Di Ying said, looking away, looking outside the lobby, and smiled faintly.
Then he continued: "They thought that if they just touched, looked at, grabbed a handful, or rubbed each other, and they didn't hurt the other person much, they would not be punished to death, right?
Indeed, there is no article in the national law that would sentence such a wicked person to death.
It is just obscenity, as long as it does not cause substantial and identifiable harm, not only can it be easily escaped, but it will not be beheaded at all.
The worst case scenario is just a meal?
At most, one hand will be chopped off. But it will only be chopped into pieces in relatively serious cases.
For a guy like you, the most you can get is twenty big boards.
No, you rarely get even twenty hits. Because no one will sue you.
One is that there is no evidence, and the other is...
No girl would be willing to say such a thing in front of everyone.
It's just that some people will beat you up when they see it.
You're used to it, right?
You can't change it, right?
So, are you no longer satisfied with the sneaky touches again and again, and have upgraded to stealing, deceiving little girls, and then inflicting cruel harm on them? !
Because you are old and useless, so you abuse them, right? !
Because only little girls can be seduced by you, easily deceived by you, and won't resist until you can't bear it, right? ! "
Di Ying's tone suddenly changed, she stood up suddenly, and suddenly approached the wretched old man. With an overwhelming sense of oppression, she shouted sternly: "Say!!"
The old man who was listening with great interest, recalling scenes of what he had done along with those words, and was still immersed in pride...
I was so shocked by this sudden sense of oppression that I immediately wanted to retreat.
But being wrapped in quilt, he had no way to retreat, no way to escape, no way to escape.
He struggled, and the pupils in his mouse eyes were continuously dilated.
Unable to escape, he closed his eyes and shouted: "Say, what are you talking about? I don't know anything! I don't know anything!"
Then, he heard a shout: "Come here, chop off this man's hands!"
The quilt was pulled and torn apart.
The old man was immediately frightened to death. He crawled and rolled on the ground and wanted to run out, while shouting wildly: "Help, help."
His hands that were lying on the ground were stepped on by someone's feet.
A sharp ax was swung above his head.
"I'll move! I'll move! Don't chop, don't chop, I say, I say, I tell everything. I killed people, I threw them into the toilet after killing them. I did it, it was all me... …”
After shouting, the feces and urine flowed out of the old man's crotch and onto the ground.
Zhao San gave Ya a kick in disgust, then stepped on the old man's back, stepping into his own filth, and urged: "Speak clearly!"
The old man shivered like a rotten leaf in the cold wind. He struggled to hide and wanted to vomit, but he wanted to explain clearly quickly so that he could get rid of all this.
"Yes, you are right. It was me, in the beginning, every time I touched or touched, I could feel as satisfied as a god.
But if you just touch it, sometimes you will get beaten. I feel very wronged. It's not worth the beating. And I’m getting older and my senses are getting duller.
Many times I feel as if I don't feel anything when I touch it, which makes me feel empty and uncomfortable.
Like a thief who walks away empty-handed. No, no, not a thief, that's not what I meant. It’s just, it’s just empty, anyway, it’s uncomfortable.
Four years ago in October, I pushed a wheelbarrow around to pick up trash. A teenage girl walked by me and kindly gave me a hand.
I took the opportunity to grab her breasts.
But it was too cold in the winter. As soon as I caught her, she screamed and hit me, hitting my eyes. It hurt so much that I couldn't even open them. I could only listen to her run away.
I am angry. He huddled in the corner and put his hands in his arms, wanting to stay warm.
Then I saw a little girl.
The girl, who must have been only five or six years old, ran over and saw that I was old and huddled in the corner with the cold, so she thought I was very pitiful.
She ridiculously ran home, came back with a steaming steamed bun, stuffed the bun into me, and smiled sweetly, happily letting me eat it.
Really, she smiled so sweetly.
Too sweet, too sweet...
It was so sweet that the fire in my heart burned up like a forest on fire.
I saw my filth, ugliness and filthiness from her big eyes... I was angry.
I grabbed her neck, held her with my arms, choked her unconscious, put her on a wheelbarrow, and pushed her to the abandoned toilet in the corner of the town..."
Then, the wretched old man explained the whole process of abusing the little girl one by one.
Hearing Zhao San take back his foot. He was afraid that if he was too angry, he would accidentally trample the other person to death.
In that case, it would be too advantageous for the other party, and Zhao San would not forgive himself.
The other guards who had returned also took half a step back upon hearing this.
They were standing too close to the old man.
If it is too close, it will be inconvenient.
Di Ying took a step forward, and after finishing his statement, he asked coldly: "What else? Have you only killed one person in four years?"
"Yes, that's the only one..." the old man replied tremblingly, with runny nose and tears.
Di Ying sneered and shouted: "Nonsense! You found a new pleasure and a new sense of accomplishment during that torture. How could you only kill that one time? How could you only kill that one person? !
trick! If you dare to hide anything again, I will definitely make your life worse than death! "
"Really, it's really just that one..."
The old man cried out and shouted in despair: "That time, I struck too hard and vented for too long. I, I exhausted myself.
I am really exhausted. My hands, sir, look at my hands. I don’t know what happened to my two hands. They are twitching. I can’t even lift the bowl.
Even when picking up trash, you can only pick up the lightest trash, and you have to lie down on the ground to eat leftovers. Look at me, look at me... Really, there is no more..."
The old man lying on the ground was desperately stroking his sleeves, revealing two shriveled arms with severely atrophied muscles.
The meridians on it are visible to the naked eye, bulging and twisting like tendons at the roots of trees, so twisted that they don't look like they grow in the human body.
Di Ying squatted down and stretched out his fingers to take his pulse.
Whether what the old man said is true or not, Di Ying has to test it himself.
was blocked.
Xu Si held the adult's arm and pulled the adult back a little.
After pulling it open, he turned over the adult's hand and looked at it.
There was something choked in his throat and he said, "Sir, your hands..."
