Ten wounds would appear on his body every day, which was undoubtedly Lingchi.
Ling Chi cuts the flesh and skin, but this one only cuts the skin.
The pain is most intense on the skin, but the muscles and organs are duller, and there is no pain on the bones at all.
Cutting off the flesh is more frightening, but with such a cutting method, one does not know how many years or months it will take to complete the cutting.
Julian stopped and turned slightly sideways: "Well, I want to die."
Bean was not a very tough person to begin with.
Although his heart was tough, he was still targeting others.
If he had known that he would end up like this at that time, maybe the hand holding the gun would have pulled the trigger against his temple.
He regrets it now.
It's late.
He begged with a trembling voice: "Please, let me die, please."
Julian turned to Cheng Qianxun: "Am I cruel?"
Cheng Qianxun looked at all this calmly: "He treated you the same way, but now he is a loser."
It doesn't matter what is right or wrong, kings' praise and torture have always existed at the same time.
Torture is meant to deter the enemy and stabilize the regime.
The environment creates a person, and Bean's behavior is also necessary for survival.
Only when he is ruthless will his subordinates fear him and obey his orders.
It can be as big as a policy decision or as small as a chicken, a mouthful of batter or even a mouthful of water.
The harsh living environment should not require others to sacrifice their lives to show their loftiness.
"Okay, you can let him die and give me the knife."
Julian thought for a moment and actually agreed.
He raised his hand and the staff immediately brought the scalpel that had just been used to cut Bean's skin.
He put the scalpel into Cheng Qianxun's hand: "But you must do it."
Cheng Qianxun looked at the scalpel in his hand, which was as thin as paper: "It's too small.
I'm not a professional."
Weiner chuckled contemptuously, as if he was laughing at her for not even daring to kill anyone and looking for a reason.
"Then find another one."
Julian said to the person in charge of the building.
The daggers were delivered quickly, and several were delivered very considerately.
From the 58cm small Swiss army knife to the 20 to 45cm standard army knife, there were about seven or eight knives lined up in order.
You can find them in a short time.
It's not easy to have so many sabers.
Cheng Qianxun walked over.
He didn't look at the most powerful and thick sabers at all, but picked up a Kabbah 1217.
All of these sabers weighed less than a pound, ever since Rudolf introduced them.
Every time she chooses a saber, she always uses this kind.
There was a smile on Rudolph's lips.
He didn't say anything, he just watched.
The other teammates didn't have any suggestions.
As long as Cheng Qianxun could handle the matter, they wouldn't say anything.
Cheng Qianxun held the knife in his hand, walked up to Bean, stretched out his hand on Bean's left chest, which already had seven or eight cuts, tried his best to avoid the wound and pressed it gently, and said in a gentle tone: "It will be there soon.
The end.”
Even if you want to know as soon as possible.
Bean's lips were still trembling.
That is death, not as simple as sleeping.
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Fear of death is an innate instinct of human beings.
After several days of torture, Bean's weight dropped rapidly even though he had eaten and drank.
I quickly figured out the place.
Cheng Qianxun asked Bean one last time: "Have you thought clearly about dying?"
Bean nodded violently like a convulsion.
He wanted to die even if he didn't want to.
Tomorrow there would be ten more cuts.
The pain of the blade cutting through the skin was so painful that it made people want to live.
"Okay."
As soon as Cheng Qianxun finished speaking, he raised the knife and stabbed it at the right place, the tip of the knife entering the back of the flesh.
The other hand also came up, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and inserted the knife with a blade thickness of four millimeters between the two ribs up to the handle.
Without any hesitation, when the knife entered her heart, she exerted all her strength with both hands.
Turn the knife handle so that the heart stops beating immediately and you die faster.
He heard Bean groan softly, his whole body twitched, his eyes rolled up, and he stopped moving.
She let go.
He calmly said to the corpse: "You're welcome."
Death is not terrible.
What is terrible is immortality and living in extreme pain.
Julian survived, but Bean had no chance, so death brought him relief.
Turning around, he threw down what could be described as a devastated corpse.
There was a saber stuck in the chest of the corpse.
At this time, blood slowly flowed out from the gap in the knife and flowed down from the body.
It flows directly from the heart, so it is unusually bright red.
She walked up to Julian, as calm as if nothing had happened: "Okay."
Now it was the turn of others to stare.
The contempt on Weiner's face disappeared.
She should understand that the women she was dealing with this time were not ordinary women who relied on men to survive and would scream when they encountered danger.
Although her words sometimes Looking so weak, there is no such thing as ridiculous kindness.
Julian raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then let's go."
At this time, his soft voice seemed louder.
The surroundings were too quiet, even with so many people standing.
