This simple sentence contains so much power that it is beyond imagination.
Energy, money, technology, lifespan, almost all wishes can be realized in non-relics - in this underground world, non-relics represent everything.
But now, someone has given them the way to the treasure, but the way to obtain the treasure map is just to attack a few ordinary people.
Gosh, it's harder than this to kill a 100-day-old lamb.
They were crowded, and the information coming from their ears was true and false, making the sound of music no longer noticeable on the huge dance floor.
The person who caused all this has returned home at this moment.
Jiang Wan didn't leave. She rolled up the uniform and clothes she wore out during the day and went to sleep.
She held the pistol in her arms, and there was a trace of sadness in her eyebrows after she fell asleep.
Chen Qing didn't sleep. He was sitting in the room, touching his forehead with his index finger, a look of worry on his face.
That eye was still aching.
He took out the non-relics in his pocket, hesitated for a while, then suddenly closed his eyes and covered his face with human skin.
The weather is getting colder, and even the things in my pockets are getting cold, just like the touch on my face.
He opened his eyes and saw that his arms had become slender. She waved her hands slightly, and the meridians on her hands were clearly defined.
"It's done..."
She spoke softly, the girl's voice was euphemistic and pleasant. Listening to the voice coming from her ears, she got out of bed and walked to the mirror.
"It's done."
She looked at herself standing on tiptoes in the mirror; she looked at herself jumping gently, the girl's dancing posture was so moving, even the random postures had a different kind of beauty.
Zhang Tinglan's figure is stunning, even in this young age that has just begun.
She is absolutely beautiful.
She recalled the scene in her mind, watching herself walk to Wu Qian, walk to the middle of the room, hide in the toilet, and then go to the street... the scene of the moment of picking up things.
She said softly: "So that's it..."
She said softly, and then tiptoed towards the door.
The moonlight was very bright, and she looked at the time. It was two-thirty at the moment.
She pointed her fingers and put the phone in the shoe box.
She looked at the moonlight and walked out the door.
…
Then three fifty-six.
A piece of news woke up the police station late at night.
Everyone fell asleep for half the night, and when they woke up they were still bleary-eyed.
They looked at the screen in the conference room and turned to look at the figure of the woman beside them. They rubbed their eyes and looked back and forth in disbelief.
That's definitely the same person.
From the skull, facial features, and even the location and size of every muscle on her body, they were all exactly the same.
Zhang Tinglan looked at everything in his eyes and was confused.
It was definitely her, but wasn't she still here fine?
She lowered her head, as if she even doubted herself.
"Is the video fake?"
"Probably...not."
A police officer lowered his voice and asked.
"What about the technical department? What do you say about the technical department?"
"The video is not fake! This is a live broadcast!"
They looked puzzled and turned their attention to Zhang Tinglan's father.
"No..." He looked at the video with the same confusion: "She is an only child...she has no sisters."
This sentence is equivalent to saying nothing. Everyone knows that this is Zhang Tinglan's sister.
She is so similar...
They looked at the person on the screen with their eyes blank, and she was looking straight ahead.
Look behind the camera.
At her mouth, a strand of crystal clear saliva flowed down the corner of her mouth to the ground.
The strand of saliva was like glue, connecting the ground and the side of the mouth, and it might be about 180 centimeters long.
In the camera, a man wearing a butcher's apron walked up to Zhang Tinglan. He bent down, lowered his head, and stared at the woman in front of him.
He stretched out his hand and opened Zhang Tinglan's eyes with two fingers. He looked at the dull eyes in front of him and his body slowed down slightly.
There was a pause visible to the naked eye, and then he stood up.
He looked at the camera in front of him, stretched out his arms and bowed. He declared loudly, as if he was about to start today's performance.
"Welcome everyone to participate in today's trial."
In front of the screen, countless people watched the camera move, and the picture walked to the girl's side, surrounded her, and looked at her carefully.
Take a picture of the thin white suspender skirt she is wearing, and take a picture of her hands hanging up, her fingers hanging down limply.
They looked at the camera and saw two blood-red dots passing behind Zhang Tinglan.
There was still blood flowing out of those two blood spots, and it also stained her dress red.
