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The rag in Liu Xiaoqiang's mouth was completely soaked with saliva, and he couldn't make any sound. He just shook his head desperately, his face covered in tears and snot.

Lin Tian shouted in his heart, "Damn system, I feel the evil and corrupt practices of this world being purified by me. Can you feel it?"

A faint, almost inaudible electronic voice echoed in Lin Tian's mind: "[I...I sensed it.]"

The voice was trembling.

Lin Tian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smug smile.

He could feel the system's fear, and it felt good.

He walked up to Liu Xiaoqiang.

Liu Xiaoqiang was terrified, his eyes were unfocused, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

"Bald Qiang," Lin Tian said softly, reaching out to pull the rag out of his mouth, "It's your turn."

Liu Xiaoqiang closed his eyes.

He finally understood that Lin Tian was no longer the eight-year-old child he knew.

This is revenge, a vengeance that has crawled back from hell, to drag all those who have wronged them into the abyss.

"Give me... a quick death..."

Liu Xiaoqiang said in a hoarse voice that this was his last request.

Lin Tian stared at him for a long time, so long that Liu Xiaoqiang almost gave up hope.

Then, Lin Tian shrugged nonchalantly, his tone as casual as if he were agreeing to lend the eraser:

"Okay, it's just a quick death, right? No problem, no problem. I'm a kind-hearted person and I love helping others."

Liu Xiaoqiang awaited the bullet that would end everything.

He silently recited his wife's name, thought of his son Liu Luhu's chubby face, and thought of the small wooden house in his hometown in Northeast China.

I remember the first time I met Section Chief Liu many years ago. He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Qiang, you'll be working for me from now on."

If I could do it all over again...

No gunshots were fired.

Instead, a sharp, intense pain shot through me.

It wasn't the instantaneous burning sensation of a bullet piercing the skull, but rather the tearing sensation of something sharp piercing the eyeball.

"ah--!!!"

Liu Xiaoqiang's screams echoed through the warehouse.

He suddenly opened his eyes, only to find the world had turned blood red, and then quickly plunged into complete darkness.

He has gone blind.

Warm liquid streamed down my cheeks, carrying a rusty, fishy smell.

"What...what did you do?"

Liu Xiaoqiang roared, his hands instinctively reaching for his face, but his wrists were tied behind his back, leaving him only able to struggle in vain.

"Since you've chosen to close your eyes, I'll naturally close them for you permanently. No need to thank me; I'm an expert on helping others."

"You've never been able to refuse me!"

Lin Tian's voice rang in his ears, clear and crisp like a child's, yet more chilling than any adult's threat.

"Didn't you want a quick and painless death? I've prepared a painless death for you that will only hurt a little bit, and will definitely let you go in a good and painless way."

Lin Tian smiled jokingly. How could he not find a scapegoat for his father?

Lin Tian took Liu Xiaoqiang into his spatial storage and soon arrived at the boiler workshop, where molten iron was boiling.

The death of Foreman Sun cannot shut down the boiler workshop. Even if the fitter's workshop and the forging workshop close, this workshop cannot be shut down.

It's like cooking: you can choose not to stir-fry the vegetables, but you can't choose not to start a fire.

Lin Tian's ghostly figure moved along the ceiling of the room and came to a boiler that was not nearby for the time being.

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Xiaoqiang felt his body lighten, as if he were floating.

Immediately following was a feeling of weightlessness, the surrounding air temperature suddenly rose, and a deafening roar filled my ears.

"Where...am I...?"

He asked, trembling, though he already knew the answer.

"Overhaul the boiler room."

Lin Tian said lightly, his voice unusually clear amidst the loud noise, "Do you remember? My father was accidentally scalded to death by a boiler right here."

The report prepared by Foreman Sun and Section Chief Liu stated, "Comrade Lin Jianguo unfortunately fell due to operational error."

Liu Xiaoqiang stopped breathing.

Of course he remembers.

That afternoon, everyone had left work.

Lin Jianguo was kept behind by Foreman Sun to work overtime, and he, Xiong Da, and Xiong Er pushed Lin Jianguo off the road.

The sound of molten iron swallowing a human body was etched into his memory like a red-hot iron clamp.

"Now,"

Lin Tian continued, his voice carrying a naive cruelty, "It's your turn. Help someone to the end, I'll let you experience for yourself how my father 'accidentally' died."

"No...don't..."

Liu Xiaoqiang began to struggle frantically, but an invisible force bound him, rendering him unable to move.

He could feel the heatwave getting closer and closer, like countless red-hot needles pricking his skin.

"Don't worry, it'll be quick."

Lin Tian comforted him, "Scientific research shows that when the human body comes into contact with molten iron at a temperature above 1000 degrees Celsius, the nervous system will be completely destroyed within 0.3 seconds."

In other words, you will only feel a momentary sharp pain, and then you will know nothing more.

This is truly "exhilarating"—both painful and pleasurable, perfectly meeting your requirements.

"Lin Tian! You demon! You deserve to die a horrible death! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

Liu Xiaoqiang roared with all his might, but his voice sounded weak and ridiculous amidst the roar of the boiler room.

Lin Tian smiled.

"Become a ghost? Fine, I'll wait for you, but before that—"

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly became intense.

"—Go down and apologize to my father first."

"Aaaaaah!!! You little beast, you lied to me! You'll die a horrible death! You'll die a horrible death! I'll be waiting for you in hell, ahaaaah!!!"

Liu Xiaoqiang's body traced an arc in the air before plunging into the furnace, which was shimmering with golden-red light.

In that instant, time seemed to stretch out.

He felt his skin instantly carbonize, his muscles contract and twist under the high temperature, and his bones make a faint cracking sound in the molten iron.

The excruciating pain did indeed last only a moment—0.3 seconds, or perhaps even less.

Then everything turned into scorching darkness.

But just before his consciousness completely faded, he heard Lin Tian's last words, light and airy, as if he were talking to himself:

"Hell? I'm here to send you to hell."

Liu Xiaoqiang's screams echoed through the boiler room.

Old Zhang, who was operating the crane, was the first to react.

He was moving a pot of molten steel toward the mold when he suddenly heard inhuman screams from below. His hand trembled, and the control lever almost slipped from his grasp.

"What's that noise?"

The young worker, Xiao Xie, who was closest to boiler number three, stood frozen in place.

He saw a figure fall from the shadows of the ceiling—no, not fall, but rather as if it were thrown down.

Straight.

The molten iron splashed up a wave as tall as a person, and then the figure twisted and shrank in the blinding light, melting away as quickly as a wax figure thrown into a fire.

"Someone...someone fell in!"

Xiao Xie's voice changed, and his finger trembled as he pointed to boiler number three.

The surrounding workers gradually realized what was happening.

The people who were nearby instinctively rushed forward a few steps, but when they were still three meters away from the boiler, they were all forced back by the scorching heat.

"Help!" someone shouted.

But no one is moving. How can we save them?

Would a person jump into molten iron at over 1,000 degrees Celsius?

That would just mean losing another life.

Team leader Lao Li is an old worker who has worked in the steel rolling mill for more than 20 years.

His face was deathly pale, but he managed to maintain basic composure: "Quickly, sound the alarm! Turn off the valves! Hurry!"

"It can't be turned off!"

From the control panel came Li Aiguo's shout, "Boiler No. 3 is in the iron-making phase. If you shut off the valves now, the entire production line will be scrapped!"

"What should we do then?"

"The person is gone..."

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