After saying this, the head of the guard, Lasquez, turned his body to the back, not looking at the scene when the armed guard dragged Gao Liquan out of the room.

"Boy, you're lucky."

One of the armed guards leaned close to Gao Liquan's ear and said with a sinister smile, "They will beat you badly." The whip is overfrequented and you will feel more pain than usual. ”

Gao Liquan remembered this face, he was one of the armed guards who beat him in the elevator.

The place of execution was chosen in the gymnasium, and the torture rack was set up opposite the blood-stained wall. There was silence, with all the prisoners lined up along the walls on either side. They stood slowly down the hall, surrounded by armed guards with guns. When he walked into the hall, Gao Liquan saw a thick wooden board standing in the center, and two iron chains hanging from the large iron rings nailed to the wooden board. The warden Lasquez had already stood there in advance.

Several guards escorted Gao Liquan through the hall. The pace is slow and heavy. His realization swept across a vast ocean of faces, but no one recognized him. For Gao Liquan, these people, whether guards or prisoners, are prison uniforms or uniforms, pieces of moving meat. Other than that, there is no point.

This is not the Earth.

And you are not my companions.

The chief of the guard, Lasquez, issued the order in a majestic and loud voice: "Let's begin!" ”

Gao Liquan raised his head, raised his chin high, and looked directly at the iron chains on the wooden plank. He felt his arms being pulled up by the armed guards, stretched out to the sides, like the wings of a bird spread out. The guards clasped the handcuffs around his wrists, then pulled the chains closer and stretched Gao Liquan from both sides, holding the chains firmly in place with the screws on the sides of the planks.

A guard with a little pity in his eyes walked over and handed something like a thick rubber block to Gao Liquan's mouth. He opened his mouth and bit the piece with his upper and lower teeth. Although he had never been flogged before, Gao Liquan had seen similar scenes in many movies. He bit hard, the taste of the rubber block was not very good, exuding an indescribable stench, which stimulated Gao Liquan to involuntarily ponder: Whose mouth did this filthy rubber block stuff?

His mind flashed back to the faces of the guards who were beating him in the elevator. All of them were full of evil sneers and sneering faces. Bastard, they must have done something to the glue. Perhaps, this thing was stuffed into the ass of a prisoner beforehand, and now, it is stuffed into Lao Tzu's mouth.

Gao Liquan didn't listen to a word of the caretaker's teachings. However, he could hear the whip swinging in the air with a screech that pierced the air. When the tip of the whip comes into contact with the skin on the back, it makes a crisp "crackling" sound. Gao Liquan felt the burning pain tearing at his shoulders, and the whip plowed deep furrows in his flesh. The pain was unbearable, and he had to bite harder.

As the sharp pain flowed and spread in his back, Gao Liquan's eyes began to widen. Now, there is no attitude to blood flowing, at least after four or five blows, until the whip cuts into the previous wound like a sharp steel knife, that the nerves are stimulated and the pain becomes more and more intense.

Another heavy blow, the whip was whipped directly at the waist slightly below. The flesh and skin in that area are more tender, and the blood vessels and nerves are particularly abundant. The sharp pain seemed to spread to the other side of the body. Just as Gao Liquan was enduring it, another pain erupted on his shoulder. Apparently, the executioner did it on purpose. As the armed guards before said: they must take revenge and will not allow themselves to have a good life in prison.

The executioner was clearly well versed in the torturing business. Four more lashes were whipped on Gao Liquan's back, and he could now feel the blood slowly flowing from the torn wound. The liquid was flowing slowly, it was hot, it hurt hot.

The blood flowed more and more, and Gao Liquan completely closed his eyes. He felt his facial muscles twitching constantly, contracting back and forth at a terrifying rate. The brutal executioners still wielded whips, methodically and mercilessly peeling off skin and fat from their backs, even injuring their muscles. This injury cannot damage the bones, but it is enough to make a person go crazy in pain. Gao Liquan has forgotten how many whips he has received, the number itself has lost its meaning, and the spicy pain is burning and flowing all over the body. He noticed that blood was leaking from his clenched, whitened fingers, and running down the chains. The fists were clenched so tightly that the nails were digging into the flesh. He slowly loosened his hands, and the moment the whip made contact with his body, he tightened his grip again.

Who can come to my rescue?

I was falsely accused.

The question is destined to go unanswered, and no one will come to help.

It's a completely strange world, and all the people here are evolutionary. Perhaps, I have become an ordinary person again. But either way, it's not going to be pleasant. The dirt and sin of the earth are played out here, and Gao Liquan feels that his consciousness has become blurred, and it is difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Shouldn't I be staying in the pyramid?

