Fortunately, Boyle had been leading the way in front and had not noticed the change in his expression, otherwise, he would have wondered how the originally wise and steady Captain Tang seemed to be a different person.

In fact...... He has never changed, but most of the time he is very rational and very good at suppressing the negative feelings in his heart.

"Brother Tang, how about you go down and play with them?" Boyle walked to the edge of the pool and stopped, pointed to a pure-looking female Morrisnu who was only 16 or 7 years old and said, "How about this?" It's said to be a chick, a little younger than your one. ”

"The one in our family?" Tang Fang was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses, it turned out that Boyle was talking about Freya.

"This is not busy, it is not too late to visit the show first."

The girl in the water stared straight into his eyes, a little curious why the young man who the foreman had ordered her to dedicate herself to be so calm, completely different from what the old sisters had said.

He wasn't in a hurry, and he didn't have that fiery gaze or grim smile.

She suddenly felt relieved that maybe she would have a good night today, and she wouldn't have to be bruised like some of her sisters and couldn't even get out of bed.

As a Morris, she knows what fate she will face, and she also knows that she can't resist, and resistance will not end well, so she accepts this life optimistically, because since she was born, everyone around her has repeatedly instilled in her a "Truth mobile phone reading novels which one is stronger?" "Morrisnu is a by-product of reality, which should have been destroyed and abandoned, and it was the empire that saved them from the evil federation and gave them the opportunity to live and living space, in exchange, they should dedicate themselves to the empire and be loyal to the Holy Emperor.

It is an honorable and sacred thing to be able to contribute to the empire. And there are many kinds of contributions, just like her current job, serving that man well, and then she can bring a tax revenue to the imperial treasury.

It's not a sacrifice, it's a dedication!

Morris Nu's life was short, so they had no racial culture. Their intelligence is not high, so they can't talk about learning from history, and they receive the same education, so they don't know that there is a saying that says, "When a lie is told a thousand times, it becomes the truth." ”

They live miserable but content, they live undignified, but optimistic.

There was a whip hanging over their heads.

They call it a guide.

Someone rode on them.

They called him the Great Benefactor.

Someone is toying with their siblings.

They say it's patriotism, they say it's dedication.

……

Tang Fang left the main hall under the leadership of Boyle. Walking to the back, he didn't look at the face of the girl codenamed L727, even if she looked at him with curiosity, doubt, joy, and a hint of affection that could be called "admiration".

Fools are actually more likely to live happier than ordinary people, even though they are not fools.

The two people are separated by a red carpet, but it seems to be across a world.

than salvation. He chose not to bother. Because the word "redemption" is heavy, like a five-fingered mountain with runes pasted on it. He had to save himself before he could save others.

Of course, as for whether others need him to save them, who can say for sure, the frog in the well never knows that he has an invisible shackle on his body.

Unlike Tang Fang, who was in a complicated mood, Boyle was very happy. Because Tang Fang didn't waste time on those female Morrisnus, but was walking quickly into the trap he had set.

He didn't know that what he was happy about was exactly what Tang Fang wanted!

"Brother Tang, you'd better be mentally prepared in advance. Because the place I'm going to take you here is very different from other areas. Boyle said, standing in front of a somewhat hideous building.

This is the deepest part of the backyard, and the floral scent has faded away, replaced by a somewhat eerie smell.

Tang Fang knew that it was the smell of blood and sweat mixed together.

Without waiting for him to reply, Boyle knocked on the door, and there were four guards standing side by side, unable to see what they looked like, for they were wearing heavy power armor and had guns in their hands—shotguns!

Tang Fang knew that it was not for fighting, it was for slaughter.

Tang Lin squinted his eyes and didn't speak, just hooked his toes and nodded a few times on the ground.

"The slippers don't fit." He said.

"Come in!" At this time, Boyle had already walked into the hall, and seeing that the two were still outside the door, he thought that Tang Fang was a little scared when he saw the four heavily armed guards, so he explained: "Don't worry, they are all security personnel of the 'fallen angels', to prevent some Morris slaves from rebelling, and they will not use force against the guests." ”

Tang Fang didn't say anything, walked into the empty hall, and followed Boyle into an elevator that led to the underground.

After only a few breaths, I came to the -1 floor, and 3 people walked out of the elevator.

The hallway was dimly lit, and the sound of water dropping on the ground could be heard in the distance, and the mottled stone walls contrasted sharply with the smooth walls of the previous floor.

There was a smell of sweat in the air, a woman's muffled snort, and a man's rough panting.

Boyle looked at Tang Fang and said, "Are you sure you want to see it?" ”

"Of course." Tang said expressionlessly: "It's already here, is it possible to go back?" ”

"Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles, men always have to walk more and see more, whether it is good or bad."

"I didn't expect Brother Tang to be a philosopher." Boyle said with a smile.

