"Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai,

You're a city that never sleeps.

The lights are up, the sound of cars,

Singing and dancing to level ............"

Dancers with heavy makeup dance neatly on the stage,

The singer is singing emotionally,

dim tones,

Bewildered atmosphere,

The aroma of red wine,

All the flavors and all the smells are intertwined and entangled at this time, forming a unique attraction that belongs to it.

At first, the young man felt that he was surrounded by blood, but when the blood faded, he found himself standing in the center of the stage.

Dancers dressed boldly dangled around them,

The singer sang and performed ** on him,

Everything here is so dreamy, yet so misty.

Young people feel a heartfelt joy and relaxation,

If this is a dream,

Then don't wake up.

Compared with the cold public security bureau, compared to the police badge that makes people tremble, compared to the shackles that imprison oneself, here, this stage, this club, is simply heaven.

The young man's gaze swept downward,

It's all empty tables,

There seem to be no guests,

No, it was as if there was a man sitting behind a table in the distance, and that person hid himself in the darkness, as if he were sipping a glass of wine.

Why does an irrelevant person appear in my dreams?

"It's nice to be young. ”

A sigh came from afar,

The young man knew that it was the only guest who was speaking.

"Who are you?" shouted the young man.

"It doesn't matter who I am, I just want to ask you, who are you?"

"I............ I ............"

The young man began to stutter, and the images of the crime, the capture at the bus station, and the interrogation began to flood into his mind.

How could I be here,

If it's a dream, why haven't I woken up when I realized it was a dream?

Liang Chuan gently swayed the red wine glass in his hand,

oh

Do you finally remember?

I'm really afraid that you won't be happy anymore.

"What's going on, where is this?" the young man began to roar on the stage, and at the same time, the dancers around him dispersed, and he was the only one left on the stage.

"Here, it's hell. ”

Liang Chuan replied.

"Hell?" the young man smiled a little confused, "This is hell?"

"What do you think?" Liang Chuan asked rhetorically.

"It's a little different from what I imagined. "The young man, although still a little at a loss, is still relatively calm.

"Because you're here, it's hell. Liang Chuan took a soft sip of wine, enjoying the wonderful feeling of the liquid gliding on his tongue, "What you do, the evil ghosts of hell, can't compare to you." ”

"Who the hell are you, and what the hell is this place!" the young man was a little angry.

This person who deceived the victim into letting her go while letting him serve him during the murder was him, and he was the one who finally found a thick plastic bag to wrap the woman and cover her to death.

Perhaps, he seemed to regret when he was caught, and kept reviewing and weeping bitterly, but when it came to committing murder and hurting others, he looked a completely different story.

For example, now,

The violent factor in his heart has been stimulated.

It's really not about age.

brute

What age do you need to talk about?

There are more underage people, most of them are in school, and most of the people who don't go to school are also working to earn money to support their families, why are you so special, after you have done something that has lost your conscience, you can still be stained with the light of minors?

"I told you, this is hell. ”

Liang Chuan put down the red wine glass in his hand,

"Look, isn't it?"

"Buzz ........................"

It's like someone has long pressed the piano keys, and a long tune is dragged out.

The young man noticed that the dancing girls who had just gone down had run out again, and rushed towards him together.

The young man wanted to resist, but found that he couldn't fight at all, and these dancers all had a lot of strength.

"Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai,

You're such a city that never sleeps............"

The singer began to sing again, but her voice became more rapid, and she lost the feeling of a sloppy sound, and instead became a little solemn.

"Let go of me, let go of me!"

The young man roared.

His head, his hands, and his legs, were held down by the dancer,

Just as he had done with several of his accomplices in the previous assault and held down the woman they had humiliated for ten hours.

He struggled hard,

Just like the poor woman before she died.

The singer is still twisting her waist, as if the real show is coming,

Finally, a dancer came up with a bucket and a stack of rice paper.

She first covered the young man's face with a piece of rice paper.

The young man blows hard,

The dancer put down one more,

The young man continues to blow away,

The dancers kept playing, the young people kept blowing,

Cycle

The dancer is not tired, but the young man has,

Soon, he felt a little out of breath, and the rice paper was huge, so it was not easy to blow it off his face.

