Cheng Qianxun put the dinner plate with the empty packaging bag aside and continued to sleep on the bed.
After drifting off to sleep, in the middle of the night, someone suddenly woke her up with a loud scream.
She finally fell asleep, but she fell asleep.
She sat up suddenly angrily and yelled: "What do you call someone in the middle of the night?
It's so annoying."
Sneijder, who was next door, shouted: "Is he dreaming?
Someone is next to him.
Wake him up."
It turned out to be a dream, and her anger plummeted.
Although none of them are friendly here, the people who can be killed are different, and the psychological burden will cause them to have nightmares at night.
The corpses all over the ground were enough for this guy.
I lay down again, and it took a long time to fall asleep again. . .
When did I start killing the first person, when did I climb the stairs, everything seemed very far away, but it was like yesterday.
After this level, you can become a four-winged angel, but do you really want to be an angel?
Those people trembled and prayed before they died.
It was probably the most pious prayer in their lives.
In fact, the heaven is not really useless, at least it can bring hope to mankind.
You can get some comfort in the most difficult, dangerous, and frightening times.
She couldn't help but smile when she thought of telling her children how kind and lovely the angels in heaven were.
Even if it's sanctimonious, it's still better than seeing the weird Satan after death. . .
After thinking about it, I fell asleep again.
It continued to be closed the next day, and breakfast and lunch were stuffed in through the slot under the iron door.
After eating, I thought of something, picked up the blanket on the bed, and covered myself.
He walked to the toilet and pretended to sit on the toilet using a blanket as a cover.
She is no longer an ordinary person, she is like a brave animal.
Just eat without pooping.
If you don’t want to be seen through, you’d better show off.
He heard the sound of her pulling water, and soon, the sound of toilet flushing came from the rooms of her teammates on the left and right.
Since noon, people have been chatting, humming, and trying to make some noise.
Humans are social animals, and they are kept alone.
When the time is short, it is quiet, but when the time is long, you will feel lonely.
Sometimes loneliness feels like being abandoned by the world, in this dark little room.
That horrible feeling that you might not be able to get out even if you die.
The two people in Group 1 have been chatting for a long time, covering various topics, just talking to get rid of this feeling.
Finally feeling a little bored, one of them shouted: "Hey.
Next door.
Group 2, are you really from the bottom?"
I heard Rudolf scold: "You don't care what you are talking about, I don't have time.
I don't mind having a dry mouth."
There is nothing to say, and the more he talks, the more exposed he becomes.
The two of them finally got tired of talking and everything became calm again.
Cheng Qianxun either lay down or sat on the bed.
He had been in confinement like this before.
At that time, she thought she was going to kill Julian.
She didn't eat or drink and just wanted to die. . .
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Wait until you come to your senses.
His fingers touched the pendant again.
A long black feather slowly fell down, and she caught it with her hand, and she held it stupidly to give it back to Pluto. . .
Many, many things happened, some of which were quickly forgotten.
How many people died along the way, their names and appearances gradually faded away.
Some things are so clear and vivid.
There was movement at the door again, and dinner was delivered.
She ordered one portion from breakfast and kept lying down.
She ate too much and couldn't digest it.
She felt bloated.
If she had two portions, it would reach her throat.
Really irritable, she shouted: "What should I do if I can't sleep?"
Gordon shouted, "Do push-ups" and judging by the change in his voice, he was probably doing them.
Reger said: "Do sit-ups to train your abdominal muscles."
Sneijder said: "I'm practicing boxing."
Everyone is using exercise to burn off excess energy.
Rudolf said leisurely: "Count sheep.
If you count to a thousand, you will fall asleep."
After thinking about counting sheep or exercising, she got up.
Reger's voice came from the side: "Cheng, what are you doing?"
"Dance" she danced casually, stepping on the ground loudly, panting slightly: "I can't do push-ups, this is good, let's dance."
"Yes, dance, let's all dance together."
All the teammates danced.
The last group also jumped: "I can't sleep anyway, so jump, jump."
"Oh, oh, oh" suddenly became very lively, everyone danced and hummed at the same time, making all kinds of strange sounds.
