Among the gorgeous milky white fireworks, countless faces were reflected in it. They were hidden in that pearly world, and the picture reflected by each person was so weird.
Red, white, yellow.
Three colors of different proportions bloomed in the sky, and then under the silver moonlight that filled the earth, a few strokes of color actually fell on the people of the world.
They were a little late to react and a little confused.
They saw that the pure white clothes on their bodies were dirty, and they saw that the masks on their companions' faces were yellow.
They sniffed and smelled a fishy smell.
What a stench, as disgusting as a rotting corpse.
They turned their backs, and the vomiting feeling in their stomachs could not stop coming to their hearts.
Immediately afterwards, the food in his throat spurted out.
If you lift it quickly, the vomit will fall to the ground; if you lift it slowly, it will flow into the mouth again in the mask.
The leader was a little stunned. He tightened the butcher's apron and twisted his arm.
Puzzle and confusion lingered in my heart, but it was difficult to form a word.
Then, more emotions turned into emptiness.
That was the consequence of a huge cognition being subverted. He didn't understand, and he didn't understand why the belief he had held on to for more than twenty years collapsed overnight.
"What a joke."
His expression was quite dull, as if he had just heard a ridiculous joke or lie.
"What a joke."
He gradually began to smile, and the smile was very forced; he staggered, and the headless corpse stood in front of him, like a big mountain.
He staggered and walked to the back of the mountain. His outstretched fingers were trembling. He just touched the insurmountable mountain and fell.
It fell to the ground and made a dull roar; it announced its passing and took off its gorgeous coat.
The skin began to wither and loosen gradually. It left the surface of the skinner's body, and the suction cups on its body began to become weak.
Then, starting from the place where its chest was pressed, it disintegrated into pieces of human skin.
It was extremely red and looked scary.
His eyes were red, and the unacceptable reality was constantly impacting the defense line in his heart.
"How is this possible...how is this possible..."
He listened to the shouts in his ears, and the sounds seemed to come from far, far away.
Like the horizon, but not that far away.
Gradually, he heard it clearly. Those sounds came from in front of me, from the corner close to the other side.
Those people in pure white uniforms were crazy. They were not afraid of death and rushed forward with everything they could hold in their hands.
They brandished weapons that could not be called weapons, and then in their field of vision, they saw Chen Qing's fingertips moving over.
That is the other side, and that fingertip is the judge. Whoever he points to, a bullet will pierce the target's chest.
Death may be a good ending, but it definitely does not include death under a heavy sniper rifle.
Gradually, they stopped.
Because they have nowhere to stay.
At first - they just wanted to kill the controller on the other side; now, they just want to escape to the other side.
Gradually, the shouts disappeared under the moonlight.
They put down their weapons, fell to their knees, and did not dare to move, except for the leader.
Maybe he was crazy and didn't know what was happening; maybe he was stupid and had no inhibitions.
He stepped forward and picked up a thirty or forty centimeter iron rod from his feet.
He stepped on the bones, and when his feet slipped, he used his hands and feet to climb up bit by bit.
He climbed to the young man's side, only to see him shaking his head slightly.
"Kill me." He looked at Chen Qing, his voice was hoarse, he raised the steel pipe in his hand, and continued to speak: "Kill me!"
The steel pipe in his hand fell from the highest point, and the roar caused by the swing had the potential to collapse the earth and destroy the mountains, but Chen Qing was not afraid, he was just a middle-aged man.
Thinking this, he turned his body slightly to the side, and then there was a roar passing in front of him. The sound was more terrifying than the battle.
Hollow steel pipes can better vibrate the air and make loud noises more easily.
But as a result, the strength of the steel pipe will drop significantly.
Chen Qing's eyes narrowed, and he raised his foot to kick the opponent's body. The force was so strong that he kicked the steel pipe out of the opponent's hand.
Then, the man's body rolled on the ground several times, his cheeks stained red by the blood of his companions, and his body was scratched by broken and scattered bones.
But he has no fear and wants to die.
He stood up again, but already saw Chen Qing walking in front of him.
He looked at this young man standing on the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, and he felt that this young man was more like a god than himself.
He is more of a spokesperson spreading fear and spreading faith than himself.
He suddenly laughed, feeling that everything he had done was so funny.
"kill me."
His tone was already mixed with pleading. He raised his face and looked into Chen Qing's eyes. He looked at the sneer on the young man's face and was speechless.
He couldn't die, he knew in his heart that he was far more valuable alive than his corpse.
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That night, Jiang Wan's police station cracked the largest cult case in history.