His tone was very soothing, like a joke between old friends, but Tang Fang knew very well in his heart that this was probably a subtle irony, because whether in the West or the East, whether it is Chinese culture or Indian culture, there are famous sayings like "curiosity kills cats".

"I don't want to be a philosopher, I want to be a fisherman." Tang Fang smiled and said, "Have you heard the story of Jiang Taigong's fishing?" ”

Boyle shook his head blankly, he didn't know what Jiang Taigong was, so he naturally couldn't understand the deep meaning of his words.

He sarcastically pretended to be X, and where is the captain willing to suffer.

"Let's go, let's go ahead." Tang Fang interrupted Boyle's musings, walked to the first room from the left that showed "free", and pressed the door button on the door.

"Huh!" The security door opened, and a scene from the room appeared in front of him.

A woman of 25 or 6 years old was tied hand and foot tied to a special chair. A mass of black stockings is stuffed in his mouth.

One of her legs standing high on her toes was bare, and the right one was wearing black silk, and she thought that the stockings in her mouth were taken off from her left leg, but I don't know if she stuffed them into her mouth herself, or if someone else did it for her.

Seeing Tang Fang enter the door, a light flashed in the woman's eyes. It's not hope, it's not shame, it's yin.

Next to the chair there is a tool holder with scissors, handcuffs, red string......

"She's drugged." It was Tang Lin who spoke, and he was a little unbearable and a little disgusted.

"Nope." Boyle stepped forward and stretched out his fat hand. Fingertips gently glide over the woman's bare inner thighs.

Her breathing became heavier, her heart beat faster, and her throat and eyes made an itchy muffled grunt, and it was obvious that she was enjoying it.

"Here, as long as you have money, you are God!"

"Phew!" There was a sound of the cloth tearing, and the woman's shameful cloth fell to the ground.

Tang Lin was a little surprised. Boyle's old man's hands aren't bad.

"Let's go." Don pulled him outside, for Boyle had already shoved something inside. Then there was an even more intriguing humming sound in the room.

"A shameless woman." Tang Lin muttered in the back.

Tang Fang shook his head and didn't say anything, sometimes the phrase "poor people must have something to hate" does not apply.

If a person lives in hell, his hand with a knife must be very stable. Killing has become a part of life; When he stood on the top floor of the Empire State Building overlooking the city, when she walked the streets of Prague and smiled at the exotic young people playing the piano on the pleasure boats, they would not have thought that some people were pushing tricycles full of food into the alleys. I don't think that some children's way to school is more difficult than learning from experience.

Some people pursue ideals, some people want to live, this is not sad, this is very helpless.

Tang Fang thought of the girl in the front hall who was still waiting for him to go back, and then sacrificed her first time, codenamed L727, if she stayed here all the time, and lived tenaciously according to the fate arranged for them by His Majesty the Holy Emperor, thinking about it, the woman in the room just now was a portrayal of her future.

Boyle came out of the room, washed his hands, and was clean.

Tang Fang ignored him and opened another room, in which there were two defenseless women, their hands tied with ropes, hanging on a small hydraulic platform, letting them hang in the air or down-to-earth, depending on the man's hobby.

Seeing the security door open, the two women twisted their waists and legs, and threw a seductive look at Tang Fang ...... not so much charming.

Tang Fang didn't move, and Boyle, who went in, picked up the whip in the corner and whipped it mercilessly on the woman named Tang Fang's "brother", and then exchanged for a comfortable and painful exclamation.

The whip marks were red, like her face.

Tang Fang turned around and went out and continued to open another room, this time the scene in front of him made him a little surprised, because unlike the previous two times, the chair was tied to a man, a man with toned muscles.

He wears an eye patch, a special erotic leather coat, a mouth plug tied in his mouth, and his feet are fixed to the two legs of a chair, and a tail about a foot or so hangs from the bottom of the chair.

It must have heard the sound of the door opening, and the man shook his body vigorously, and let out a snort from his mouth.

Tang Fang didn't wait for Boyle to come over before he withdrew his feet from the house, his face was a little white, and so was Tang Lin.

Boyle was a little curious, opened the door and glanced at the situation in the house, laughed like a duck twice, and said, "Isn't it that Brother Tang thinks that this place only entertains male guests?" Taking a step back, even if they are all male customers, there are still some people who like this tone. ”

Tang Fang sighed and didn't say anything.

"As I said, here, as long as you have money, there is nothing impossible, 'Alcaissy' is a tourist city, the most important thing is to make the guests happy, relax ......" After saying that, Boyle walked to the elevator leading to the -2 floor: "Then you will see a more impactful picture." ”

He walked into the elevator room and didn't ask Tang Fang if he wanted to continue looking.

He actually wanted to get in front of Tang Fang, and said with a smile: "Being a philosopher comes at a price." ”

Tang Fang took a deep breath and walked into the elevator with Tang Lin.