Neither of them can see each other, so they can stretch out as much as they want.
I danced until I was covered in sweat and couldn't dance anymore.
I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes and went to sleep.
"Bang, bang, bang" the doors opened one by one, and the light from outside shone in.
Cheng Qianxun was woken up and heard someone shouting outside: "Everyone inside, come out."
She slowly climbed up and walked outside the door, blinking her sleepy eyes a few times.
Everyone else came out, some even putting on their sweatshirts in the rush.
"Stand at attention and turn right."
They actually started practicing: "Walk in unison."
Cheng Qianxun ignored the command and just walked with the team.
No matter how well she walked, her posture was still not as good as others, especially those from a major.
There was another room for each person.
Cheng Qianxun walked into the room.
Just like last time, a chair was placed in the middle, but this time you could see a table and chairs in front of the chair and two people sitting there.
They are all wearing black regular army uniforms.
Different from ordinary soldiers, these two people should be in the leadership, so their clothes are also different.
They wear black cocked hats, which look deep and majestic.
Their epaulettes all have stars.
There were several rows of colorful small square signs on the chest, which should represent professional titles, military ranks, merits, etc., but she couldn't understand them either.
"Please sit down."
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His attitude was lukewarm, and he spoke at a calm pace.
She sat down and the other person drew a few pictures on the table.
There should be a computer board on the table: "Your grades are very good.
Notes in brackets.
With the help of others."
It's really rigorous, and this is clearly stated.
The person raised his head and looked at her: "Your evaluation is often surprising.
Yesterday's final test.
I also learned the lesson."
"Oh."
She responded lightly.
These people, who tend to have sharp eyes and calm minds, were all staring at her.
It's like he can see through her.
After a while, seeing her still sitting like a log, the man asked: "What is your purpose of joining the regular army?"
She turned her head slightly and looked at the other person: "Everyone wants to join, right?
For me, there is no lofty and great goal, as long as I eat well, wear well, and don't have to live at the bottom."
"If your life is satisfied and you are not allowed to join the regular army, would you be willing?"
the other party asked again.
She asked: "Is a free lunch such a good thing?"
Of course there is no such thing as a free lunch.
If you want to live a good life, you must either rely on the senior staff or meet the requirements for this meal.
This is not psychological counseling, it is a psychological test.
Of course the other party will continue to ask questions.
Keep asking until you are satisfied: "Then the enemy will give you a better life.
You will also join the enemy."
She shook her head: "Are they worthy of my trust?"
The answer is of course no, neither of them will believe it.
A dog that betrays its master, no matter how ferocious it is, is still a white-eyed wolf that cannot be kept by the family.
The other party came back to this issue again: "What if they want you to betray them on condition of your life?"
"Then agree to betray."
She seemed to be unscrupulous, and she almost made the other party gasp.
Then she slowly explained: "They say it is not easy to train a regular army.
You want the elites to die gloriously on the enemy's side and become martyrs. .
It’s better to save your life first and pretend to be submissive, then you can escape and bring more secrets from the enemy.”
The other party seemed to agree.
Then he asked: "What if your own people don't believe you when you come back?
You won't be understood by others and will be considered a traitor..."
"Let time prove everything."
She laughed easily: "As long as you have food and drink, wait for the mission slowly.
As a person who successfully escaped from the enemy, he has to risk his life to come back.
People, they should belong to heroes.
Shouldn't we vigorously publicize it to let the enemy know that the people here can never be used by them?"
The two people sitting behind the table looked at each other, and the other person asked, "Would you like to smoke?"
"No.
But can I have some chocolate?
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I have it in my pocket."
She took out the chocolate from yesterday.
After getting permission, she slowly opened the wrapping paper.
She had plenty of time anyway, so there was no need to rush.
"Do you just want to be an ordinary soldier?"
This depends on what her ideals are, or ambitions.
She lowered her head and opened the crumpled chocolate foil wrapper little by little.
This kind of paper is very brittle and will tear when you pull it, but she doesn't want to tear it apart and wants to maintain its integrity: "It's good to be here, do your job well."
Just save your life and wait for retirement, that’s it.”
The other party looked at the chocolate and asked: "Why did you do this yesterday?