After returning to the luxurious residence, which was as beautiful as a palace, Sneijder and the others followed the maid who led the way at the door, and Cheng Qianxun followed Julian.
Weiner followed until she reached the door of the room, where she had to stop and look at Julian eagerly.
Julian opened the door, turned to Weiner and said, "You have worked hard today, go and rest."
Weiner could only lower his head slightly: "Yes, sir."
Cheng Qianxun walked into the room without looking at Weiner.
Why bother to look at those jealous eyes?
Will it make you happy if you look at them?
Entering the room, she sat on the sofa.
Julian sat next to her and took her hand: "Your ideas are different from those of the women I have seen.
They are very special."
Because of special experiences, you will have a special character.
Cheng Qianxun didn't say anything, just sat there.
She felt Julian put his arm around her and gently moved her head to his shoulder.
"Qianxun, no matter what happened before, you don't have to worry about it in the future.
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I will let your eyes only see the beautiful things, and there will be no more death."
Julian's words temporarily comforted her who was suffering from the fear of death. .
After going through so much, she just wants to live a normal life.
She can lie in bed and sleep peacefully every day without worrying about killing or being killed tomorrow.
And how long can Julian’s reliance last?
Leaning on Julian's shoulder, she whispered: "When will everything end?"
Julian probably thought that she was talking about his business, so he hugged her and said softly: "Soon, in five years, ten years at most, the plan will be fully successful.
By then, the robot will change from a war role to a service, and the surviving robots will People don’t have to work and can support themselves years, until the end of life.
At that time, the upper level technicians will control the high technology and control the population, and the people on this planet will be beautiful, always innocent and kind, and the planet will continue to exist for hundreds of millions of years.
The people will witness this beauty.”
"Pursuing the ultimate perfection, are you a Virgo?"
Cheng Qianxun's joking words made Julian laugh.
She knew very well that Satan couldn't wait for five years, or even five days.
If Satan's mission was just to wipe out all the robots, maybe. . .
So she asked in a consultative tone: "Actually, the outside world has opinions on robots.
Such technological products have a huge fear for them.
If all the robots are turned off, personnel are sent to persuade the resistance organizations and give them some food and cloth. , medicines and other small favors may be able to solve the remaining people without bloodshed. " "This is a way."
Julian tilted his head and kissed the top of her head: "But I don't want to risk it."
We have already invested all our energy and killed so many people.
It is really impossible to change the method just by changing the method.
Then another way, she asked tentatively: "Will someone invade the host?
I'm afraid that the robot's program will be completely changed, and then all the guns will turn to us.
So I think you can close it if you can, everything will be closed."
It’s a double-edged sword.”
"This is a problem.
This experience made me realize this.
So don't worry, the same situation will not happen again."
Julian did not say what he wanted.
I can only continue to talk: "If there is no virus, I am afraid that it will rush in and smash the host to pieces.
Will those robots be affected, go berserk, or become paralyzed?"
"It's possible."
Julian just hinted.
She pretended to be curious and asked: "Then where is the host?
I'd like to see it.
The host should be very big.
There is a building or at least one room.
With so many robots, it must require a lot of computers and servers."
Julian laughed happily for a while: "I still have something to do, so I'll go out for a while."
He stood up and walked out.
Cheng Qianxun was left sitting on the sofa uneasily, wondering if Julian would notice anything from what he just said.
She tried hard to keep her heart beating at a steady pace, but she had no control over where the blood flowed and where the heat was higher.
Someone rang the doorbell and she shouted: "Come in."
A maid stood at the door and squatted slightly: "Miss, I'm here to do cleaning work."
Next to her was a cart with neatly folded sheets, towels and other items stacked on it.
Cheng Qianxun was in a depressed mood and responded: "Come in."
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The maid came in pushing the cart and walked directly in her direction.
Gradually, Cheng Qianxun felt something was wrong.
If she came here to clean, she and Julian had been out for most of the day, and the cleaning should have been done long ago.
Looking at the bed again, it was quite clean, and the maid's posture was not right either.
I couldn't tell what was wrong.
Like the other maids when they came in, she lowered her head slightly and looked cautious, but something was wrong.
Maybe the posture is a bit stiff, maybe the steps are a bit like stepping on ants step by step, or maybe it is. . .
She had to be on guard.
She just hoped that if the other party wanted to assassinate her, he would not use a gun.
Otherwise, there would be no way to hide and he would just suffer death.
Cheng Qianxun seemed to casually take a sofa cushion placed next to her and tighten her toes.
As long as the other party acted abnormally, she would run away.
When the maid walked about four or five steps away, she stopped, pulled out a dagger from a pile of towels, and lunged at her
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