Sister Yu raised her eyebrows and asked with a cold face: "Have you figured it out?"
"I'm just curious and want to ask..." Seeing her face change every time she said it, I swallowed the words that came to my mouth.
"Hahaha!"
She burst out laughing.
"..." I felt horrified.
Could this woman have schizophrenia?
What a surprise.
"Of course he's a man. I feel sick when I see him, but in order to survive here, I have to please him in every possible way."
Sister Yu's smile condensed on her face, giving people a chilling feeling.
At this point, I most likely guessed that she wanted to train me to be her confidant, and then look for opportunities to overthrow the disgusting big boss.
"I'll think about it again! I was severely injured last time and couldn't recover within a month or two."
I looked embarrassed and pretended to cough a few times.
"roll!"
Sister Yu yelled and swept the phone on the desk to the ground.
... Seeing her laughing and scolding her for being fickle, I quickly opened the door and ran away.
Then I learned that the potted plants in her office were nourished with the blood and flesh of piglets in the park as fertilizer.
No wonder I felt so gloomy as soon as I entered the door, and a strange smell wafted out...
As soon as she escaped from her office, she heard the patrolling thug blowing his whistle.
Sister Dinosaur and the others were all craning their necks to look out the window.
Even Datou couldn't help but lie down by the window and spy on the playground with everyone.
"What happened again?" I ran over and asked Uncle Scar.
"I heard that when I went to dump the body, someone tried to escape and was caught. They are preparing to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys."
Uncle Scar pulled me to the window at the back and spoke softly.
I looked through the iron window with missing glass towards the noisy ground.
This situation made me shiver uncontrollably.
Two naked piggies were tied behind their backs to wooden pillars and were being beaten by more than a dozen thugs holding electric batons, steel pipes, and AKs.
First the fingernails were pulled out one by one, then the tongue was cut and the hair was burned.
They would pour oil on their heads and light them with lighters.
The flames burst out with a "bang" sound, making the beasts laugh.
When the burn is almost done, use feces, urine and sewage to extinguish it.
Finally comes the moment of humiliation.
They were talking about something, chopped into pieces with a knife, and then thrown to the vicious dogs nearby.
"Damn mud horse, you can stab me to death! Damn mud horse...ah!!"
Seeing their "brother" being eaten by a dog, the two men yelled at the top of their lungs.
Blood flowed all over the ground in an instant.
How painful and angry it is to humiliate a man in such an extreme way, physically, mentally and spiritually!
Damn it!
I clenched my fists and breathed heavily, wanting to kill these beasts immediately.
"Want to die happily? I'll let you die slowly!"
The thugs turned a blind eye and continued to torture them with playful smiles.
Immediately afterwards, they used steel knives to cut open the burnt scalp, and then...
"Zi~Zi"
There was a frightening tearing sound, just like the method of killing and skinning rabbits in the countryside.
One look at his cold and playful expression and his professional and skillful approach, and you can tell that he is often indifferent to others.
In the end, the two tortured men died in bloody pain.
My heart also started to hurt.
Using such a cruel method to torture and kill a living person, Lingchi compatriots, is really comparable to the Japanese Japs back then!
Even worse than an animal!
This ghost place really has no laws, no laws of heaven, no ethics, justice and shame!
Some are just unscrupulous and inhumane!
We were all so frightened by the scene just now that our teeth chattered and we were so trembling that we couldn't say a word.
Some of the new girls were so scared that they fell to the ground and forgot how to cry.
Although we men can bear it better than our female compatriots, we were still so scared that we forgot what we were going to do.
Even Datou, who likes to torture people, seemed to be frightened.
He stood stunned at the window, looking at each other with us, and then opened his mouth wide and didn't know what to say.
Even if we call the police, the Chinese police have no right to handle cases across the border.
The only way out is for us to unite and escape.
Otherwise, the piglets can only wait for death in the dark cave.
An extremely cruel method, worse than death.
If you want to commit suicide, there is no chance.
No one doesn't want to live, but when you come to this place, dying happily is a luxury.
"What are you all doing standing there, don't you care about performance?"
Sister Yu's sharp roar brought us back to reality in a daze.
After I helped up a young man who was squatting on the ground and retching, I immediately returned to my work station.
Sister Dinosaur was obviously frightened out of her mind. Her hands on the keyboard never obeyed, and the words she typed were all messy and the sentences were not fluent.
I was crying while typing on the keyboard, not knowing how long I could hold on.
Whether he can survive until the day he returns to China is still unknown.
"Scar, little bottle, you two come out."
Brother Meng rushed in carrying an AK and shouted to us.
"..." Uncle Scar and I looked at each other, stood up and walked out silently.
Then he followed him downstairs and came to the two men who were tortured and killed just now.
The pungent smell of blood and the horrific scene made my legs weak and I almost fell to my knees.
If Uncle Scar hadn't seen many big scenes, he would have helped me in time.
I guess I'm going to get beaten up again for being cowardly.
"You two carry the body into the car, then pull it to the back and bury it."
Brother Meng was smoking a cigarette, gesticulating and yelling.
"..." I stood there, a little distraught, not knowing how to clean up the body.
It was so cruel that I really can’t describe that scene in words.
"Small bottle, you get the bag, I'll move the body!"
Uncle Scar saw me in a daze, put the sack into my hand, and bent down to mop the corpse on the ground.
I stood there holding the sack like a wooden sculpture and didn't react until the body was put inside.
After Uncle Scar put the two mutilated and bloody corpses into sacks, we pushed the cart with two tires and followed Brother Meng and the others towards the back mountain.
This kind of small cart is used to haul bricks, crops, and pig manure in our rural areas.
Unexpectedly, in northern Myanmar, it is used to carry corpses!
With a heavy heart, I followed the losers to the back mountain like a machine.
Everything I saw today really refreshed my understanding!
If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. It turns out that a person can be so vicious!
It’s true that the devil is in the world and hell is empty!
They can no longer be described as beasts, they are simply more perverted and terrifying than monsters and monsters!
Ten minutes later, we finally climbed up the 500-meter-long steep slope.
Then, with a trembling body, he pushed the bloody cart to the back hill where there was a stench...
