Chapter 49: The Traditional Virtues of Death Sentencers
Blood Moon Kingdom, Broken Lake Prison, Restaurant.
Ash looked at the hibiscus crab, lemon and raspberry milk cake, Ji Shen La La Fei, and golden pineapple juice in front of him. His nose was filled with the aroma of delicacies, but he couldn't bring up any appetite in his heart.
These dishes are not simple. They only exist in the hidden menu of the restaurant, and prisoners cannot order them even if they consume their contribution points.
It is said that these dishes are extremely high-end and rare delicacies outside. For example, this divine Lala Fei, the raw materials alone are worth one-third of an ordinary person's monthly salary.
And their taste is also great value for money. Ya Xiu suspected that the chef used magic tricks. He, a city dweller who has been tested by MSG chicken powder, almost swallowed his tongue after taking the first bite.
Eat so much that you feel like you can die without regrets.
But when he thought about actually dying later, he lost his appetite.
Several other death row inmates with the same disease had the same idea. Some of them ate without a single bite, some shed tears while eating, and some used their knives and forks in reverse, but it was a pity that the knives and forks were not sharpened, otherwise they would all be triggered.
The 'suicide prohibition warning' of the chip on the back of the neck is gone.
There are only two death row prisoners who can eat normally. One is a blue-skinned ogre, and the other is the elf Varkas.
The two of them really didn't seem to care about the upcoming blood moon trial. The ogre ate directly with his hands, ordering one portion after another; Valkas showed them ten ways to use the knife and fork, as gracefully as
Dine in the skyscraper revolving restaurant.
"Are you having trouble eating? Do you need help?"
Prison guard Nagu's friendly voice was like a whip dipped in salt water, which instantly made all the condemned prisoners shudder and lower their heads to eat hard.
Even Ash is no exception.
The reason why the death row inmates are so frightened is because the afternoon of 'supervision' has worn away all their arrogance. Facing the prison guard Nagu who can control the chips on the backs of their necks, even the most thorny people can't stand it.
You have to be honest - if you are not honest, you will be forced to do so.
To be honest, Nagu didn't do anything excessive to them.
Not even a hair on them was touched.
Didn't hurt them at all.
He just asked all the condemned prisoners to act according to his schedule.
For example, when eating, if someone does not eat, Nagu will activate the chip control system and use voice to control the prisoner to eat:
"Open your mouth, put the food into your mouth, chew it once, twice, three times, and swallow it..."
For example, when watching a movie, if someone refuses to watch or moves around, Nagu will make him a model audience in the theater:
"Sit down, put your hands on your knees, look at the big light screen, and remember to blink your eyes every five seconds."
For example, while taking a breath of fresh air on the sea view rooftop, Nagu said that his superiors required all prisoners to take photos and put forward the following requirements: neat clothing, smiling faces, good mental outlook, and a harmonious group atmosphere in Suihu Prison...
There is no doubt that death row prisoners alone cannot meet the above requirements, so Nagu 'helped' them in a small way.
Fortunately for Ash, he just lay on the ground next to his head and smiled, but Varcas was amazing - he sat on the ogre's shoulders, put his hands on his head to pretend to be cat ears, and looked at him with a thin and cold face.
Showing a sweet smile to the camera.
And one photo is not enough, you need to take several more photos, ranging from acting cool and cool to hugging each other, and there are all kinds of spiritual styles.
The death row inmates who were put into various postures by Nagu were completely numb. They only thought about how quickly and easily they could satisfy Nagu's request. In their hearts, they even felt that it would be better to fast forward to the Blood Moon Trial.
Destroy it quickly, we are tired.
Therefore, as soon as Nagu spoke, they immediately abandoned their boring Sangchunbeiqiu and hurriedly started cooking.
At this moment, the pressure placed on them by Regulator Nagu goes beyond the Blood Moon Trial.
After all, they haven't seen 'death' yet.
But 'life is worse than death' is right in front of us.
Ash glanced at the empty restaurant and asked the people next to him in a low voice: "Why is no one coming to eat now? It's okay if you don't eat at noon. There's no way other people won't come to eat at night, right?"
The death row prisoner next to him was Archibald Harvey. He had dark skin and curly hair. He looked like he did heavy work during the day, but he was actually a night job: a scavenger specializing in corpse disposal.
Some people may wonder that disposing of a corpse is at most a crime of mutilation of corpses, so how can it be reduced to the death penalty?
This is naturally related to the standard of death: in the Blood Moon Kingdom, only corpses pronounced dead by licensed medical practitioners are called corpses.
Without a medical doctor to pronounce a verdict, even if your head is lost, you are still legally alive.
Because medical doctors can really resurrect people who have turned around, many corpses can still be saved even though they have expired.
Therefore, logistics personnel like Harvey, who specializes in helping underground organizations dispose of corpses, naturally do not receive favorable treatment as "accomplices", but are regarded as "serial murderers of extremely vicious nature": he has disposed of hundreds of corpses.
, if every corpse was treated as a living person, few people in the prison would be as guilty as Harvey.
But that doesn't mean Harvey is some good guy who was wronged.
Although he didn't have much time to reveal any dirty information about himself during the afternoon chat, the fact that he was a necromantic magician and that he said, "What's so good about a hot woman" were enough to judge him.
Sexual fetishes are too early for humans today.
However, whether a person is bad or not has nothing to do with whether he is an enthusiastic netizen or not. In this afternoon of sharing the same fate, Ash quickly became familiar with him.
Harvey replied: "They came to the restaurant early to finish eating before 5 o'clock."
