"Doctor, what's wrong with you? It's been 10 minutes, and it's not okay? While chatting and waiting for the end of the treatment, after ten minutes, Hu Tan asked urgently. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Well, it's good morning. I don't want to give this little monster a full body check now, I don't even frown after so many knives, I'm very interested in his body. The doctor touched his chin and looked at Chen Qingkong's body in the treatment cabin, his eyes shining.

"Don't ask about the past, don't ask about the past." Hu Tan lowered his head and looked at the somewhat enchanted doctor, and gently spat out eight words.

The doctor was stunned for a moment when he heard this, scratched his hair, laughed awkwardly, and manipulated the light curtain to open the treatment cabin.

Chen Qingkong woke up, the feeling that was exactly the same as the end of the super sensory link made him uncomfortable, and he coughed and vomited violently and spit out a large amount of healing liquid, which was unusually bitter unlike the somewhat sweet life lotion.

When he felt better, Chen Qingkong, who was lying on the ground, noticed something strange, the wounds on his body were gone, and there was no trace of scars on his left palm, thigh, and chest, just like a dream.

Although I have heard of this treatment chamber, this is the first time I have experienced it in real life.

There are too many, there are too many such inventions in the history of the United Federation, and they have god-like effects, but they are listed as taboo for various reasons, and ordinary people can only know a little about them from sporadic rumors. After thousands of years of technological explosion, mankind has promulgated a large number of self-slapping bills.

"Are you feeling better?" Hu Tan took out a white bath towel from the lattice of the treatment cabin and threw it at Chen Qingkong's body.

"Much better." Chen Qingkong wiped his body dry with a bath towel, this viscous treatment liquid will not volatilize in the air, and it is very uncomfortable to stick to his body.

"Change your clothes, and the public executions will begin immediately." Hu Tan said to Chen Qingkong, and then turned his head to look at the other three: "You go and gather the others into a group." ”

When Zhao Yuan, Liu Qianhong, and the doctor left, Hu Tan sat on the treatment cabin, took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag, and lit one for himself.

"Got one?" Hu Tan handed Chen Qingkong a cigarette.

"Smoke?" Chen Qingkong took the cigarette and gave Hu Tan a puzzled look.

"Hey, little hairy boy of the earth, take a puff, you need this."

Chen Qingkong followed the example of Hu Tan, held the cigarette between his two fingers, and fell into deep thought as he looked at the cigarette rolled up with black paper.

It has only been a few hours since he left the earth, and when he woke up from the treatment cabin, Chen Qingkong had a feeling of being in a different world.

The misfortune at home, the confusion of the future, and the entanglement of the present made Chen Qingkong's thoughts very chaotic and chaotic.

"I'm having a mess of my brain right now, does this thing work?" Chen Qingkong has never seen such a thing on the earth, maybe it doesn't exist, maybe there is no one around him. Out of the earth, although it is only separated by the atmosphere, everything is new to Chen Qingkong, and he needs to learn to accept or reject.

Hu Tan took a hard puff of cigarette, a cigarette roll was burned off a third, closed his eyes and felt the smoke in his body, Hu Tan closed his eyes quietly, and only exhaled deeply after a long time, white smoke spewed out from Hu Tan's mouth and nose, making that piece foggy.

Hu Tan didn't reply, just threw the metal lighter in his hand, crossed a perfect parabola in midair, and landed in Chen Qingkong's hand.

"Is it drugs? I look a lot like you. Chen Qingkong saw Hu Tan's strange appearance and asked.

"Drugs? No, no, mercenaries never touch poison. Neural reactions are the basis for mercenaries to survive missions, and mercenaries never touch anything like that. ”

"Then why do you look so weird?"

"It's relief. Rejoicing in being freed from confusion. ”

"Relief?"

"Your mind is messed up because you're confused. When you're confused, you need someone to enlighten you, but unfortunately, no one in this fucking world will enlighten you. ”

Hu Tan said very messily, and Chen Qingkong was also very confused, but this did not prevent Chen Qingkong from making a decision.

Put the cigarette in his mouth and make a fire like Hutan, but the cigarette was not lit.

"You've got to take a sip when you light the fire."

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

"Hahaha, suck with your mouth, don't use your trachea."

When the first puff of smoke entered his lungs, a deep sense of dizziness hit, Chen Qingkong lay on the ground, saw the universe through the transparent sky of the airport, and saw a corner of the earth.

"Smoke is a good thing, but it's not good for the lungs, just go to the doctor every month to clean your lungs."

"Hmm." Chen Qingkong closed his eyes, feeling as if he was outside the sky, as if lying on the clouds.

"Is this an escape?" Chen Qingkong closed his eyes and asked softly.

"What?"

"Because I am confused, and I don't have the ability, I use this way to escape."

"Perhaps."

"Wouldn't it be like a coward."

"You are still young, for mercenaries, timid and brave, the difference is whether you are ruthless enough for life. You're cruel to yourself, and you're going to try to be cruel to others later. ”

"Is it so narrowly defined?"

"Fuck you narrow-mindedness, it's philosophy, right? You know a lot about it. ”

"It's okay, I usually read a little more books."

"Don't talk nonsense, smoke quickly, and get down to business in a while."

"Don't you have anything to explain? About the execution of the meeting? ”

"Chen Li said that you are a genius, but your problem is very substandard. I'll say it again, since you're determined to be a mercenary, you have to be ruthless enough that others are afraid of you. ”

"Thank you."

"Put on your clothes when you're done."

"Where do you throw cigarette butts?"

"Anything, it's better to stuff it into your own **."

"Are mercenaries so vulgar?"

"Hmph, believe me, as long as it lasts a long time, you will too."

"Really?"

"I'll bet 100 federal dollars."

"You're welcome, then."

"Alright, they're here, let's get ready."

Hu Tan pinched off the cigarette butt in his hand and looked at the mighty group of people walking in the distance.

Chen Qingkong also learned from Hu Tan to pinch out the cigarette butt, and quickly dressed and stood beside Hu Tan. He doesn't understand anything now, and the only thing he can do is to be a marionette and numb through the first and most difficult stages.

It's about the same as in the mirror game, with a group of people in a circle, two treatment pods in the middle, and two people pushing two carts in.

The difference is that this time only one cart is full of knives, and the other is a cross more than two meters high, full of live buckles.

The doctor opened the man's treatment cabin, and before the man could react, three or five big men rushed up and tied the man firmly to the cross.