“...... Come, come, eat, eat, eat......"

"Boss, one more cold beer......"

On the noisy night stalls, the sound and heat are mixed with the aroma of barbecue.

Lian Ge sat at the dining table, quiet again, and the hustle and bustle seemed to be far away.

The middle-aged bailiff was silent, paused, turned around, picked up the skewers on the dinner plate, lowered his head, tore one bite at a time, chewed without saying a word, and didn't know if he had eaten the taste.

“...... You say, it's been a long time since we've been out drinking like this......"

"You taste it, this roasted eggplant tastes good......

The middle-aged bailiff lowered his head and ate, and behind him, a table of diners was either sweating, drinking, eating skewers, or holding skewers, talking, laughing loudly,

Lian Ge took the skewer in his hand, looking at the bustling city in the distance, and behind him, at the dining tables, there was also a hustle and bustle, parents with children, and friends partying......

"My brother has been a bailiff for many years, right?"

There was a bustle behind him, Lian Ge looked at the other side of the river, and said in a calm tone,

Hearing this, the middle-aged bailiff tore the skewers and paused,

Immediately after, he raised his head again, turned around, and looked at the other side of the river like Lian Ge,

was silent, his gaze moved up slightly,

“...... It's not a teenager, more than 20 years, almost 30 years......"

The middle-aged bailiff responded,

“...... From the age of twenty, he entered the court and became a bailiff. ”

Looking at the other side of the river, the middle-aged bailiff's eyes were a little trance,

“...... In the first week after entering the courthouse, I met a prisoner who needed to be executed, and that time, it was not my turn to do anything, I just followed him to the execution ground to guard ......"

"Isn't it comfortable?"

Lian Ge looked into the distance and said in a calm tone.

"It's uncomfortable...... On the first night of the execution, I was so nervous and excited that I didn't sleep all night. The next day, when I saw the prisoner, my excitement was gone...... It was a young woman, who looked to be in her twenties, and by the time we went, she was in a trance, muttering something that no one could understand...... After the final verification, we escorted her to the execution ground, and when she was in the car, she was a little conscious, but her whole body was shaking, and her teeth were chattering...... When I was in the car, the deputy captain at that time asked me to sit next to the prisoner in order to train my courage...... Halfway through the car, she suddenly grabbed my hand, tears streaming down her face, and told me that she was twenty-two years old, unmarried, and she didn't want to die yet...... Her hands were cold, and when she grabbed them, I froze, and I was stunned, and I didn't know what to do.

It wasn't until a big brother next to me quickly pulled her away that I slowly recovered...... But all the way back, the young woman was crying in the car, struggling desperately, like a drowning person......

When I escorted her to the execution ground, I don't know if she had been crying for too long and had no strength, she was already weak and paralyzed, and I and another big brother supported her and escorted her to the execution ground.

I and another big brother helped set up the target, helped tie her to the target, and by the time I was done and I retreated to the side to guard, the prisoner was already frightened and incontinent, and even if he was fixed to the target post, he was just paralyzed down......

Before shooting, he told me that if you shoot head-on, you can't hit the head, you have to hit the chest, first, the target of the head is too small, and second, it can make the prisoner more decent. If the shot is fired from the back, it should be aimed at the back of the head, so that the prisoner will die faster and less guilty. If you don't die with a shot, you have to keep recharging until you are confirmed dead.

After talking to me, the big brother raised his gun......"

As he spoke, the middle-aged bailiff's eyes were in a trance, and he seemed to be caught in a memory,

At the night stall, it is still noisy and lively, and the diners at the table are still talking, sweating, and eating barbecue.

“...... When he lifted the gun, I couldn't stop hairing all over my body, and I stood not far from the big brother, looking at the condemned prisoner who was fixed to the target post, and I felt that it was not her who was tied to it, it was me......

Although it was a frontal shot, the place where the shot was fired was very close to the condemned prisoner, and when the muzzle of the gun was raised, it was only less than two meters away, and I was standing next to it, and I was also very close, and I could see that the young woman was trembling all over......

Just standing next to it, I felt like I was tied up there, and I felt out of breath...... Standing still and not moving, I felt that I was walking towards the target, and I felt that the target was slowly getting closer and closer to me......"

Moving his gaze up slightly, the middle-aged bailiff paused and continued,

“...... The big brother shot quickly, and after raising the gun, he took aim, and shot directly, hitting the woman in the heart. The chest was pierced directly, and the woman died directly......

After the gunshot, I froze, as if suddenly the woman grabbed me again, and I couldn't stop thinking about what the woman had been like before. ”

“...... At this time, the big brother put away his gun, walked slowly towards me, walked up to me, and asked me if I couldn't bear to look at the prisoner.

I said, sort of, I felt like I was being tied up there.

Big Brother smiled at me and told me, head back, nausea and panic, I can't bear it, it's all right, it's okay...... Slowly, I got used to it.

After laughing, the big brother looked at the dead prisoner and told me,

Don't look at the woman's youth, like a little girl, but she forced some girls younger than her age to prostitute, some girls were numb to torture, and could only be at her mercy, and some couldn't stand it, so they committed suicide, and a few were directly killed by this woman and her accomplices in the process of persecution......

Listening to the second half of the big brother's words, my feelings suddenly decreased a lot, although I was still a little hairy, still a little disgusting......"

As he spoke, the middle-aged bailiff looked across the river and fell silent again, his eyes in a trance,

Around, along the shore, a table is still lively and noisy,

The skewers and the oven in front of the night stall were steaming, mixed with words, overflowing under the illumination of some harsh incandescent lamps,

“...... Hostess, clean up the table......"

"Come on, come on, come on......"

"Eating this skewer, it's comfortable, come, go another ......"

......

In the hustle and bustle, the river not far away is still flowing quietly, and the breeze blows across the river from time to time, taking away the sound and waves that overflow to the river.

At the table, the middle-aged bailiff was silent for a long time, and then spoke out again,

“...... After that, for a long time, there were no more death row prisoners in the courts. The feeling of going back to the execution ground seems to fade slowly......"

Looking into the distance, the middle-aged bailiff paused and continued,

"Still, that year...... Towards the end of the year, another condemned prisoner needs to be executed...... That time, the old captain decided to let me carry out the ...... It was also the first time I had been executed.

That night, I went to bed early, but I tossed and turned in bed, and I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, as if I had followed me to the execution ground...... It's just that I've been there once, and when I was there, I lost my excitement.

That night, I dreamed of the woman who was in the car, crying, holding my hand and telling me that she didn't want to die......

The next day, I got up early, and arrived with the other bailiffs at the prison where the prisoner was being held, and when I arrived, the prisoner who was to be executed was having breakfast......"