Within a few minutes of sleeping, I was woken up by the smell of gas welding and cutting the door, and several big men broke into the door and tied me into a dumpling and brought me to the remaining three elders.

It seems that during this time, the leading group of this cult has been reorganized, Elder Nu is still high, and the ice seat hanging in the air seems to have been modified again. But Joy and Bitterness stood on both sides of the icicles, like guards in front of the two palaces.

"See you again!" The angry voice was a little arrogant, "Should I call you Si'an or ...... Oracle? ”

"Call the Divine Messenger, let's get closer!" I smiled, and the center of gravity of the soles of my feet shifted back and forth twice, and I felt the feeling of the soles of my feet sticky.

"Haha, that's what you want!" Elder Nu smiled and said, but never mentioned these two words again, "When you die, you are by his side, how do you feel?" ”

Feelings? I thought about it, and I really didn't have any thoughts to say, so I said casually: "It's almost that if you don't do it, you won't die!" ”

This is indeed my true feelings, we are digging holes and digging walls in that house and no one cares, how can we forgive us for tearing our hands and necks and stretching them out and being killed?

"Interesting! Mr. Si'an is a wonderful person! Elder Nu laughed again, as if he was in a good mood.

I really can't look down on this arrogant appearance, and I can't help but say: "When you die, this is how I feel!" ”

Elder Nu really lived up to his name, and he had been suppressing the fire before, and he couldn't suppress it anymore when he heard me say this, and several people rushed up and pushed me to the ground, followed by a violent fat beating.

These grandsons beat people very hard, and the steel pipe wheel in their hands was round and greeted me to the thick place, but fortunately, my body was already frozen, and the pain was much worse, otherwise the pain would have to hurt.

Angry at the top of the strange laughter, it seems to be extremely happy to watch. I felt like the more I struggled, the more excited he laughed and the harder he hit. The rope tied to my body has been cut into the flesh, and the big man who executed me has begun to count a little, and even a steel pipe smashed directly on the top of my head, fortunately I dodged and didn't hit, but if I continue like this, I am afraid that I will really be killed.

So I stopped struggling, just tried my best to raise my hand to protect my head, let them beat me, and after a long few minutes, the steel pipe in the sky finally stopped, and I almost didn't come up in one breath, so I simply pretended to faint.

"You've all seen it!" An angry voice came from afar, "How dare Yumu mix beads? Pretending to be an oracle is the end of it! ”

There was a sound of praise all around, and although it sounded quiet and peaceful, it smelled of madness. I didn't remember that there were so many people here, and when I squinted, I could only see the darkness in the distance, and if it was all people, there would be hundreds of people.

I was dragged backwards out, and I didn't speak again until I knew I was going out, and the compliments around me didn't stop, and then they were all stopped by the knock of the door.

I counted silently in my mind that after 27 shrinkage joints, I hit the steps 19 times, turned 5 corners, hit the corner twice, and finally returned to the corridor where I had been imprisoned.

The reason I could tell it was the hallway was because the air still smelled of gas welding. But at first I was a little troubled, because there was a very strange smell mixed in with this smell, this smell was very familiar, but I couldn't tell what it was, and if I hadn't seen the broken iron door, I would never have been sure that this was the room I had just had.

The door slammed shut behind me, and I fell to the ground, in the position of being just thrown in, and it took me a moment to get up. A voice came from outside, "This kid has to be optimistic, his mother's ability is not small, and he almost let him run away with such a big hole in the floor!" ”

I smiled to myself, moved my body, which was paralyzed by the bondage, and slowly started to do it. The room was much warmer than the cold room, and the beaten place was finally freed from the cold and swollen unscrupulously. I barely got up and moved a few steps, shivering to undo all the buttons and straps on my body before my fingers swollen, and threw myself on the bed.

This is what I learned in my survival class, unfastening the buckles and straps is to avoid the body from being overly swollen and stuck, after all, the swelling can still go away, but the tissue necrosis can only be removed.

The swelling was followed by pain, and the muscles in some places even spasmed with pain, gritting his teeth, trying to restrain himself from thinking about this feeling, and desperately transferring his thoughts to the experience of replantation at that time. This is also an important experience, at this time, all the good memories are a kind of poison to their own spirit and **, only a more painful experience, in order to free people from the torture in front of them, and it will not be as easy to cause harm as psychological suggestion, or a more practical way.

