"I never thought about what kind of training a killer who came out of the world's most secretive organization had to go through to treat people like animals. It wasn't until today, when I witnessed the whole process with my own eyes and walked out there, that I realized that my back was soaked with sweat. ”

At night, Zhang Miao sat alone in her room and wrote such a passage in a notebook. As if to verify what he had written, Zhang Miao suddenly stopped writing and took a deep breath when he wrote this.

But all that comes into your lungs is cold, damp air.

Because of this, Zhang Miao felt a little uncomfortable, he first coughed softly a few times, and then suddenly his eyes widened, as if he remembered something, and then rushed into the bathroom.

Almost at the same time, there was a sound of vomiting, like a longing to vomit out of one's esophagus, stomach, small intestine and even large intestine.

To be honest, Zhang Miao did feel this way, because he seemed to feel that his nasal cavity was filled with a strong smell of feces.

After the vomiting show ended, Zhang Miao immediately came to the washbasin, hurriedly turned on the faucet, poured the water dragon into his mouth desperately, and then deliberately squirted it out of his nostrils.

He wanted to use this way to dilute the strong smell of feces.

And this method can indeed bring such a result, but the most obvious thing is that Zhang Miao was almost choked in the bathroom.

The groggy brain and the blurred eyes made him feel that there were some white figures dangling on the ground, Zhang Miao reached out to push them away, but it seemed that he couldn't touch them.

After more than ten minutes, Zhang Miao slowly stood up while holding on to the door frame of the bathroom, spitting water.

Then, staggering to the table, he sat down.

I almost sat down and fell.

Shaking her head to sober herself up, Zhang Miao picked up the pen and continued to write, recalling everything she had seen in the "Mock Public Security Bureau" today as she wrote.

August 17, 2008, 10:36 a.m.

Assassination Alliance, Bunker No. 38, 4 basements.

"Mock Public Security Bureau".

Tomotta led the group of six through the thirty-meter-long corridor of glass cubicles.

Watch one after another, dressed in the same black and white striped costumes as them, learning how to quickly hit the target with a dagger and thus take people's lives.

Even some instructors who look like waiters will personally wield daggers and demonstrate on the students' bodies. Of course, they don't actually stab the dagger into it.

After walking through this hallway, turn left and you will see a door, Tomotta reaches out and pushes it open, and then lets the six of them walk in one by one.

In fact, as soon as they pushed the door open, the group of six already smelled an extremely strong, viscous, fishy rust smell that filled the entire nasal cavity.

When they walked in with a frown, the sight in front of them combined with the smell in their nostrils turned into a disgusting picture.

I only saw that inside, there were thirty people holding two-handed daggers, constantly waving towards the vital parts of the other party, although it looked like a cold light, but none of them hit the other party. More often than not, it is the mutual hitting of arms and the action of kicking and kicking of legs.

Of course, the focus is not on the actual technology of these thirty people, but on the environment in this room.

On the walls around the room, there were figures one after another, their hands raised and their toes on the ground, as if they were collectively dancing on Swan Lake. The only thing that is strange is that they have been in this position all the time, and there is no change at all.

Wu Ba stared for a while, as if he suddenly saw something, and as soon as he turned around, he stretched out his hand to support the wall, but he didn't expect that there was a strange and very strange feeling on his hand, as if he was pressed on a solid but elastic mattress.

As soon as Wu Ba raised his head, he glared, and immediately fell to his knees and vomited.

The other five people were first startled by Wu Ba's reaction, and subconsciously looked at the wall on the side, which they would never forget.

Only a man was seen, his hands held high and tied, and then hung from the ceiling, his toes naturally falling to the ground.

If this person still has facial features, I believe that this person's expression must be very painful at this time!

The most memorable thing is that this person's torso was actually cut with a huge cut in the neck with a knife! Inside, the shriveled heart and lung lobes hung behind the ribs, and the esophagus, stomach, small intestine, and large intestine were already hanging outside the dissected stomach!

If you look closely, you can actually see that there are still undigested meals in these organs, and even the large intestine is full of feces!

If it can be stronger, it can even perform an entity organ identification.

But the five of them already felt something in their stomachs, surging up, ready to slide through their esophagus, about to burst their throats.

"It's all this stuff hanging around this room." Outside the door, Tomota said something as if he had said it inadvertently.

In an instant, four people, like Wu Ba, fell to their knees and vomited. The only big man who looked better was also pale, in a cold sweat, holding on to the door frame and panting, and it could be clearly seen that the big man's legs were still shaking slightly.

A small room, but like a purgatory forgotten on earth! The thirty people who were sparring with daggers were like little ghosts celebrating a party there!

And who knows which of these corpses on the wall will be their masterpiece?