Where am I now?

And so it went on and on until the end of the execution. Gao Liquan's eyes were full of tears, his throat kept contracting and choking, and his heart was like a hammer constantly hitting him repeatedly. He cried out all the time, not screaming, not begging for mercy. Despite the stinky gum in his mouth, he still bit through it hard. Gao Liquan endured the pain and imprinted it in the deepest part of his soul. It is then stored as a ready-to-use fuel. He needs to keep it, and always keep this pain in mind, and then return it to his enemies.

The warden Lasquez walked up to Gao Liquan and stared at him with a grim gaze.

"Your watch isn't bad."

The elderly warden thought of it as an old crocodile: "Since I sat in my seat, you are still the first tough guy who has not shouted during the execution." It's a little strange to me that someone like you is supposed to have military training, or is simply a soldier. However, your profile does not have a relevant resume. ”

Gao Liquan's face was covered with cold sweat from pain, and he said weakly: "Why, you are also suspicious of my origin?" ”

Lasquez nodded: "Obviously, you offended a certain big person, so they erased everything about you." I'm beginning to understand what you did before. You wounded my guards first, and then you killed the prisoners. Perhaps, those who sent you in, lied about your identity. But at least one thing is true: you did kill people, the homeless man in the confinement room, and the woman, at least one of them, who was your master. ”

Hearing this argument, Gao Liquan no longer had the strength to argue, so he could only smile weakly and then shake his head.

"Do you want to deny it?"

The warden Lasquez was once again irritated by Gao Liquan's attitude: "Don't think that I won't kill you ruthlessly. I just don't think a guy like you should waste his life here. Listen, I can give you a chance to get out of this prison. We need fighters, especially those like you who are not afraid to die. But only if you listen to me. ”

The pain tormented Gao Liquan so much that he couldn't speak to Lasquez, and could only open his lips and let out a vague wriggling of unknown meaning. Such an action made the chief guard Lasquez mistake him for a promise or an acknowledgement, so the old man's face showed a trace of satisfaction. He stared at the dying Gao Liquan for nearly half a minute before nodding slowly and issuing orders to the armed guards around him.

"Carry this guy to the infirmary. This kind of flesh wound is nothing, and in a week at most, he will become alive again. ”

……

Gao Liquan spent three days in the infirmary.

It was a very painful time. Lying in the infirmary, his injured back had been wrapped in a bandage soaked in salt water. The budget of the prison is very limited, and drugs such as alcohol are only available to guards. As for the prisoners, the most that is daily disinfection is salt water. Gao Liquan felt that his brain was stimulated by pain, and he was extremely awake. It was like rolling in hell. Still, the salt will help his back heal better when it's rotten like a broken sack. The doctor stitched up several stitches on his most severe wound, but the acupuncture had no effect on Gao Liquan, and he didn't even feel the pain.

The day after leaving the infirmary, Gao Liquan began to plan his escape from prison.

In order to get out of this prison, you must first go up to the ground. There is only one way out of the underground cells, and that is to the rooftop. If you can get there, maybe with a rope or something, you can climb outside the wall. Of course, the plan itself was flawed, and Gao Liquan had little understanding of the prison structure. He just knew that he had to do it, and as for what problems he would encounter in the short term, he could only talk about it then.

At present, the problem that must be solved is the elevator. That's the only way to get to the roof, which is the ground. He had to find a way to control the elevator. There were armed guards at all times, and Gao Liquan wasn't sure what to do. But one thing is certain: there must be a weapon or something. It doesn't have to be a gun, but it has to be hidden enough to be hidden, and the shot is lethal enough.

After enduring two days of silence, Gao Liquan finally chose the target of the weapon he wanted.

There is always some kind of misunderstanding in the human mind. According to their own thinking consciousness, they will make up their own special cognitive situations between fantasy and reality. It's like a man and a woman, the former is strong and powerful, and the latter must have a graceful body and a beautiful face to be considered a good woman. On the one hand, this extremely superficial and completely superficial judgment condition comes from some factors left over from the primitive period, and on the other hand, it is the common cognition of the advantages and disadvantages of beauty and ugliness in the process of human civilization evolution. In conclusion, thin men are certainly not as attractive as strong men look on the outside. And fat and bloated women are far less attractive than bony types.

The same is true for the concept of weapons.

In the civilized world, the most common and most common weapon in the civilized world is the gun.

And then there's a knife or something that's sharp.