"Ah? Why?"
"Because they want to avoid us, except for the eight of us, the other prisoners will try not to leave the dormitory today. Those who have enough contribution points will order meals directly, and those who are not rich will try to avoid our meal time."
"I know, but why are they avoiding us?"
"Traditional Virtues."
Ash blinked.
It's not that he doesn't understand this term, it's just that it always feels weird when used to describe the death row prisoners here.
Harvey said: "First of all, the eight people selected will be summoned to the restaurant by the supervisor at noon, so no one will come out all morning. Although it is said that the candidates are selected according to the trial sequence, who knows whether they will be there in the restaurant.
What if you meet a supervisor on the road and the supervisor thinks your walking posture is too awkward and puts you on the trial list?"
“Do regulators have this power?”
"I don't know, do you dare to bet?"
"Don't dare."
"That's right." Harvey shrugged. "Although all eight people were elected after noon, no one dared to wander around. The first reason is naturally because of the existence of the supervisors. If the supervisors look at you
If you don't like it, if I exchange you with a lucky person, wouldn't you regret it until your blood vessels burst?"
Ash nodded.
really.
There is nothing more irritating than one's own misfortune, than seeing others benefit from one's own misfortune. Just thinking about it makes one feel so angry that it burns through his belly.
"The second reason is a bit superstitious. The prisoners believe that those who are seen by us unlucky people have a high probability of becoming candidates for the next blood moon trial."
It is understandable that everyone is afraid of being infected with bad luck. Being looked at by an unlucky person in the afternoon and unable to poop at night is definitely not a physical problem, but a gravity abnormality caused by the unlucky person.
"And the third reason is that they don't know how to face us."
"Um?"
"Say hello? Encourage? Comfort?" Harvey wiped his mouth with a napkin, "If it were you...ah, no, Ash, you are the one on trial now. At this moment, if you see other people escaping the blood moon
Prisoners, do you think every punctuation mark they say is filled with a sense of superiority?"
Ash opened his mouth and thought for a moment that it was indeed the case.
Since I know that I am going to die next and you don't have to die, I must feel that your whole body exudes a disgusting rancid smell.
Not just talking.
Just seeing you can still breathe.
It all makes me feel like you are mocking me.
Encouragement? Sarcasm!
Comfort? Laugh!
Pity? Contempt!
No matter what kind words they said, they all sounded like dirty words to the eight people in Ash.
The fear of death created a tragically thick barrier between the eight prisoners and all other prisoners.
"So on the day of the Blood Moon Trial, all prisoners consciously stayed in their dormitories and did not go out. This was not only to protect themselves, but also to protect the people on trial."
Harvey looked at Ash, "If you survive, you must abide by this traditional virtue when the next blood moon comes. This is the only kindness we can and must insist on. But..."
"But what?"
"I've seen your news reports." Harvey shrugged, "Honestly, you're probably the one who died tonight."
"Isn't it just killing someone randomly?"
Ash was a little nervous. When he knew that the Blood Moon Trial was to draw one out of eight people to death, he guessed that it must be a random ceremony - if it wasn't random, there would be no need to choose one out of eight.
"It's random, but not that random, and sometimes several people die... Have you really never seen the Blood Moon Trial?"
"Really not! I don't know the rules of the Blood Moon Trial at all!"
Harvey smiled: "You'll find out later... When I watched Blood Moon Judgment for the first time as a child, I was deeply shocked by this program. I didn't expect that there is such wonderful entertainment in this world. I don't
I will tell you the truth. The most despised behavior of a necromancer is prophecy. Exploring the unknown is the most pleasurable enjoyment of a necromancer, and death is the greatest mystery."
Ya Xiu clicked his tongue and was a little confused: "Since it is definitely me who will die, why are you so nervous?"
Harvey shrugged: "Because the Blood Moon Trial is not fixed, sometimes there will be some changes, causing the prisoners to be very nervous and accidentally kill themselves... You are right, I will shut down when I get to the scene.
When I lie down to sleep, as long as I am sure that I will not be one of the eight, then I will definitely not die if I do nothing."
Harvey said this, which made Ash very nervous even when he was having sex.
No way, am I going to be doomed now?
Is there really no chance at all?
Obviously the exploration of the virtual realm went so smoothly, and I even picked up the virtual realm telescope in the morning. Maybe I can gather the magic spirit that can kill my miracle tonight...
Obviously Sword Girl and I are getting stronger and stronger, and the world of magicians has just unveiled its mystery to me...
Obviously I just defeated Varkas and foiled Schilling's conspiracy...
I'm still in the developmental stage, can you give me a little more time?
Ash is like a shooter who was saving up money for big equipment, but was suddenly pulled into a group fight.
Seeing that victory is in the distance, we are held back by the struggle in front of us.
He suddenly recalled the post on WeChat Moments that his boss had posted before: Life is not a stir-fry. You don’t prepare all the ingredients before starting the pot. When you see cumin sprinkled on yourself, you should realize that you have become the ingredient - who can guess?
What if the day after he posted this on Moments, he announced that the entire company would be unified from Monday to Sunday to 996?
"Dinner time is over, wipe your mouth, go to the bathroom to handle personal hygiene, and gather in the central hall within half an hour."
Note that Supervisor Nagu was not ‘ordering’, but ‘entering instructions’ - everyone wiped their mouths with napkins at the same time, then stood up and went to the toilet.
When Ash walked into the bathroom, he heard Nagu's last instruction:
"At 7:45, we arrived at the Blood Moon site on time and waited for the show to start."
