The best perspective expert

Chapter 624 The Sand That Can't Hold

With the woman's hospital in his arms, Han Zhenyang hailed a taxi and headed straight to the Gobi Desert in the suburbs.

At this time, the Gobi Desert was even colder, the ground was white and miserable, and the remnant snow that had not been blown away by the wind could be vaguely seen. Except for the whistling northwest wind, there was hardly any human habitation.

The taxi driver was a little puzzled, but when he saw his ID, he turned around and left without saying a word, and didn't even bother to collect the fare. Obviously, the taxi drivers here are well-informed and know how. What things can be mixed, what things must not be touched.

After the taxi driver left, Han Zhenyang dragged the woman into the depths of the Gobi for a few hundred meters, and then stopped after finding a remote place with a lot of sand accumulation. The recovered woman put it on the ground, and at the same time she stood up, she took out the miniature submachine gun, fiddled with it for a while, loaded the bullet, and opened the safety, staring at the woman who was slowly recovering, calm asked, "What's your name?"

The woman stared at him fiercely and said nothing.

He shrugged, squatted down, approached the woman and asked, "I want to know your name."

"Go to hell—" the woman opened her mouth and spit out a spit, as if Han Zhenyang was her father-killer and enemy.

Of course, this kind of attack speed is similar to a snail to him. He shook his head lightly to avoid the spit, threw the submachine gun aside, and stretched out his hand to grab a handful of cold sand on the ground. It feels like a handful of ice scum in your hand.

He slowly loosened a gap in front of the woman, and Xisha leaked like a thin thread, and it leaked out in less than half a minute.

Then, he grabbed another handful in his hand, held Xisha's fist and stretched it out in front of the woman, "Now I give you two choices, one, tell me your name, two, let me pry your mouth open, Then use this sand to block you, how to choose, I will give you five seconds."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking and didn't count, just stared at the woman with vicious eyes, and nodded after five seconds, "It seems that you have made a choice, very good, I like people like you, who can fully Be loyal to your beliefs, but it is also very fulfilling to deal with people like you. I like that feeling very much, and I am even a little addicted. Unfortunately, there are too few people like you. Can hold on, really."

Speaking of this, regardless of the woman's expression, he grabbed the miniature submachine gun with his backhand and pointed it at the woman's mouth, and poked it down with a sudden force. With a muffled "poof", the woman's front teeth broke in response, and the gun Guan Ze stabbed in as if entering no one's land.

At this time, he smiled and explained to the woman with a face full of pain: "I like this method of prying people's mouths the most, because it is simple, direct and very effective. No matter how hard the mouth is, people can't bear it, and your Fortunately, here is the vast Gobi Desert. There is no suitable tool and I can only use the barrel instead. If it is on my site, it is definitely not something as gentle as a barrel, but a triangular army thorn, or a Swiss army knife. What are those guys? That’s what’s called sharp.”

He laughed again, "Of course, the Gobi Desert has the benefits of the Gobi Desert, especially in winter the Gobi Desert is almost deserted, and there will be no creatures passing by except the hungry wolves, even if I do something bad The matter will not be discovered by people, and there will be nature to help cover the traces afterwards. Have you seen the sand here? It is more than one meter thick, right? And with the northwest wind blowing, the sand will accumulate more and more. It’s impossible to see how many people are buried.”

"I wonder if you will be so stubborn when your body is poured with sand from the inside out."

After saying this, he pried slightly with his left hand, and when the barrel of the gun was parted, the woman's mouth couldn't help but open wide.

He stared at the woman's eyes, shook his head, and sighed, "This looks so ugly," he said, moving his right fist above the woman's mouth, loosening the gap slightly, and fine grains of sand fell like snow grains.

He released very little, but the feeling of fine sand falling into his mouth would definitely not be comfortable. Anyway, thinking about it, he felt that his throat was congested, let alone the feeling of the person involved.

Sure enough, under his perspective mode, the woman's heart began to beat rapidly, the blood flow accelerated, and the muscles around the throat squirmed crazily, as if trying to squeeze out the grains of sand, but there was no effect at all. It's even better not to struggle. Once struggling, the sand particles will stick more tightly to the mucous membrane of the cavity, and sink deeper and deeper as the muscles struggle.

The resulting effect is that the woman can't cough, she wants to vomit but can't vomit, it doesn't hurt, but the itching is severe, like a few ants burrowing into it, so that the woman can't wait to tear her throat open.It's just that he stepped on the woman as soon as she moved, stepped on her left arm when she moved her left arm, stepped on her right arm when she moved her right arm, and held her head when she shook her head.

So in the next second, he pressed the woman to the ground as if he was playing judo, the barrel of the gun was still stuck in the woman's mouth, and the fist of his right hand was still sticking out of the woman's mouth.

When the woman's most uncomfortable strength is over, he asked calmly: "How does it feel? Do you want to continue?" He said with a smile: "Actually, I don't mind fulfilling you, really, but before that, you have to let me live." An addiction, I like this feeling so much, understand?"

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and said sincerely: "I'll give you two more choices, one, tell me your name; two, let's continue the game, choose to nod, choose two to shake your head, and still give you five." seconds."

This time he started counting, "Five, four, three, two, one!"

"Very well, it seems that you choose to continue playing this game, which suits my mind," he shrugged, and kindly reminded: "Attention, sand is coming," he said, slowly loosening his right fist.

Just as the sand was about to fall, the woman who was crushed by him struggled crazily, shaking her head while shouting, "My name is Zhang Chunhua, Zhang Chunhua..."

"Zhang Chunhua, this name is really vulgar. It seems that your parents may not be educated, but it doesn't matter." He pouted and said without changing his expression: "Then it's time for you to answer the second question. What is the name of the person who sent you here?" Name? You still have two choices, tell me the person's name, or continue the game."

Zhang Chunhua's complexion changed again, and she shouted hoarsely, "Your words don't count..."

Han Zhenyang smiled lightly and asked back: "Hehe, what am I talking about? Did I promise you anything?" Then he replied: "I didn't say anything, I just played a game with you."

(End of this chapter)