They borrowed Zhang Tinglan's figure and looked forward. On the side where the camera was originally placed, a large area of delicacies was placed on the table.
How extravagant it was, everything I had seen or never seen before, raw or cooked, flying in the sky, running on the ground, everything that could be named or could not be named seemed to be there.
She looked at the picture in front of her, and her fingertips that had not reacted for a long time were slightly raised.
But it was only a little bit, she seemed to be stimulated by the smell, and then began to react.
She raised her face, and the crystal clear silk thread around her mouth was cut off. She leaned up, and the chains on her arms yanked her back.
Then, the man wearing a butcher's apron came out.
He held a sharp blade in each of his left and right hands. The knife in his left hand rubbed against the blade in his right hand, causing sparks to rub off, making a disgusting sound.
He walked around Zhang Tinglan and looked at the girl in front of him as if he were looking at a pig waiting to be slaughtered.
There was such calmness and excessive calmness in his eyes.
He raised his hand, and the table full of food was pushed in front of Zhang Tinglan.
He put down his hand and the camera moved to the man.
He scratched his arm with the butcher knife in his hand, and the hair-raising sound spread out from his body and reached everyone's ears.
The sharp sound that cuts across the skin is enough to sting everyone's skin.
"The person on trial! Zhang Tinglan!"
He said loudly: "God has given the world plenty and fullness, but you are ashamed of God's gift. How much food have you wasted? Since you were young, when have you ever been full?
You have failed God’s kindness! You put the most basic goodness and beauty in the world under your feet and trample on them viciously!
How evil you are...to be able to ignore the most beautiful kindness God has to offer. "
He spoke loudly, two lines of clear tears slowly falling from the side of his cheeks: "What a sin, it made me wet my clothes! It's hard for me to watch everything you have done... You will definitely be judged. !”
He waved his hand again, and the two iron chains binding her arms were loosened. Zhang Tinglan's body fell forward, and her face was knocked hard on the table. Her skull was broken from the blow, and she was red in the middle. White.
The two iron chains fell behind her, and the two iron chains, which were thicker than her wrists, fell to the ground, and then made a clanging sound like the collision of iron tools.
No one cared, no one paid attention, they watched the girl in the picture with blue veins popping out, her two arms hitting the table, trying to climb up little by little.
She tore the thin pure white dress on her body and climbed up, exposing her thin body to everyone.
As she climbed up, the knives and forks on the table were like barbs, leaving dozens of wounds on her body.
She climbed up, hugged the plate with both hands, and filled her mouth.
Those inedible tableware made of aluminum, ceramics also entered her mouth, and the dozens of white teeth fell on the tableware, leaving no trace.
On the contrary, blood began to flow from the place where more than a dozen teeth were connected, and it filled the mouth.
But she didn't seem to notice. She kept grabbing the food on the table with both hands, and then stuffed it into her mouth.
He looked like he was going to fill himself up until death.
She swallowed the roasted chicken that was far beyond the limit of her jaw opening. After stuffing it to the limit, she used her teeth to cut off the food like a guillotine.
Those sharp, broken chicken bones cut through her tongue, stabbed out of her mouth, and pierced her face, turning her face into a bloody look.
But she was still addicted to it, swallowing the food on the table in mouthfuls. She didn't slowly stop until her stomach was so round that she felt as if she was pregnant.
Her skin and the ketone bodies exposed to everyone's eyes have become weird. The skin on her belly has become a little transparent, and the blood vessels and muscles in her body are so clear and easy to see.
Her ketone body has lost all the components that can be called beautiful. The part that nurtures life is no longer straight, and at this moment, it is collapsed to both sides by the skin.
She sat for a while looking at the world in front of her, and she could see the food coming out of her esophagus from her slightly standing mouth.
She sat down and was pulled back to her previous seat by two chains.
They watched the camera move to the man in the butcher's apron, watched him raise his hand, and then Zhang Tinglan's body was locked back there.
He said loudly: "The verdict is as follows. The person being judged: Zhang Tinglan! The verdict is as follows! He is guilty of gluttony! He is guilty of extravagance and waste! Please judge!"
