"You confessed, you gave the Soviets what they wanted. ”

"Yes, everybody will speak, it's just a matter of time. ”

"I guess Mr. President must have confessed before you, he is a man of the right time, and he seems to have escaped easily. ”

Liu Zhan saw that his words worked, because of his words, Wren's face instantly became gloomy, and it seemed to have an effect.

His anger poured out like a spring on a mountain, "Our president is a parasite. Wren whispered.

"But you're still willing to do shady things for him, and you're not much better. "

"I'm doing my thing!" Wren snapped.

"One day I will stand on his grave and sing and dance. "

"It sounds like you'd love to be the president's gravedigger too. "

Wren's emotions stirred up, and he straightened up, "You know, after the end of the Soviet era, our law states that anyone who wants to become an Ilian president must be able to speak a little Illian, which is a sign of our independence, a sign that we have finally regained our freedom on our own land. "

He licked his dry lips, "Can you imagine how he did it?"

"My imagination is very strong now. "

"For 32 seconds of televising, I wrote the script, and I taught him to read it sentence by sentence. Wren tapped his chest with his mutilated hand, as if to show his merits, "It took him more than three weeks to learn!"

"But now you're going to kill me if you slept with his wife for my friend. Let me go, Wren, I live to help you deal with him. "

"I don't need a foreigner to help me get rid of him!"

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. "

"You Orientals have no friends in this corner of the earth, don't you understand?"

"Even if you're right, we're still useful. ”

"Mr. Liu Zhan, for me, your use is to die, to make an example of the monkey, and we have to tell all foreigners that those who dare to come to Ilian to rape and commit adultery with women are the only way to die. ”

There was a crazy look in Wren's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were foaming at the mouth, Liu Zhan thought to himself, it is impossible for such a person to let himself live.

"So that's what you're for, smashing my hand, just for fun, just like the Soviets did to you back then. You see, you're still a puppet of the Soviets. ”

Wren wrinkled his nose and thought, "Oh, no, Mr. Liu Zhan. He snapped it down on the table, "I've got a custom plan for you. "

Mary didn't want to go far, she was afraid that she would get lost in this strange city, and she was even more afraid that everything would happen, and she would not be able to get back to the cloud bar in time.

But she didn't want to stay in the basement any longer, because after a long time, it felt like she was locked up in a tomb.

She walked absentmindedly down the streets full of filthy snow, and in the shop-shop and restaurant windows by the side of the road reflected the face of a strange woman, a brand new Mary, a woman she herself could not understand.

Is she in love with Liu Zhan? If that's the case, her love for Liu Zhan is too entangled, but her love has always been so indescribable.

She didn't like Liu Zhan from the beginning, thinking that he was a super turtle, a typical Chinese earth cannon, born rude, and always lucky, the kind of person who stood in her way.

Now it seems that her past opinion of Liu Zhan was too superficial, and Liu Zhan's scarred body told her that he was not a pleasure-hungry gentleman, although he could have lived that kind of life. Liu Zhan has a restless soul, never satisfied with life, always looking for more meaning in life.

The two of them are very similar, maybe it's because they're so similar that they always look at each other unpleasantly. cornelian

Li's view of the opposite sex is completely distorted, her father's bestiality as a child made her treat all men as beasts, she can't look at the opposite sex normally, and she doesn't want to associate with them, until she really knows Liu Zhan. Liu Zhan has the ability to help her, and she also needs his help, perhaps, this is called love.

But Illion is by no means a paradise to find true love, Mary looked around,

Looking beyond the white smoke chimneys of the power station and at the rolling mountains in the distance, the white snow-capped mountains were cold and seemed to be about to repel people from thousands of miles away, reminding her of the waves of Cape Cod. Despite wearing her new coat, Mary was shivering from the cold, probably not as warm as it looked. Many of the old women crouching on the side of the road, dressed thinner than Mary, stretched out their bare arms from under their arms, beckoning her to the small goods that were placed on the side of the road.

Some simply begged her directly, "Have mercy on us." ”

They pleaded in a low voice, their lips chapped and their eyes welling up with tears, as if grieving for their good past, Mary hurried forward.

Mary was completely immersed in her own troubles, imagining what Liu was like, and she inadvertently looked up to find two policemen standing on the corner less than twenty yards ahead. She immediately became very nervous, believing that they must have seen her face flush with the weakness of her heart.

She didn't dare to go any further, and glanced around, trying to find a place to hide.

A few steps away is an arch with steps leading to a row of lacquered wooden doors, a Russian Orthodox church, with its onion-shaped dome rising above Mary's head.

She remembered the presentation in the briefing note that the countries along the Silk Road had a diversity of religions due to historical reasons, and that there were Buddhist, Hindu, shamanic temples and countless mosques everywhere.

The rulers of the new system, compared to the staunch atheist leaders of the Soviet Union, had a very different attitude towards religion, they didn't care much who you prayed to, but you had to remember that they were the gods of the gods. Mary lowered her head and hurried into the church.

