The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"Wow~!"

The iron gate opened, and the light in the corridor outside was a little dazzling.

George Watt, a man with golden hair but wearing a mainland prisoner uniform, shielded his eyes with his hands.

The black cotton jacket and cotton trousers, paired with old Beijing clothes and cotton shoes, this outfit is very down-to-earth.

"What are you going to do?"

Watt, huddled in the corner, asked at the top of his lungs like a helpless child.

As a result, a few burly young men from the investigation department came in, picked up the man without saying a word, and dragged him out like a dead dog.

As the light flickered, the blue eyes looked more and more frightened.

His legs rubbed against the concrete floor, his trouser legs were covered in dust, and even one of his cotton shoes fell off, and had to be picked up by the person following behind.

"Clang~!"

"Clang~!"

One after another, iron doors welded with steel bars were opened and then closed.

George Watt was dragged away, and in his terrified eyes, there was only the deep passage that kept changing between light and darkness. On the walls, one could still smell the residual smell of blood.

The passages that extend in all directions seem to be carved out of the same mold, without any markings. A stranger walking here would have no idea where the exit is.

The last iron gate opened, and under the sharp gazes of six or seven pairs of eyes guarding the door, Watt was finally brought to the ground.

Almost at the same time~!

"Pia~!"

The sound of a rifle shot not too far away made Watt shiver uncontrollably. One of his shoes fell off and stepped on the snow. He suddenly became refreshed and his soul came back to him.

"Where is this place? Where are you taking me?"

The pupils in his eyes had shrunk, and he was extremely nervous.

Whether it was the cell where he was detained or the area after he came out of the cell, the strong feeling of suffocation was everywhere, as if it was tightening his throat little by little.

However, none of the people escorting him paid any attention to him. They all had stern faces and looked ahead expressionlessly. Watt had seen this kind of look in the slaughterhouse in Wales.

It looks extremely cold-blooded, even colder than walking barefoot on the ground.

"Be prepared!"

“Crash, clatter~!”

The crisp sound of loading the gun made Watt's nerve reaction reach the extreme, and he subconsciously tilted his head to look over.

Next to the passage that I was walking through, in the recessed wall, there was a man with his hands tied behind his back standing. He had his head lowered, so I couldn't see his face clearly, but the clothes he was wearing were exactly the same as mine.

Several men, also wearing black clothes and black pants, looked like the executioners. After cocking their rifles, they raised their rifles and aimed at the man standing in front of the wall.

Watt swallowed subconsciously, feeling that the speed was very slow at this moment. He wanted to leave here quickly, away from the starting point.

The red spots on the wall of the execution ground were all dark red and sticky "ketchup".

Because of the cold weather, the red tomato juice was still emitting gurgling steam. What does this mean? Watt, I was so scared that I almost peed my pants.

As if it was intentional, Watt squinted his eyes out of fear and hadn't turned his head back yet.

“Let go!”

"Pia~!"

"Plop~!"

The gunshots almost occurred simultaneously, directly hitting the foreigner's fragile heart. His face twitched and he almost fainted. The crotch of his old black cotton trousers was directly wet.

"Oh my god~!"

A life seemed to have passed away right before his eyes. Looking at the people who had been hit by targets from afar, Watt seemed to feel that those bullets had hit himself.

It was green and purple, and there were patches of it in the east and west.

The man was dragged down like a dead dog, and the blood in his chest kept flowing down like a faucet was turned on.

The scene was so breathtaking that Watt himself couldn't help but speak in his native language.

"Next~!" The emotionless voice sounded behind his ears again, but this time, George Watt heard a familiar voice with a hint of London accent.

"No, No, Please don't do this, let me go!"

"Mom, help me, help ME (screaming at the top of my lungs)~!"

The shrill cry for help made Watt want to turn around and see who that person was.

However, the people who were holding his arms did not hesitate at all and continued to move forward with no expression on their faces, as if they had seen this scene many times.

"Be prepared!"

"N~!"

“Let go!”

Another gunshot was heard, and the stranger, who hadn't even finished shouting "NO", felt as if fate had locked his throat.

George Watt had never seen such a big scene before. It was like a slaughterhouse, or like some fucking camp. It was so scary!

What the hell place had I been taken to?

Watt's eyes went dark as he was dragged to another passage. He had no time to sigh. In the passage, he ran into the people who were carrying the corpses. A strong smell of blood came into his nose and penetrated into his lungs.

He felt like he was going crazy.

From a close distance, he watched the sticky blood plasma pouring out from the corpse onto the ground as if it were free, leaving a clear blood trail, and he just happened to be dragged across it.

The person who was pulling his arm made a "crunching, crunching" sound with his leather shoes stepping on the blood plasma, leaving red footprints on the ground.

Mr. Watt's face had completely lost its color. His originally pale skin gradually turned to bluish-gray, as if he had lost too much blood. His thin lips kept trembling.

That invisible feeling of oppression was at its peak.

As the footsteps faded away, they gradually disappeared.

The "corpse" that the stupid foreigner witnessed being dragged in front of him suddenly moved.

"How's it going? Did I act like it? The stupid foreigner must be scared. When Xu Le shot me just now, I wanted to shout, 'Long live ***'?"

Damn, it turned out to be the French translator codenamed Bald, with blood all over his body. He pulled out a "blood bag" from his chest and asked excitedly along with the two colleagues who were dragging the corpse.

He jumped up from the ground alive and well, poking the "blood" on his clothes with his fingers, then put it into his mouth to taste it.

"How does it feel to be shot by your own comrades?"

The comrade who was helping to change the bald man's clothes watched him taste his "blood" and threw the clothes over with a look of disgust. Then he became curious about what it felt like to be a target.

"I don't know. It's quite strange. I'm just worried about those grandsons. Don't fucking put a real bullet in it. It's quite sweet. You can try it too~!"

"Hey, get away from me, aren't you disgusted~!"

It felt like filming a movie. After the director shouted "cut", it was time to mop the floor and clean up. It was as if the scenes that the silly foreigner had just witnessed had never happened~!

He stirred the plasma bag with a finger and then put it into his mouth.

Li Feng pursed his lips and felt that it was indeed quite sweet. He didn't know what the talents in the Investigation Department were made of.
Looking behind the one-way glass, the silly foreigner looked like he was about to die. Look how scared he was.

Shen Xinnian twitched his lips, regretting a bit that he had deployed such a large force. Director Xue at the side followed suit and like the silly Li Feng, he also put his fingers in to stir it and tasted it.

"Yeah, it's pretty sweet~!"

"Are you two done yet? Are you going to go or should I go?"

Shen Xinnian wiped his face heavily with his right hand, tilted his head, and communicated with the action personnel. After learning that the foreigner was indeed scared to death, he raised his chin towards Director Xue and gestured inside.

"No, don't rush~!"

Director Li wiped his fingers on the table, then shook them gently.

"You went in right after he came over. You seemed too hasty. You didn't give him enough time. You should have left him some time to savor the experience and let him get the hang of it!"

"Do we still have the tiger benches and pipa hooks left over in this warehouse? This interrogation room is too monotonous. We need to put in the red-hot stove, the soldering iron, the electric chair, and everything else. We need to create the right atmosphere~!"

"Visually, it should give enough sense of oppression~!"

Shen Xinnian took a deep breath, waved his hand to signal the people to retreat, and looking at Li Feng's annoying expression, he really wanted to complain.

"You really think this place is No. 76~!" (End of this chapter)