"Oh, there's news."
Julian laughed and said to the staff, "Then turn around."
"It can only be transferred to the car."
The staff member said respectfully: "If you want to transfer again, it will take time, or it will be disconnected."
"Then let me come down."
Julian walked into the room and put the gun in his hand casually on the cabinet next to him: "Qianxun, I'll go down first and come up in a while."
Watching Julian open the door and walk out, Cheng Qianxun looked at the gun on the cabinet.
She said calmly to the maid: "Please help me get a glass of milk."
"Yes, miss."
The maid crouched down and went out.
Alone in the room, she walked to the cabinet and picked up the gun with trembling hands.
She walked out of the room with the gun in hand, walked out to the terrace, and looked down.
Julian just happened to come out.
He walked to the car and seemed to say something into the car's intercom.
After talking for a while, the conversation should be over.
Judging from his appearance, the conversation should still be conducted in a peaceful and friendly manner.
Maybe Sneijder and the others wanted to report that they were safe and explain why they broke the robot and escaped surveillance, or something like that.
As long as Sneijder and the others were safe, Cheng Qianxun trembled when he saw Julian turning around, his handsome face still remaining calm.
This is for Sneijder and the others.
If Julian does not die, it is possible that their entire army will be annihilated.
We have reached this level and cannot afford to fail.
She gritted her teeth, raised the gun in her hand, and pointed it at Julian downstairs.
The gun had a laser correction light, and a red dot was aimed at Julian's forehead.
Without waiting for Julian to react, she pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
Julian's head was immediately blown to pieces, stained with blood for five steps, and his slender body fell in front of the car.
The staff and driver stood there stunned, looking at the headless, blood-stained corpse, with a lot of flesh and blood stained on their shocked faces.
Julian is dead, dead. . .
At this moment, Cheng Qianxun felt like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.
I feel so distressed that I can't breathe.
Why does she kill people she doesn't want to kill?
Is it because she will also aim her gun at her teammates in the future?
Even Sneijder is certain that only a few people can climb out of the ladder, or only one person this time.
When the final moment comes, they will be required to kill each other, leaving only one person to become the winner.
There is an abyss in front of me, no future in sight, only endless pain and darkness. . .
She slowly raised the gun in her hand and pointed it at her temple.
What needs to be done has been done, and whether it succeeds or not is out of control.
She was tired, too tired, and she didn't want to point the gun at the one she loved and the one who loved her again.
Just let it all end. . .
Looking at Julian's body downstairs in a blur, she pressed her finger on the trigger again.
"Click" the gun jammed for some reason, and then a heavy blow from behind made her faint.
It feels really bad to wake up after fainting, the pain in my back is still there.
My head is still dizzy.
Cheng Qianxun woke up and found that he was in an empty room with nothing.
In this small space of three meters by three meters, the walls, floor, and ceiling are all made of special soft materials.
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The gorgeous skirt on her body was taken off, and she was only wearing a small tank top and a pair of sports shorts.
What are you doing?
Are you afraid that she will seek death?
She does want to die.
What are you doing living?
He sat up and leaned against the wall.
Sitting blankly.
Thinking of Julian's kindness to her, her mind was full of the tragic death of Julian.
This bullet was shot by her, and she watched Julian's head explode like a watermelon in front of him, leaving no body intact.
She wanted to die, really wanted to die.
But how can we die now without swords or guns?
The walls here are as soft as the backs of sofas.
You can't die even if you hit a wall.
All the fabric on his body was not enough to wrap a hanging rope around his neck.
She couldn't do it and die naked.
Just sitting like this, I don't know how long it took, but a small opening opened under a wall.
A plate of food was pushed in, and then the small mouth was sealed again.
On a tray was a bowl of batter, very thin but enough to replenish the carbohydrates her body needed.
She still sat there, staring blankly at the plate, and closed her eyes when she was tired.
I don’t know how long it took, but the small opening was opened again, the plate was put back, and the small opening was closed.
After sitting there for who knows how long, she lay down on her side and fell asleep.
When the small mouth opened again, a tray was pushed in, with still a bowl of batter on it.
She slowly crawled over and sat next to the small mouth, looking down at the bowl of batter.
As expected, they were afraid of her death, even the utensils were made of soft plastic.
Even if they were knocked or broken, the break would not leave a gash on her body.
I was very hungry.
Although I didn't have any appetite, my stomach and intestines still moved involuntarily and made a slight sound when I looked at the batter.
She didn't touch the bowl of batter, just waited patiently, leaning against the wall and waiting patiently.
After a long time, the small mouth opened again.
When the other person stretched out his hand, she gently pressed the other person's thick hand.
