The lynchings Bo Jinghan mentioned were not scenes like the ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, which were bloody, with swords, guns and sticks, and flesh and blood flying everywhere.
The people in front of me were dressed very neatly, but unfortunately they were tied very tightly from head to toe. Even if they struggled, the rope would only become tighter the more they struggled, and their clothes only had a few marks left by the rope.
Come, there will definitely be no signs of messiness.
However, their expressions were full of fear.
His eyes were blurry, and his face had been dull for a year, like a frightened idiot. There were snot and tears hanging in bunches, and the chair or the ground under him was a mess. Judging from the condition of the air-drying, he was probably brought back without questioning.
After a while, I became incontinent.
No wonder it smells so bad here.
But Ivan and the others are awesome enough to stay in such an environment for such a long time without changing their expressions.
In front of those people were placed bright lights and a huge blower. Although these two things were not turned on now, Bo Jinghan could imagine that he was not allowed to torture a person in this way.
People are not allowed to move in the bathroom, they are only allowed to keep their tied postures, sitting, squatting, or curling up in the same place, how cruel it must be.
Compared with physical torture, destroying a person's mind seems more powerful.
You know, the most horrific abuse in the world is not physical, but mental!
If a person's spirit has collapsed, what's the point of living?
Wrinkling his nose, Bo Jinghan's eyebrows twitched unexpectedly. Thinking of Ivan behind him, a layer of small bumps appeared on his back. Even the hairs seemed to stand up.
"What do you think I will leave behind for people to catch?"
Ivan rolled his eyes at Bo Jinghan unconvincingly. Although he knew she was teasing him, when his eyes fell on the people in the distance, he couldn't help but smile evilly and spoke for those guys who were still mentally broken.
, adding another powerful blow: "Why don't we put the person in a sack later, transport him to an unmanned dock, and throw him out? If you are lucky, you are rescued. If you are not lucky, you will die of suffocation."
God's will. Hmm... Actually, it doesn't matter if we let them go. Even if they go out and shout to others that we are abusing lynching, there must be evidence. At worst, I will take them to the hospital to check their injuries. I want to take a look.
What instrument can prove that I hurt them, rather than that they themselves are crazy!"
What is ruthlessness?
What is black belly?
Only the guy who puts a pinch of salt into people's wounds can perfectly combine these two words, and mention it in front of these people without realizing it.
Interpret it.
And Bo Jinghan suddenly felt that compared with them, he was still too young and too kind.
With the corners of his mouth raised in a half-smile, Bo Jinghan touched his face and muttered in a low voice, "Hey, I'm so kind."
"puff……"
Ivan happened to hear her muttering, reached out and pinched the tip of her nose, looked at her with a playful look and said: "I don't know, you, the piranha, can still be kind? Why, when you wake up, you plan to
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