A stick the thickness of an arm is, of course, also a weapon. However, if the front of the stick is sharpened, then an iron spatula is attached. Although this practice greatly enhances the function of the stick as a weapon, it can be even more terrifying than when it was originally a stick. However, few people recognize its attack effectiveness. Because, the stick has become a shovel. In terms of specific functions, it is first and foremost a modified tool of labor. Secondly, it can play the role equivalent to a weapon.

Of course, it still has to be on a specific occasion, in a special situation.

Because of this premise, in the fixed thinking concept of human beings, what are "shovels" and "weapons"? A very different concept. Although, shovels can be used to kill people as well.

Gao Liquan's idea is based on such a misunderstanding of logical thinking.

He noticed that the prison guards would take away the cutlery placed on the wooden tables one by one after the prisoners had finished their meals. Because of the time spent waiting for the elevator, the prisoners almost had to stand in the dining room and watch the scene in silence. The armed guards always double-checked the number of knives on the table. As long as one is missing, everyone will be gathered at once, and then searched one by one. This is not surprising, in the language pronunciation of this world, the concept and meaning of the table knife is similar to that of the earth. Especially in terms of word order, the concept of "knife" is particularly strengthened. Although this kind of thing is only used as a tableware, it still carries the word "knife". This means sharpness, and it means having the ability to cut and pierce. If it weren't for the fact that the prisoners needed such special objects in their daily habits, the prison would certainly not have put knives and forks on the table for them to use. But it is very clear to everyone: use your hands, go to the basin and fish for food to eat.

Compared with the careful and cautious treatment of dinner knives, the treatment of forks is much more cold. The armed guards never counted the number of forks, at least in Gao Liquan's opinion. He observed silently for several days, and found that the guards were very careful with each knife, and there were four people in charge of counting the numbers. After ordering one and changing to another, all four people must nod their heads to approve the specific number of knives, and the safety problem of tableware can be considered solved.

As for the rest, forks, plates, soup bowls, etc., the attitude of the armed guards was much more crude, they never wasted time on these things, they always put them in large garbage basins, threw them in small carts, and then carried them all away.

No one noticed the problem, and no one noticed any holes in it. Compared to the prisons that Gao Liquan had seen on Earth, the order of Songcheng Prison was not bad. Although there were occasional fights between the prisoners, the threat posed to each other was minimal. It was the first time that Gao Liquan directly raised his fist and beat people to death after Lasquez took over.

In many cases, tough and brutal behavior can be a deterrent to others around you. For example, now, Gao Liquan has become a guy who can't be provoked lightly in the minds of the prisoners of Songcheng Prison. He's strong, even though he's not very tall, he's very good at fighting, and he's crazy and has great fighting skills. The most terrifying thing is that this guy is prone to losing his mind, and once the blood is on his head, his brain may not be so clear. It's irrational to go against such a person, and if he stays awake, then you can use your fists to make him understand how powerful and powerful he is. But if he is a mentally ill person at all, then no matter what you do or say, it will not make him feel afraid, but will only bring endless trouble to yourself.

Need to find sufficient factual basis for this claim? The poor guy he beat to death is the best proof of this. He didn't do anything, just watched Gao Liquan vent his anger on the leather sandbag, his eyes were hot, and he wanted to go up to replace Gao Liquan and make himself happy. Outcome...... Everyone saw that Gao Liquan smashed his head with his fist and stomped his throat with his foot like a madman. Even though the blood-stained walls of the gym had been repainted with lime, as soon as you got closer, you could still see a faint red stealing from under the white ash, and you could smell the smell of blood in the air.

The prisoners were gathered together according to their interests. Just like a man and a woman, they get married because they have feelings for each other. There are a lot of homosexuals in Songcheng Prison, and there have been people who have piled up Liquan, the fresh meat that has just come in, and used their brains. If it weren't for his ugly face covered with scars, maybe his ass would have been poked open by countless prisoners. Now, no one wants to have an intimate conversation with him on this issue. If you do that, not only will you not be able to get refreshment, but you may also be beaten alive by this madman.

The gruel for breakfast still smells of swill. With indescribable nausea and boredom, Gao Liquan silently swallowed the little liquid left in the soup bowl. Two prisoners sat beside him, as usual, and Hawkes sat across from him as usual. This guy's appetite and appetite are still amazing. Hawkes was apparently unaffected by Gao Liquan's murder, and he ate the gruel with a rancid taste. The speed was still fast, and in an instant a large piece of bread had disappeared into his mouth covered with a thick beard. That's an incredibly powerful food grinder. Gao Liquan even maliciously guessed that Hawkes' stomach must have been some kind of machine, and he threw the bread into it to crush it, and then turned it into all kinds of garbage that his body needed. Because this guy looks annoying. It's fat, it's dirty, it's like a piece of greasy poop spread on the ground. I752