This startled the other party, and he suddenly retracted his hand, almost knocking over the batter, and the small door was left open.
"Excuse me," she asked to the open door, "when will I die?"
The voice echoed slightly in the room.
After a long time, there was no sound outside.
So she pushed the tray with the batter bowl out.
Since she was here to collect the bowls, she might not know what the superiors planned to do with her, so why bother others.
The tray was taken away and the small door was closed again.
It seemed like she was the only one left in the whole world again.
She just sat like this, sitting blankly.
Although things from the past came to mind from time to time, she tried not to think about them.
Thinking about them would only make herself more miserable.
Julian's handsome face faced her, his eyes full of tenderness: "Qianxun, do you love me?"
The dark brown eyes moved slightly: "What if I want your life?"
She answered without thinking: "Here you go, take it."
Julian's gentle and long kiss was accompanied by his whisper: "Qianxun, you don't have nothing, you still have me."
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"Qianxun, you are the first woman I have truly fallen in love with...I really love you..."
Those affectionate words were like needles, piercing her heart hard, causing her heart to twitch and twitch again and again, making her unable to breathe in pain.
Here, no one punished her in any way, but she was in pain and just wanted to die, as soon as possible.
The small door opened again, and a large piece of fragrant steak was pushed in.
There was also a man who shouted in a somewhat rough voice: "Eat it, you are lucky to survive.
Mr.
Julian had an order before his death, and he will not kill you."
Before her death, Cheng Qianxun finally burst into tears.
She hugged her knees with her hands, buried her head, and cried bitterly.
The steak was taken away without moving, and she leaned against the wall.
The tears on her face dried and fell again.
She hadn't shed tears for a long time, and once she shed tears, she couldn't stop them.
She no longer wiped it, nor did she hold it in any longer.
If she wanted to bleed, let it flow.
When the flow was over, it would be over.
There are no lights, no windows, and the vents above the head constantly send fresh air at a constant temperature.
Unless you are over 1.9 meters tall, you cannot reach the vent even if you jump.
The only sound here is the slight sound of air blowing from the vent.
She had no idea of how long she had been here.
The small door was opened a few times.
It seemed that she didn’t want her to die.
Steak with juice; macaroni and cream soup topped with thick tomato sauce; even butter-baked lobster. was sent in.
But she took it back intact without touching it.
Is this hell?
There is no burning magma, no Satan, no devil.
Everything is so quiet, so quiet.
She finally stopped crying.
She also felt very thirsty.
Her water content seemed to have been reduced by half, and her head felt dizzy.
I haven’t eaten or drank, so it’s natural that this will happen.
With her body, it would take about three or four days without food or water to survive.
Stretching out her hand and touching the black feather pendant around her neck, she whispered softly to herself: "Can I see you again after I die?"
The door opened again, and a plate with honey-smeared bread and a plastic cup of milk was pushed in.
The man who had spoken once finally spoke again: "Have you had enough trouble?
Do you know how you are treated?
In another place, if you don't plug your ears with your hands at night, cockroaches will lay eggs in your ears.
Not only do you have to fight with Rats and cockroaches grab food, and rats will chew on your feet when they are very hungry.”
But there is a wall there, and all she needs to do is hit her head against it.
What she wants is not good treatment, but death.
Feeling that she was unresponsive, the man finally softened his voice and tried to influence her: "You haven't eaten or drank for three days.
If you go down anymore, you will starve to death.
You are still young.
Maybe after a while, the higher ups will let you go."
It’s hard to say.
This thing is soft.
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You eat it first.
Tell me what you want to eat.
I’ll bring it next time.”
It's not impossible.
Julian said he wouldn't kill her before he died, and she posed no threat to the new appointee.
She would just be thrown into the mine somewhere.
But she didn't want to live.
If she wanted to eat, she wanted arsenic and sleeping pills; pesticides would also work.
But she was speechless, her whole body was lazy and she had no strength at all.
When no news was received, the small door was closed again, leaving food behind.
After a while, if you don’t eat it, it will still be taken away.
Can I die?
Why was it so hard to live before but so hard to die now?
Sneijder and the others have no control over it.
Whether the robot is destroyed or not is also their business.
If they want to survive, they will find a way.
She was really too tired.
Even if the undead would undergo painful calcination in purgatory after death, until it disappeared into ashes, there would still be time.
Once the burning was over, it would be over.
I just want to die, to die.
If I don’t die now, I will face endless pain and suffering in the future.
I don’t want to go on like this, Julian, will his undead wait for her in the underworld?
Wait for me, I'll come right away. . .
Cheng Qianxun's vision went dark, and his body tilted uncontrollably, falling next to a plate of bread coated with thick honey and a glass of snow-white, fragrant milk
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