The door slowly closed, and there was a slight vibration from under his feet, and it didn't take much effort. With a soft sound, the door opened, and several people stepped out with their front and back feet-

The 2nd floor is completely different from the -1st floor, which is like a medieval madhouse, with dim lighting and mottled stone walls. There is a feeling of congestion and wanting to vent the feeling of depression in my heart, but the -2 floor is completely different, as if it has suddenly come from the Middle Ages to the future.

The entire floor is a room, whether it is the floor, the walls, or the ceiling, all emitting bright light, illuminating the whole space.

The room was very large, more than thirty meters high, and countless lattice-like rooms hung in the air. And slowly rotate on a fixed track.

The scene was sci-fi and bright, but on the contrary, there was a strong smell of blood in the air, which was spilling from some lattice room.

Through the transparent walls of the lattice room, you can see that it is inhabited.

Of course, the word "dwelling" is very unsophisticated, and they may be tied up with ropes. They are either fixed to stakes or hoisted in mid-air.

These people are both men and women. But without exception, all of them were naked, and some of them were still marked with speckled bruises, or bruises, or even sword wounds.

"Well, it's not bad." Boyle said as he snaked upward. A crystal passage that spirals around the room.

It turned out that those seemingly bright lattice rooms were nothing more than prison cells, Tang Fang's expression was a little gloomy, and he followed behind him without saying a word.

Boyle stopped at the entrance of the Crystal Passage, and called up a suspension platform through the guòkong zhì terminal, and walked up first. He beckoned to the two and motioned for them to come up.

Perhaps seeing that Tang Fang's face was a little gloomy, he shrugged his shoulders and explained, "The Morris slaves in these cells are all guys who have hurt guests, or have a mental breakdown and go crazy, and they don't deserve your sympathy. ”

"I don't sympathize with them." Tang Fang said with a cold face: "Also, I don't need you to teach me how I should think about the problem." ”

Boyle shrugged again: "Good, good, good, count me nosy." ”

The magnetic system beneath the crystal tunnel lights up with forward arrows, and the platform glides upwards along the track.

Tang Fang took the opportunity to look at the checkered cells, 70% of which were only prisoners, and about 30% of the cells had well-dressed normal people in addition to prisoners.

They either brandished their fists and smashed them in the prisoner's face, or they held sticks and long whips, and they whipped and beat violently, venting their deep depression due to the backlog of life and work.

Living in this world is very tiring, people always have to learn ways to reduce stress, build happiness on the pain of others, without fear of retaliation, this is the fastest, but also the most addictive.

As a civilized person, you may be very resistant to this kind of behavior at first, but once you take the first step, most people will taste the sweetness, and even stimulate the wildness in their hearts and indulge in it.

In the eyes of Tang Fang and Tang Lin, this is an evil way, but in their eyes, this is just a transaction, a way to relieve pressure in exchange for money. It makes no difference to call a girl.

Just like the glass factories, cement factories, electroplating factories and the like in history, didn't the capitalists also base their interests on the harm to the workers' bodies?

Working in such a harsh environment, it is easy to suffer from chronic diseases and die step by step for a long time, but here, for Morrisnu, what is a mere skin trauma? Their physical condition is very good, and they will be restored in three or five days.

So, more and more people think that this is a special service and that's it.

At the end of the crystal passage is a platform suspended 20 meters in the air, on which stand some passengers, three or five "fallen angel" staff, and a few heavily armed security soldiers patrolling back and forth in the corner to prevent any special situation.

Boyle manipulated the maglev equipment to stop at the edge of the platform, and the three people walked down one after another to the front of the central control platform.

The staff of the "Fallen Angel" are intently controlling the electronic devices, and in front of them is a huge array of monitors, recording the images of each cell, as well as the health of the prisoners.

"It's a pity that time doesn't allow, and if it's some special festival, you'll see the prisoners offer additional activities, such as death racing, hand-to-hand beast fighting, and the like."

Boyle explained as he walked with his hands behind his back.

Tang Fang was silent, his eyes staring at the picture on the monitor array without blinking.

The room was large, but it was very stuffy, there was no refreshing wind, no fragrance of grass and trees, only a faint smell of blood in the air, and the dull hum of a large exhaust fan.

He pointed to a monitor with a white cloth wrapped around it and fixed in a medical cabinet like a mummy, and asked, "What's going on?" ”

A woman in her 40s looked back at him and didn't speak, Boyle walked over from the side, stood side by side with him, and said indifferently: "Do you have an enemy?" ”

"Yes." Tang Fang said: "A lot of ......"

"But for the average person, there are not many people who can be hated in a lifetime, some of them can be dissipated, some of them can not be dissipated, maybe throughout the whole life, when the hatred accumulates more and more, and you have no ability to vent, what will you do?"

Tang Fang understood at once.

"How much are they worth?" He asked.

"It's not expensive, on average, it's about 50,000 star coins, of course, this doesn't include surgery fees, nutrition fees, nursing fees, etc...... However, if you are a VIP, you can get a discount. (To be continued......)

ps: Thank you for the tip from the mirror ~~R1292