Bai Tang gave him a thumbs up with satisfaction, this province is not only a simple twelve yuan, but also a blessed life.

A film is 12 yuan, and 10 pieces are 12, which is converted into RMB......

Bai Tang counted and counted, his eyes suddenly flashed with a bright light, more than eight hundred!

It's just that he hasn't waited for him to have any further thoughts about this white flower.

Jiang Futing had already clicked on the video, and the melodious and beautiful melody brought him back to his senses.

The video screen is still pitch black, only the melodious violin sound is like water in a mountain stream, trickling, and occasionally a few cold high-pitched notes, like water droplets hitting the riverbank, sweet but not noisy.

This kind of music is relaxing and enjoyable for the soul.

After half a minute of playing, Jiang Futing heard which tune it was, and he suddenly whispered, "The water of the clear mirror."

Bai Tang leaned back on the seat, faintly feeling that something was wrong, whether it was from the appearance of this kind of website, or from the single price, it was impossible to just let them listen to light music.

He tapped his fingers on the table and proposed, "Why don't you jump over?"

Jiang Futing watched the video intently, and was reluctant to let go for a second.

He doesn't want to get any details out of the music, but he completely puts himself in the shoes of those strange users, to experience exactly the same feelings as them, and to understand their intentions and motivations as much as possible.

At this moment, it was as if I had become one of the notes, melted into the music, and was gently plucked.

Just as he shook his head slowly and rejected Bai Tang, a hideous face suddenly jumped out of the empty video.

The face was like a terrible beast, staggering on the camera, almost crawling out of the computer.

Screams of tearing wails and pain erupted suddenly, taking the place of the light music just now.

The screams of despair seemed to come from the abyss where the monsters were imprisoned, stimulating people's sensitive nerves.

Jiang Futing deeply felt that from a beautiful paradise, he fell into the shattered bones of hell in an instant.

The camera of the picture suddenly moves back from the face of the person with teeth and claws, and the silhouette around it is squeezed by close-ups, and quickly drills into the camera.

The facial features distorted by pain shrank into the goose-egg-like round face.

It was a child who was only six or seven years old.

It is the age when I have a longing and a strong curiosity about the world.

It's like a snow-white paper, spotless, waiting for the colorful colors of the world to be embellished.

But the children in the video can't wait for the day when they feel good.

His hands were tied behind his back, and a loop of thick hemp rope hung around his neck, tightly tied in a beautiful and upright bow.

There is still a lot of length left in the rope, and the rest is held by an adult, as long as it is pulled hard.

The boy's neck was strangled severely, and he had to stagger a few steps in the direction he was pulling, and then forced himself to stand firm under the man's sharp scolding.

Well-behaved like a well-trained dog.

The child's big round eyes were wet, and he pouted a small mouth, afraid that he would suffer another layer of guilt because he accidentally did not control it, so he pursed his lips very hard, and only the corners of his mouth twitched constantly under the instinctive nerves.

I didn't hear what the man on the side said specifically, and the shot at the moment was a panorama.

The camera should be specially placed on the top of the corner of the wall, and the person who shot the video,

The intention was only to focus on the picture, and he had no intention of recording the video, anyway, no matter how far away the screams of the prey were in the end, they could always be recorded, so he did not specially prepare recording equipment.

The picture was rare for a moment of silence under the boy's mournful wail.

Jiang Futing and Bai Tang's nerves were like being forcibly tied to a roller coaster with an uncertain future.

When it will hit the top and when it will fall, no one knows.

The silence in the video really didn't last long, and after the man holding the rope waited for the prey in front of him to calm down his fear a little, he suddenly came back and walked directly in the direction of the camera without avoiding it, as if he was going to take something.

And at the moment when he turned, Jiang Futing noticed that the man's face was wearing a terrifying mask with blue fangs.

The mask is a very ordinary plastic product, but it is better because the facial features are hideous, and the eye sockets are buckled very large, which just exposes the entire eye socket of the man wearing the mask.

The man seems to have had a long period of poor rest, and the dark circles under his eyes are as thick as if he had been coated with a layer of black paint.

The nose on the mask is as strong as a bull's nose, and the entire mask is unnaturally blue.

For them, these masks are just masks, but for children as young as six or seven years old, this is not the case.

This monster is alive, and his superiors are stained with all kinds of bloody smells because of years of accumulation.

Just standing far away from them, the terrible smell of fish will be the first to come to the wind, as if they have just crawled out of the prison of hell and live by sucking their pain and fear.

These monsters torment the children over and over again throughout their lives, until the day they break down.