It's like acting.
You are not afraid of others saying you are hypocritical."
"Who are they?
People who have gone to heaven?"
She stopped and looked at the chocolates that had been exposed.
Only two pieces in a row were left.
Break off a piece and stuff it into your mouth.
The chocolate tastes very good, with a rich milky aroma.
It's obviously made from cocoa butter, not a cocoa butter substitute.
"Why, can you give me an explanation?"
She chewed the chocolate in her mouth and said, "Well, it tastes very good.
It's the last piece.
You can either" raised her hand and gave it to them sincerely.
Of course they don’t want the leftovers eaten by the dead yesterday: “No, thank you.”
Putting the last piece of chocolate into his mouth, he carefully spread out the chocolate foil little by little: "Except for one idiot who went crazy, everyone else cooperated very well, didn't they?"
The children lined up and waited one by one.
Being shot, there was no screaming and noisy escape.
Compared to group 1, it was indeed much quieter.
"Are you trying to get them to cooperate?"
the other party asked tentatively.
"Of course it's more than that.
If you cooperate, you will be less dangerous, and there are other things."
If she doesn't do it, others will naturally do it, and her life is not guaranteed.
There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth, and she looked at these people with cold eyes, as if she was watching them walk into the same place yesterday: "Everyone may die, and be taken to a certain place like them, facing Hold the gun.
Since death is inevitable, at least let them die with some dignity.
"Sometimes killing is also a kind of kindness.
There was silence for a moment, both sides looked at each other quietly.
Finally one of them said: "Thank you for your cooperation, you can go."
She stood up, spread out the chocolate paper in her hand and placed it on the chair.
At this time, the silver foil looked so dazzling.
Without looking at the two people who might decide her fate, she left the room.
After going out, he was escorted directly back to the original small room.
She lay on the bed, not knowing whether what she had just done was correct, and she also understood that it was a bit willful.
But facing the massacre, she didn't have the ability to take it calmly.
This is simply another underworld, and sometimes there is no right or wrong.
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Otherwise, if those children were so young, they would kill them all if they did anything wrong, leaving no grass roots behind.
In the underworld, Satan has the final say; so who has the final say here?
The world is really ruined, but where will humanity go if it is ruined?
If this ladder-like society collapses, the poverty and suffering that the people at the bottom have suffered for a long time will explode.
Any kind of system will have its good and cruel sides; there is darkness in bright places, and there are also beautiful things in dark places.
Suddenly she realized something, sat up, and said softly: "Whether it's Pluto or an angel, it's not easy."
After saying that, she shook her head and laughed, and finally smiled at the sky.
Although she saw The ceiling is only dim, but it seems to be looking at the angels in heaven smiling.
Yes, Pluto wants to maintain darkness because it is a psychological burden for sinners, for fear of being punished after death, just like she kills people while also thinking that others will feel better; while heaven needs to maintain light, and must still be kind in the face of original sins. . .
It's really hard to get between the two.
As time goes by, even gods will go crazy.
She stopped laughing, lay down again, and closed her eyes. . .
Well, long live understanding.
Maybe that's why he took her to heaven and continued climbing the stairs.
Use reality to make her understand, and she finally had some understanding.
This realization was really painful, what a painful realization.
The others were also brought back one by one.
People in the first group asked each other about the situation, and the teammates also asked if they were there.
If they knew they were there, they would not ask any more questions.
It was already very late.
I went to ask questions around eleven o'clock.
It must be one or two o'clock now.
A difficult night has passed, and no one knows what they will face tomorrow.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The iron doors opened one by one.
"Gather, everyone gather" someone shouted outside.
After everyone arrived, they started to roll their names, and then said: "Go and have breakfast first.
After eating, go back to your dormitory and wait for new orders."
Everyone lined up in a row and followed the person in front of them on the narrow passage.
"Is it over?"
someone from the previous group asked.
"Hard to say."
The latter one replied.
Reger's mischievous attitude came back: "I remember a place here."
"Where?"
Gordon asked deliberately.
Reger said in the tone of telling a horror story: "In World War II, I entered the concentration camp and said I wanted to take a shower, but... maybe
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