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But the director was stern, and shouted:

"Go—take Tu Die to the confinement room! I declare that Tu Die has violated the rules and punish him for seven days of confinement!

Then, we'll look at it and decide whether to add to his sentence!

Alright, alright, let's all disperse, line up for dinner - assemble - assemble!"

So, after Tu Die was rejuvenated by the culprit who was suffocated by him, he was put into a small and dark confinement room, wrote a written examination, and waited for the punishment of being increased.

The bully was also punished for not being allowed to eat dinner, and he thought about it.

However, in the future, he no longer dared to be arrogant in front of Tu Die.

Tu Die, who was imprisoned in a small black room, was constantly thinking, what the hell was wrong?

The glory of the past, now when you think about it, is simply worthless.

Life is so dark in the future. So, is there any need to continue in such a bleak life, this is what Tu Die, who wants to get ahead, wants to think about and meditate.

Loneliness, panic and confusion are also leaks of his dark thoughts.

If you continue to live, why do you live, and how do you live?

When the "National Day" was approaching, the director of the labor camp decided to kill the old cow who could not produce milk to add some highlights and thoughts to the festival.

After all, the people in the labor camp also want to talk about humanity and humanity. Generally, every holiday, the director will arrange people to kill a self-raised pig or chicken.

This year's "Eleventh", the one to be killed is this old scalper.

The director attached great importance to it and was very cautious, and specially dispatched everyone to tie the angry but stubborn old ox between two big trees and four wooden stakes, and fixed its limbs to the wooden stakes, so that the old ox could not have the slightest room for free movement.

There are three types of slaughtering tools: a kitchen knife, a dagger, and a long sword.

But there is no one who dares to act as a slaughterer, and the incorrigible opportunistic and opportunistic labor prisoners who steal chickens and dogs on weekdays are all stunned, and no one dares or refuses to fight.

The director said, "Call Tu Die over!"

A correctional cadre went immediately, but after a while, he came back alone, saying: "Tu Die refused to come, saying that the director must personally go out to invite!"

The anger in the heart of the director of the labor camp is that angry! How can a prisoner who is under custody and confinement dare to be so arrogant and arrogant! I don't even know how old I am. Ignore him, don't believe that no one else can subdue the old scalper!Or can there be some tricks to subdue it?

Previously, the director sent a special person to the nearby village to find the butcher's ...... However, as the sun set, the old ox was still wailing miserably, one higher than the other, as if begging people to pity it, let it go, and have mercy on it.

In the labor camp, no one cared about the three slaughtered knives.

In the huge dairy farm, there is no master who dares to do it, and they all look like a dumbfounded. As the sun set, the old ox was still wailing miserably, one after another, as if begging for mercy. Is it the big moist eyes that are afraid of the old ox's cloudy, protruding, pleading?

The director instructed: "Bring a sack and cover its head!" For a while the old scalper was in a hurry, and the old ox's eyes were covered with tears.

God, it's already dark. The director shouted, "Searchlight, turn on!" and in an instant, a bright light illuminated the entire night sky. "Whoever wins, whoever wins!" the director even shouted.

No one is willing or daring to kill it with their own hands.

The people who went to invite the slaughter finally came back empty.

Most of the inhabitants of the south talk about superstition, and no one will be willing to undertake this kind of unlucky errand of killing. Besides, in a place where great gods from all walks of life gather, no one dares to slaughter cattle? This also tarnishes too much to the image of the labor camp of Nuoda, isn't it? Moreover, it is too late, and the sky is already dark.

The director hated it in his heart, but he had to pretend to go to the toilet.

took advantage of the unpreparedness and quietly came to the confinement room.

As soon as he saw Tu Die, he asked, "Say it, you stinky boy! If you have anything to say, say it quickly!"

Tu Die smiled proudly and said, "Don't report me to the top for an additional sentence, no longer confine me down, and don't let me write an examination." If you agree, then I will fight wherever you point out, and all actions will be under your command!

The director was very annoyed that a prisoner dared to put forward such conditions so arrogantly, but he was silent for a long time, and he actually agreed to it.

In fact, the shrewd director has also been thinking: This desperate San Lang has to spend half a year in the labor re-education life here, and he has to give him a thought and idea, otherwise he will cause trouble, cause trouble, and find trouble for me every day, and no one will be able to bear it.

In the dark night, Tu Diewei followed the director to the courtyard.

The director ordered, "Who turned off the searchlight again?" Turn it on—turn it on!"

In an instant, the bright light of the searchlight once again illuminated the night sky, illuminating the open area of the farm as if it were day.

I saw Tu Die go straight to the three knives, and after a careful inspection, he picked up the long sword.

He wiped the blade with his left hand a few times, and it felt sharp enough, so he nodded his head in satisfaction, and let out a confident "um-" from his mouth.

Then, he walked to the old scalper, with a completely determined look, and after turning around in a circle, he came to the front of the old scalper.

As if sensing that he was about to die, the old scalper immediately writhed all over, as if he could kick the butterfly away, and his huge body shook and twisted violently—the screams of pleading were even more awe-inspiring and penetrating.

Everyone in the world says: There is an aura in the slaughterer, and all the creatures that are slaughtered, once they see or feel that atmosphere, they will know that they are about to die.

Now it seems that this is really the case. The mournful wail caused goosebumps to all those present, and their minds were filled with terrifying and chaotic thoughts, and their bodies began to tremble and palpitate.

However, who is Tu Die?

Everyone present, no one thought that Tu Die would hold the knife with both hands, look straight ahead, and even blink his eyes at all, and stab the sharp long sword from the neck of the old scalper, above the front two legs, and according to the heart, hard and straight into it, deeply and ruthlessly, so that later, Tu Die wanted to pull out the long sword again, but he couldn't do it!

It may also be because his retraction action was too violent and too large, the roaring old scalper quickly became dumb, and suddenly sprayed out a bright red and bright red liquid from the sword mouth, directly splashing Tu Die's face.

The strong air flow was too violent, too sudden, too imposing, and the impact made Tu Die almost immediately fall to the ground with his buttocks backwards, and squatted on the ground for a long time, before he had vitality, his eyes turned, and he involuntarily radiated a very frightened and terrifying light, and his whole body was also frightened, twisted and spasmed like an old scalper.

Tu Die was terrified: What kind of monster is that?

The crowd was also stunned and trembled.