Finally, a piece of rice paper was dropped,

The young man tried to blow it, but it didn't move.

The dancer picks up the water and sprinkles it on the rice paper that covers the young man's face.

The rice paper was moistened all at once.

Next

is the second one,

The third,

Fourth ............

In the beginning,

You may still think it doesn't matter,

But as the paper accumulated, the soaked paper gradually began to seal the young man's face, like a plastic bag over his head.

The young man sensed that his breathing was becoming more and more difficult, and he could not resist at all, because his body was confined by the many dancing girls.

The paper began to accumulate incessantly,

The feeling of suffocation began to grow stronger.

It was a cruel punishment,

Let you step by step towards fear, towards absolute suffocation,

It's just plain paper, but little by little it eats away at your last life.

In ancient times, many so-called "unyielding" prisoners collapsed in the face of this punishment, and this kind of gradual punishment can often dig up people's inner defense line little by little, and then collapse in one fell swoop.

Even, it is more terrifying than scalding the prisoner directly with a soldering iron.

In your field of vision,

And with the light,

White light,

Like the call of death,

In my ears, the beautiful voice of the singer is like a mourning music sung alone for you.

Over here

This is not a ballroom.

This is not the old Shanghai,

yes

This is hell,

It's hell!

When suffocation comes completely,

When everything reached a pole by slowly superimposing itself, the young man collapsed and sobbed,

He opened his mouth sharply,

only to find himself sitting in the interrogation chair.

The handsome face of a man was right in front of him.

"Okay, he's fine. ”

Liang Chuan smiled at the policeman beside him,

"You're busy, I'll go back first, if there's anything like this, you can contact me. ”

"I'm really bothering you, Advisor Liang. The police hurriedly thanked him.

The young man was already soaked with cold sweat,

It doesn't seem to have come back to his senses,

The horror just now,

He didn't want to experience it a second time,

That feeling that life is worse than death,

It's really desperate!

But what he doesn't know is that

This nightmare will always be with him, with his life sentence, with him............ Lifetime.

This is a gift from hell, a true punishment that the laws of the world cannot give.

The wind outside was a little strong, and Liang Chuan wrapped his coat.

"Advisor Liang, I'll send you back. Qin Tao looked for Liang Chuan for a long time, and finally saw Liang Chuan at the door of the police station.

"Go get busy, I'll take a taxi back by myself. Liang Chuan refused, and he took a taxi at the intersection.

It was already four o'clock in the morning when I returned to the entrance of my department store, and this night was indeed very long, so long that it made people's hearts palpitate.

When the door was opened, Pu'er was prostrate on the counter, as if he was waiting for him to return.

Liang Chuan walked over, reached out and patted Pu'er's head gently, then took out an iron bucket in the shop, and took some dark money and ingots from the shelves and came to the steps of the door.

took out a lighter, lit the banknote and put it in, and added some gold and silver ingots.

The fire began to burn, and the money curled and tumbled.

The fire reflected Liang Chuan's face, flickering bright and dark.

"That's all, I'm selling all of this, don't think I'm stingy. ”

Liang Chuan muttered to himself, he didn't know if the couple could hear his words, as he had said to Tan Guanghui before, he opened a spiritual artifact shop, but he was definitely not a Maoshan Taoist Feng Shui master.

"Meow. ”

Pu'er let out a cry, and the cat's eyes looked across the street.

Under the pole,

It seems that there are two figures, snuggled together and looking at this side,

The two men didn't come over,

Instead, he bowed slightly,

subsequently

Slowly move away.

Because I have suffered too much, because I have seen too many misfortunes of others, there are many religions that spread and expand in the afterlife.

People are always looking forward to,

The misfortune of this life can be exchanged for the beauty of the next life.

It's an excuse and an encouragement to yourself,

Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to continue to grit your teeth and stick to the life of suffering now.

"Smack!"

Liang Chuan lit a cigarette,

Pu'er prostrate at his feet,

A man and a cat, reflecting the fire in the iron bucket that has not yet been extinguished,

In this deserted street in the early hours of the morning,

It's like an old, yellowed black and white photograph.

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