The so-called broken is probably the same as a toy that can no longer be moved or used—literally, dead.

The man in the video took out a black stick from the dead corner on this side of the camera, and then walked neatly towards the dead corner in the video.

Jiang Futing's attention was immediately attracted by the thing in his hand.

The moment he saw the black stick, a thick branch seemed to grow in his throat, wrapping his throat tightly around his throat without leaving any traces, and he was a little difficult to breathe for a while.

He rubbed his fingers, this type of stick, he had not only seen it, but was impressed.

It was in the indoctrination.

Indoctrination room!

Jiang Futing suddenly remembered something, and his eyes immediately revisited the background of the video.

The photographer chooses a very tricky angle for the picture, almost excluding all the original things in the room, only the empty wall, facing the corner of the camera.

There is also a student's desk and chair.

Judging from this simple information alone, it is not possible to determine where the video was filmed at will.

But the difference is that Jiang Futing has been there in person.

And not a scribbled glance, but a careful observation twice. When the music ended, he could remember the details of every wall, every corner, even the bricks on the floor.

As long as you extract your own memories and the directions shown in the video, and make appropriate adjustments and matches, you can confirm the ......

After all, is it the indoctrination room that I have been to?

He searched for the details and features of the decoration in the background of the painting, and compared each place with his own mind.

As he confirmed a little more, the indisputable facts were smashed into his heart by the hammer of memory.

Jiang Futing only felt that his heart was hammered violently.

Just when he had to accept that this was what he had been

At the moment of the indoctrination room, the person in the video has already walked in front of the child, he is like playing with a low pet, ignoring the other party's sobs and choking, and pulling the rope in his hand.

The boy, who was already powerless to resist, was like a silent lamb, following his movements, staggering from side to side.

The boy was as fragile as a clay figure piled up in sand, and he didn't know what second of wind and rain he would fall apart.

Those who watched only felt that there was a wordless resentment and depression in their mouths.

But anyone who is a little normal, while cherishing the boy, will be eager to tear the man in the video into countless pieces.

Jiang Futing moved the mouse, and the hidden progress bar resurfaced, reminding them that it was only about twenty seconds before the music ended just now and officially entered the theme.

These twenty seconds are long enough, and every second puts people's hearts on the fire to fry.

The total length of the video is a full ten minutes.

The pushing, pulling, and faceless verbal beatings in the picture are just the beginning.

Jiang Futing pinched the palm of the mouse, and under the stimulation of the video content, a thin layer of cold sweat oozed out for no reason.

Just when the man who played the monster in the video stopped in front of the boy face-to-face and raised the electric baton in his hand unscrupulously, Jiang Futing's powerful heart suddenly cracked a huge opening, and the tail of his raised eyes was suppressed by his restlessness.

His fingers began to press wildly on the mouse uncontrollably, frantically fast-forward the video, but he still couldn't resist the quality of the video was too high, so high that the man in the video was reluctant to waste even a minute and a second, and every frame was a cruel and bloody picture.

He inevitably saw the picture of some methods escalating more and more.

The boy's high-pitched screams continued, and the silent lamb was brutally gnawed and sucked by the monster's hands.

Jiang Futing never thought about what is the limit of human beings?

The limit of greed, the limit of cruelty, and the limit of suffering for the weak.

He never thought that a simple abuse could be full of tricks.

I never thought that in this highly civilized society, there are really people who completely retain their primitive animal side, arrogantly ignore people and laws, and cruelly kill innocent seedlings.

Electric shocks are only a trivial part, and flogging is nothing hurtful, because there is always something more ingenious than you know.

For example, suffocation, being roasted by fire, the legendary Ling Chi...... Compared to these, the most primitive punches and kicks are simply tolerant.

Therefore, distorting the mentality of children, making them deeply think that they are nothing more than a lowly commodity, and when the simple beating becomes 'forgiveness and gift', this is successful education.

Is it?

Jiang Futing's mind suddenly flashed back to what Lin Ziqing said on the phone, squeezing the pain of these children to get the greatest benefit.

And what is an orphanage, a Nazi concentration camp?

What about these orphans? Is it just because they are orphans that they are wrong and that they deserve to be mistreated?

Jiang Futing felt a chill in his heart for a moment, and the mouse in his hand didn't know when it was taken away by Bai Tang.

Before I could finish watching the ending of the video in front of me, it was switched to another video.

And Bai Tang also completely turned on the mode of crazy fast-forward and video cutting, and new tragic screams continued to appear with endless images, some even rising from cruelty to blood.

Therefore, it is inevitable that there will be a phenomenon of really killing people because they are not well controlled.