But it didn't work very well today, and the strange smell lingered in my nose, and I couldn't get into the extreme pain that used to be equivalent to pulling out the nerve and tying it. And that familiar feeling lingers, leaving my body painful, while my spirit enters a very warm memory.

It's like a freshly cleaned toilet at home, or freshly cleaned and disinfected shoes, or a girl dressed in white. My mind was instantly clear, no wonder this smell was so familiar and so unfamiliar, this smell was clearly the smell of several disinfectants mixed together. They must have disposed of Shu's body!

This is a matter of course, whoever dies in the family has to deal with the blood that has been shed, but the way they deal with it is a little too nervous, I carefully distinguished, there is the smell of eighty-four, and alcohol, and even the indescribable faint smell of iodine. I didn't smell it, but I'm almost certain they used hydrogen peroxide, thinking there were some beads in the corner that had been congealed by foam.

If it weren't for the fact that I get hurt so often, I wouldn't really be able to tell these things. It is precisely because of my understanding of these things that I have discovered the suspicions. The scope of disinfection of these disinfectants is very one-sided and cannot work on bacteria, viruses and fungi. But if you want to deal with the blood of the corpse, it is enough to deal with it with the 84 disinfectant, but they use so many kinds of disinfectant, it is difficult for people not to think that they are too panicked and use everything that can be used. Another point is that this disinfection operation should use an environmental disinfectant instead of this surface disinfectant, but there is no smell of formalin here, it is possible that they can't find this disinfectant, but it is more likely that formalin is not as suitable as these disinfectants.

Why? My mind was full of question marks, and the pain in my body seemed to be gone. Why is it in such a hurry? Why not use more effective environmental disinfectants? Is this related to Elder Shu biting his wrist? Are they afraid of the blood of forgiveness?

These questions can almost be answered by each other, they are afraid of the blood, so they killed him when he squirted the blood in the arteries farther away, and then hastily disinfected the environmental disinfectant, I can also guess that the formalin solution is highly volatile, and the emitting part has the same disinfecting effect, and they don't use formalin probably because it has the same damaging effect on them.

Could it be that formalin will cause great harm to the plague people?

If there is anything terrible about Elder Shu's blood, it is nothing more than the infectiousness of the plague person, although he has no symptoms, but from his experience, he is undoubtedly an ancestor of the plague man, maybe the contagiousness in his blood is stronger, and even this purer infectious factor will harm the plague person, so they will be afraid of his blood, and it is precisely because of this that they will use various surface disinfectants with lower toxicity to disinfect repeatedly instead of using more convenient and effective environmental disinfectants.

But this is just my speculation, and it's hard to confirm the truth, but I can't think of any other explanation, and it seems that this is the only way to justify it. At this time, I suddenly thought of one thing, it was very likely that Elder Shu was threatening to release his own blood and wanted them to open the door and release people, but like the mentality of Shu at that time, it was definitely impossible to talk about any good results, driven by the eagerness to show loyalty to God, perhaps driven by the eagerness to let the divine envoy get a chance to go out to save the plague people, he tore his wrist with his teeth and sprayed blood in the corridor.

His purpose was eventually achieved, but I, the oracle, could not escape, but was beaten and sent back. But there was no way around it, and I at least figured out the way to the cold storage called the temple, and the lock on the gate wasn't melted. On top of that, while being thrown in, I felt a dagger from one of the guards.

The dagger was now hidden under my armpit, it was a cold steel tiger claw, and the guard hung his knife upside down on his waist, and I just pulled it out and stuffed it under my armpit, and the sharp claw tip of the claw even pierced into my skin in the hurry.

The swelling had begun to stop, and I struggled to open my swollen walnut eyes, both of which were swollen so high and bright that they blocked my vision. After trying to adjust my position, I found a more comfortable position to lie down and press the knife under me, and raised my hands up in front of my face.

It doesn't matter if I put it down, the foul smell made me almost vomit, the beating just now didn't cause any open wounds on my body, only a blow on the back of my hand, the skin that was pumped open, and I still remember a plague man who beat me hooked out a handful of pus and blood from the file and smeared it on it......

At that time, anger did not stop it, but if I had not been infected, wouldn't it have further proved my identity as an "oracle"? How dare that anger take such a risk and condone his subordinates to do so?