She never went to church after she got married, except for Memorial Day, where she had to go for professional reasons.

The church in Yangaru is completely different from this one, and the interior of this church is very ornate and mysterious.

Candles flickered on the lacquered woodwork, relics of the saints waiting to be kissed by the faithful lay on the table, and the smell of incense wafted around the church. An old woman in a widow's black veil was bending down to wipe the steps of the altar with a rag in her hand, and not far from her was a shining copper candle holder, and a woman was intently cutting the wick.

Mary quietly sat in a chair in the back row of the church, trying not to attract attention. She looked around at the gilded statues of the saints, and she looked up again to see the robed Christ and the apostles looking down at her on the huge mosaic-domed ceiling.

Mary's last prayer was at the age of eleven, when she was desperate for a pony, and now, sitting on a hard wooden chair, secretly envious of the old woman in the front row praying so reverently.

She suddenly felt a feeling of longing in her heart, she didn't have anything particularly longing for when she grew up, but now there is Liu Zhan's memory.

She slowly bowed to the gods, and prayed to the gods that there would be nothing wrong.

Mary bowed her head, closed her eyes, and prayed with the sincerity of the twelve, hoping that Liu Zhan would regain his freedom, "Please, God. She whispered.

She opened her eyes and sat back in her seat, feeling much more comfortable. She still didn't know anything about God, but what she did know was that her life had changed since she met Liu Zhan and came to Ilian with him. In the process of searching for Liu Zhan, she regained the part of her life that she had lost

Life.

Then she thought of Cindy, and she didn't know how he was doing, and naturally, her mind turned to Liu Zhan's current situation. What will they do to Liu Zhan - No, what are they doing to Liu Zhan?

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she felt, and the comfort she had just gained disappeared in an instant. Her gaze was then drawn to a huge oil painting on the wall, inlaid in a gilded frame, of a young man, the martyr St. Sebastian. The painting of San Sebastian reminds her of Liu Zhan, who is the same body type and has similar eyes, San Sebastian is tied to a tree, screaming in despair with his mouth open, he has been hit by several arrows, and blood is flowing from the wound to the knee. Suddenly there was a cry of pain in the church, and the old woman in the turban looked behind in surprise, and Mary jumped up from her chair and fled out of the church.

"I have only two small requests for you, Mr. Liu Zhan, and then we can leave this unpleasant matter behind. Wren spoke in a tone like he was doing Liu Zhan a big favor.

"You mean, you can put me to death. "

"I think the value of life is often overvalued, you say, especially when you're suffering too much. Besides, I don't have much time left, the president is the president after all, and he's an urgent man, and his orders must be carried out immediately. So, even though you won't be suffering for a long time, I'm afraid that every hour of pain will be magnified tenfold, a hundredfold. ”

"Tell me everything you know, it's not hard for you, in fact I only have two questions. He held out two mutilated fingers and said, "First question, I must know who helped you." You know what I mean, don't you?"

"What about the second one?"

"I wonder why, Mr. Liu Zhan, why did you do this, exchanging your life for the life of an adulterer?"

"The first question, I will never answer. Liu Zhan said softly, "The second question, you can never understand. ”

"It's a pity, it's a very, very much pity. I'd love to keep talking to you, but it's time to get down to business. Wren walked over to the cabinet, which contained all sorts of horrific torture instruments. When he returned, he had a tray of surgical instruments in his hand, and he placed the tray on the table in front of Liu Zhan, which contained pliers, clamps, needles, scalpels, and a saw.

Maybe Liu Zhan's eyes were so badly injured that he couldn't order them not to look at the tray. Wren knew very well what Liu's reaction was, and all the prisoners reacted the same. Wren's fingers dangled over the tray as if he were performing a grotesque pantomime, as if there was a box of chocolates in front of him, and he didn't know which one to choose.

"Mr. Liu Zhan, I hope you can understand that I personally have no ill will towards you. ”

"You mean, we're going to shake hands and make peace?"

"I'm sad to see you tortured. "

"Die, Wren. You're not watching a sports game, you're having a blast watching other people suffer, it's more enjoyable than that, right? Does that thing in your crotch work? Have you ever been with a woman? Oh, you have a very special taste for one by one maybe prostitution? Dead sheep? A pound of liver?"

Liu Zhan gushed, trying his best to provoke Wren, trying his best to hide his fear, "That thing of yours is as soft as a noodle, and it's about the same size as a toothpick, right?" You didn't notice when you were in the shower with everybody, that your words were the shortest, were you?"

Liu Zhan was so nervous that he was sweating, and sweat was dripping down his face.

Wren turned around, holding a glittering object in his hand, "I don't think you're qualified to speak in this regard. He snorted coldly, his gaze fell on Liu Zhan's crotch, "I'm almost freezing." "

"I'm afraid of death. "

Of course Liu Zhan would be afraid, Wren was holding a scalpel in his hand.

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