The next day, twelve o'clock at noon.
Chen Qing took away the skinners among the corpses, and the remaining one hundred and eighty cult members were taken to the police station.
Those who are more lucky may only have three years to start; those who are unlucky may think about what they can do to get started.
It was only after a busy night that Chen Qing finally saw Jiang Wan's eyes full of resentment and exhaustion.
As we all know, people are most grumpy after staying up late.
Especially when a person is woken up at five o'clock in the middle of the night and stays up all night, and is still frightened, her resentment can feed a dozen evil sword immortals.
The same was true for Jiang Wan. She was really angry when she saw Chen Qing's teasing smile.
She pinched the other person's ears and tried to lift them up, but found that her height was slightly insufficient.
With hatred, she reluctantly let go.
"You are sick! Can't you tell me in advance?! You ran out in the middle of the night! Without leaving a word!"
She poked Chen Qing loudly enough that passers-by looked at her.
"No way." He spread his hands, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, "You also know the other party's situation. If there is a 'grand theater', we can't guarantee the security of our own information.
In the same way, you can't follow and protect me without knowing the opponent's distribution.
In this case, I might as well let you sleep a little longer. "
"No..." She gritted her teeth, veins bulging on her forehead: "You couldn't have told me in advance?"
"Am I sure that I will be captured?"
"Fuck you."
Her silver teeth were about to break, and she continued to ask word by word: "Then you don't know that you have no fighting ability?"
"Don't I believe you?" He spread his hands helplessly, and then the entire police station staff heard the noise from the fight between the two.
Hmm...if being beaten one-sidedly can be considered a fight.
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That night, the moment Chen Qing realized that he could use non-relics, a bold idea came to his mind.
It is known that the other party gains power by spreading the story. The more people recognize it and the more people spread it, the stronger the power becomes.
It can be concluded that when the other party's story is not believed, the other party's power will become weaker.
In order to achieve the entire condition, it is difficult to say, but easy to say.
Identity on the Internet is easily controlled. The coercion of groups and changes in the direction of public opinion will cause changes in the audience's thoughts.
But because of this, it is difficult to sway netizens who believe this story.
One: These netizens have been screened at all levels, and then given the so-called "right of trial"; their sense of belonging to their own identities and to the website is very high.
There is a saying that goes well, the most ironclad relationship is that we have worked together in police stations and visited girls together. Their similar odors, coupled with the guidance of the environment, make these people highly exclusive.
Second rule: On this website, when different voices appear, the so-called "mistakes" will become the target of the next trial.
It’s a threat and it’s also a carnival.
It's as if their disgusting views are once again recognized and they are the mainstream of the world.
I was moved by the feeling of being in charge and being able to stand on stage and speak.
Therefore, it is too difficult to sway them from the network level.
Even if the Internet is blocked, it will only change them on paper.
So, Chen Qing found himself inside the club that day.
That day, he used the IP addresses recorded in the background of the website to locate the residences of most users.
Then, stand still.
The best way to get these people to sway about the story is to get them to give up singing it themselves.
There is only one way to accomplish this method: when they become victims, they will cry and beg themselves, recall the "unfair" law, and beg for an "unfair" punishment.
So that night, Chen Qing took out his false lies and replaced them with Zhang Tinglan's DNA possession, turning into her appearance.
Take to the streets.
Just as he thought, after the group of people were repulsed the night before, they did not immediately deploy a second group of surveillance personnel, and they did not know about Zhang Tinglan's transfer.
When they saw the girl made by Chen Qinghua taking to the streets, they just thought it was an opportunity.
Then, when he was caught in the vehicle, he was freed from the other party's control over him.
By dislocating the thumbs, the handcuffs can be removed, and the thighs can be slightly spread while being tied, leaving a little gap for movement.
So, while in the car, he quietly put the falsehood in the faces of his captors.
Then, he put on the other person's clothes.
After arriving at the base of this organization, in order to reduce the possibility of accidents, he has been responsible for injecting control potions into this "Zhang Tinglan".
And every time, he would hit slightly too much.
It can be said that this believer's path to death was paved with his own hands.
When the time came, his cell phone, which could not be turned off because he was taken away, rang.
The loud ringing easily woke Jiang Wan up, and she looked at the open door again.
She followed the traces left by Chen Qing and found the place.
Also because Chen Qing had a certain degree of freedom, he was able to arrange everything secretly.
It wasn't until Jiang Wan set up a sniper and aimed at his head that he stepped out from behind the camera.
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