Chapter 220 (1/2)

”Click...”

”Bang!”

”Click...”

”Bang!”

At this moment,

Zhou Ze has forgotten that it's a dream;

and what happened in the dream may have been predestined 80 years ago.

Dream just tells you an ending, a process and a given fact. After all, who can change the future?

Looking on calmly according to the public values, what Zhou Ze is doing is meaningless at all. What kind of influence can he bring when he works hard and unremittingly in his dream?

Childish,

junior,

uninteresting,

even worse than a child who likes to squat in a corner and watch ants fight.

Boss Zhou doesn't think he is a good man all the time, because he is too tired to be a good man, and sometimes he is too aggrieved.

The teacher who can't take off his hat even after he died is the best proof.

Boss Zhou has always been a salty fish. He even ate his conscience when he was in a bad mood;

it's really good to savor that taste. When he has no conscience, he will go along with his heart.

Don't worry about things that shouldn't be cared about; don't worry about things that don't need to be cared about; don't worry about things that are troublesome.

Even if you are out in the flood, I just stay in the bookstore and continue to bask in my sun and drink my cat shit coffee.

But some words are like that, think of it as an idea,

just,

when you are locked here,

watch this scene happen in front of you,

watch the little girl watching your eyes before she dies,

watch her whole person being squeezed and stretched like toothpaste,

watch those still shaking One gut,

that scene,

what brings Zhou Ze is not nausea, nor fear,

hell has passed,

life and death have gone through,

What are you really afraid of?

But that kind of feeling,

that kind of depression,

is like a flood, and it's rolling down!

The numb prisoners in the cell,

snatch the shackles thrown by the guards with expectation,

the husband scrambles for them desperately, and entrusts his ”beautiful” hope to his wife and his unborn children.

A picture,

kept flashing in Zhou Ze's mind,

was like a slide show.

Zhou Ze's breathing began to slow down. His movements were also slow, but still powerful.

Every twitch is accompanied by the further blurring of blood and flesh at the wrist position.

that tingling feeling, that tearing feeling,

at this time, it seems so indifferent.

On the laboratory table,

lying pregnant women's corpses with twisted and blue tendons,

babies still struggling painfully in the palm of their hands,

mothers whose stomachs were cut open on five stretchers,

men and women who were forced to study the pedigree of crossbreeding with animals,

their hands were frozen for a long time, and they were smashed and fell off with a hammer For women with numb faces,

include mothers and daughters who are still lying in sealed containers at this time and have no time to clean up.

This onlooker can't stand by any longer,

before that share, he can deliberately give himself psychological consolation for something else, and at this time, it has completely lost its effect.

Anger,

depression,

grief,

turns into a roar in Zhou Ze's hoarse voice at this time!

”Ah!”

Zhou Ze screamed hysterically,

his arms began to twitch wildly,

he wanted to break away from all this,

he wanted to break away from the chain that locked his arms,

he wanted to rush past,

he wanted to tear the bastards in front of him who were dressed in white coats but were doing things like animals, pigs and dogs,

he wanted to devour them alive,

he wants to drink their blood,

he wants to eat their meat,

he wants to arrest their souls,

he doesn't give them the chance to go to hell,

he wants to torture them day and night,

he wants them to suffer endless pain!

You regard all these as playthings,

you regard this place as your own playground,

you regard living human life as ”the big road”, as peeled log,You think you are the master,

you think you are the devil walking on the earth,

you think you control everything, control life and death!

OK,

so I'm going to show you today what the real devil is like!

Climb out of hell,

walk back from the Yellow Spring Road,

float out of the netherworld pool,

I want you to see what real fear is,

I want to inflict you on other people's suffering and pain

Ten times,

one hundred times,

one thousand times,

ten thousand times,

back to you!

”Ah ah ah ah!!!!!!”

The roar continues,