the white pill into his stomach. The pill was very hard and scratched his esophagus like a stone.

He gulped down half a bottle of water.

Song Guang sighed, rubbed Yan Qiang's silver-white hair, and asked softly, "It's worse than before. How long has it been like this?"

"This year," Yan Qiang calmed down a little, "I used to be upset and couldn't sleep, but not like now, there will be physiological reactions."

Yan Qiang frowned and continued, "That dream... I often have it recently. I will dream about it as long as I fall asleep. I feel like I'm going to die soon, sick and dead, fuck, I don't like this way of dying the most."

"Do you want to do mental interference?"

Yan Qiang was silent for a long time, but still shook his head. "Do you discriminate against modern medicine?" Song Guang said this in a bland tone, which always seemed a little strange. "I'll prescribe two doses of tranquilizing soup for you to recuperate?"

Yongqiang smiled, and his tone seemed to be a little more relaxed. "Why not let the boss give me a holiday? Look, I'm tired and sick."

"I'll take you back to rest while there's nothing to do now." Song Guang supported the shoulder of the smoker and led him out.

"I know that leaders are always the exploiting 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, with nutrient solution injected into his body. He was tied up tightly. Except for a few fingers that could move, all the muscles and joints in his body could not move. The non-bureau is undoubtedly the best in the Thirteenth Bureau in terms of binding.

Chen Li placed the touch screen input board under the man's right hand, and then sat on the chair next to 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 would definitely not be able to speak for a short time. It just so happened that Chen Li didn't like to listen to people beating around the bush, he just wanted direct questions and answers.

Chen Li repeated the first question three times, and the man's fingers didn't move. Chen Li asked the second question, and repeated it three times, and the man refused to answer. Chen Li asked the third question in the same way, and the man still stared at the ceiling.

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

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

"'Weapons' and 'women who look like octopuses' are not a problem for you, so you are not afraid of the law. You are not afraid of being punished by the law at all. After all, it is not you who illegally possesses weapons, and it is not you who is suspected of human body modification. 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 together."

"Let me guess, are you the superior, directing 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 obviously heavier.

"Did you continue his mission and explore deeper?"

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

"No, that woman was originally yours, but he took her away. However, you were too timid to resist him, so you had no choice but to give her to others," Chen Li continued in a clear and fast tone, "Unfortunately, she loves you, but you don't love her. She dared to make a move on me for you, but you only treated her as an object and could only find a trace of male dignity when sharing her with others."

"Cowardly, and shameless." As Chen Li uttered these two sentences solemnly, the man's whole body spasmed.

"I guess, you and that octopus woman escaped from somewhere, and then you joined forces with the mixed-blood man. You have no identity but are being hunted? So you have to help that mixed-blood man do dirty work," Chen Li said lightly, "In fact, I know everything I should know after finding your lair. There is no need to hide it. Tell me what I want to know, and maybe I can give you a quick death."

"Otherwise, your end is to die of illness or starvation in the underground city, and your woman will be dissected, live dissected, into pieces, slices, and inches."

"Don't worry, this is all legal," Chen Li patted the back of the man's hand, and said seriously, "Even if it is illegal, I will make it legal."

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

"I can't afford to touch a big shot"

Chen Li said, "Go on."

"There's no one in the bar"

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

The man stared at the ceiling and suddenly began to cry, but his jaw was broken and he couldn't cry out, he could only make a vague "woohoo" sound.

"Mr. Shang" the man wrote these two words.

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

"Others? Purpose?" Chen Li asked coldly.

The man's body shook. Because he was tied up tightly, his movements were 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 unprovoked disaster.

He was in a severe estrus period at the time, so he was unable to leave the bar. He happened to be met by a mixed-blood man who was going to invade the bar to find something. The man was induced to be beastly, so he raped him and was killed by Chen Li who returned. The timid man hid on the periphery and waited for Chen Li to leave in a hurry before taking the man's body away and destroying it. The person who drove the two men into Chen Li's bar to look for something was the "Mr. Shang" they called.

Chen Li left the interrogation room and was about to send a message to Fan Ge as he walked. He was stopped after walking a few steps. He looked up and saw Fan Ge waving at him from the door with half of his body leaning forward.

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

Chen Li responded in a muffled voice and walked quickly into the room where Fan Ge was.