The car washer shook his head, and as he moved, he felt that his head was going to explode!
He vaguely recalled what happened before he fell into coma. At that time, he was dressed and ready to go to work. The moment he opened the door, two teenagers hit him on the head with a stick, slightly above his ears. Next, there was endless darkness, and time seemed to be shortened. When he opened his eyes again, he was already here.
This was a room with broken tiles on the walls. The temperature was a little low, which made him feel cold. All his clothes were stripped off and he was tied to a table. He struggled hard. The person responsible for binding him must have done his job very well. The ropes on his limbs didn't even move. He bared his teeth and shouted, but no one came after calling for a while.
I don't know if it was because he was awake, but he felt colder and colder. The hairs on his body stood on end, and his body was trembling slightly because of the cold.
"Damn it, who is teasing me? My boss is Mad Dog Wesen, you will definitely pay the price for your actions!"
"Okay, I was wrong. I have realized my own stupidity. Please, please put some clothes on me or give me a quilt!"
…
No matter what he said, shouted, cried or roared, no one disturbed the solitude of the room. Just when the car washer was almost in despair, thinking that he might freeze to death here, he heard the sound of metal scraping, which was the sound of the door opening, and the sound of several different footsteps. At this moment, he became more energetic. He licked his chapped lips, trembled, and yelled feebly, "Damn it, come and save me. You can do whatever you want, but don't leave me alone." Is it okay here?”
He tilted his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from. Several young men wearing rubber jumpsuits walked in. This kind of rubber jumpsuits were mostly favored by butchers. Whether it is blood or various organ fluids sprayed out when the internal organs of animals are cut open, they can be washed cleanly with just a basin of water.
There were five young people in front of him, and the guy in the lead looked a bit honest. He walked to the counter and glanced at the car washer who couldn't even struggle, and asked: "Your mother is from Guarte. ?"
Some people say that at a critical moment, people can burst out with unimaginable power. In fact, another situation will happen at such a time, and that is that people's thinking ability will be improved.
The car washer had an idea and realized that these people were all Guartes. He nodded vigorously and tried his best to look extremely honest and reliable, "Yes, you are right, my mother is Guartes." I'm a Guarte, too. Hey, man, we're all our own people, can you give me a piece of clothing?"
The young man asked again: "Didn't your mother tell you what the consequences would be for betraying one of the Guart people?"
The car washer was a little confused, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, "I didn't betray anyone. I swear, I'm just a car washer. I'm a small person. Even if I want to betray someone, I have to be qualified to know those big people first." That’s it!”
"That's right!" The young man nodded and took two steps back. "You should listen to your mother more often. In Guart's tradition, betrayers must be punished by the gods. Since you If you admit that you are a Guarte, then you will also have to bear the punishment of being a Guarte, and let the gods and the previous kings judge your guilt or innocence!" After saying this, he retreated to the wall. No more talking, the other four people gathered around.
One of them stuffed a large piece of cloth into the car washer's mouth, and a salty smell instantly filled his mouth. Not only that, he also felt a strange rancid smell, but why was this smell so bad? Familiar
The next second, before his brain could gather the important information and send it to his body, a sharp pain tore through his inner defense.
These people are skinning him!
"Damn it, stop... Please, did I make a mistake?" The car washer cursed and wailed, but the teenagers didn't seem to hear them at all. The shining silver knives in their hands were extremely sharp. He could see with his own eyes that his skin was separated from the fat membrane bit by bit. The strange thing was that there was not a lot of blood flowing out. He prayed that he would survive, but at the same time he prayed that he would return to the arms of God quickly.
In endless fear, he fainted.
When he woke up again, he was already hanging on a bronze statue of a general in a park not far from where he lived.
In less than an hour, the sky gradually became brighter, and people doing morning exercises also walked out of their homes. This park was obviously a very suitable place for morning exercises. The police arrived soon after the first screams pierced the tranquility of the park.
Looking at the skinned and dying red monster with an indistinguishable appearance, Plando felt a vein on his forehead. He just looked at it for a few times and then turned around. It was so disgusting that even an old policeman like him had the desire to vomit. He waved to two very ugly young policemen to come over and said, "Go put that guy down and send him to the hospital for resuscitation. If he survives, ask him if he remembers who did it." "
"What if... we are not rescued?" A young police officer couldn't help but ask.
This is the gap in experience, and of course it can also be seen as the accumulation of experience. Prondo rolled his eyes, "If you can't save it, are you still going to take a body back to the police station? You idiot, of course you will throw it to the hospital, they will turn it into a popsicle and burn it!"
After giving the instructions, Prondeau left the scene and got into his car. After sitting in silence for a moment, he directed the driver, "Go to the Eastern Star, on that damn Queen's Road!"
There is no doubt that this is Dulin's handiwork. Before his rise, no one would use such a criminal law to treat the Guarts. Only after his rise did this damn criminal law reappear in the city. No matter who this guy betrayed, it must be related to Du Lin.
To be honest, Prondo didn't want to care about these troublesome things, because he knew very well that even if he knew that Dulin did it, he would not be able to arrest Dulin and put him in jail. There are many people in the hometown association and his Eastern Star, and even on the streets, who are willing to take the blame for him. Among the Guart people in Tener City, Dulin's reputation is rising at an unimaginable speed. Channeling is even more authoritative than Heidler.
People trusted him, and he reciprocated the trust of the Guart people. He helped many families no longer suffer from poverty, allowed many people to have clothes to wear, food to eat, and a decent life. Life. Maybe their decency is just the poor moaning for the truly decent gentlemen in this city, but he did it, he changed, and people trusted him.
The police car quickly stopped outside the door of Eastern Star. Dulin, who was standing on the second floor, watched Prondo get out of the police car. He shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile to Dufo, trouble is coming.
Yes, trouble is coming.
Prondo pushed the door in with a straight face and sat on the chair opposite Dulin. There was a table between them, as if they were separated by a world.
"You shouldn't be so flamboyant, at least at this moment, you shouldn't be so flamboyant!" Plando complained as soon as he opened his mouth, "I tried to suppress you last time and the last time, but you're like this If you continue to cause trouble, there will come a time when I can no longer help you. You have to understand that although I am the chief of the regional police department, I can't do as much as you think."
Du Lin slowly took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer and threw one in. Dufo immediately took out a lighter and moved closer to Prondeau. Plando glanced at Dufo and then at Dulin for a while before lighting his cigarette.
"Listen to me, if you still want to engage in lynching, go to the suburbs. No one will care about you there, but not in the city. I don't want to make the matter a big deal." He exhaled a puff of smoke. Plando originally wanted to He used harsher rhetoric to scold Du Lin, but for some reason he subconsciously chose a relatively mild rhetoric. He didn't understand why, but he felt like he should do it.
Prondo was actually right. It was impossible for him to cover up all the horrific lynchings at every turn, and he also believed that the big shots must have known about these things. Once or twice the big shots could keep their composure, but if it happened too many times, someone would definitely have an opinion. But at the same time, both he and Du Lin knew that Du Lin was now considered a member of the old party, and at the same time he had just left a deep impression on the council members and the mayor. Even if he went a little too far, in this "honeymoon period" the big shots I won't argue with him, as long as he does his essential job well - make enough donations.
Dulin nodded, "I understand, I will pay attention."
Plando was even more surprised now. When did Dulin, the little devil, become so easy to talk to? He didn't know what Du Lin was up to, so he chose to remain silent in the face of Du Lin's answer, because if he didn't speak, at least he wouldn't be led into a trap.
"Look, people are so weird. They know that their actions will bring them trouble, but in the face of interests, they always choose the wrong choice short-sightedly."
"Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you. Someone will turn themselves in and plead guilty to this matter, and no one will get into trouble for it. Trust me!"
The brief conversation did not reassure Prondo. He always felt that Dulin must be planning something, and this was just part of the plan.
(End of chapter)