Before the big star Wen Jue was tied up, Han Guangming took care of his clothing, food, housing, and transportation, and he lived so much that he had nothing to do with Wen Liang, Gong Jian, and everything. Five-star hotels that are not hand-picked are generally not accommodated. Usually, Ferrari transfers, mineral water baths, and thorny fish and bones are all meat that Han Guangming has to pick up on himself. Far to embarrass others.
Wen Jue loves to cry, a big boy is always in the camera with pear flowers and rain, and fans also praise him for being careful and sensitive. He has always felt that although the current life is made up of applause, flowers and the admiration of countless girls, but before he became famous, it was too hard. He worked part-time jobs, served dishes, and cut down three meals when he was at his worst. , I want to cry every time I start a meal.
He never thought that one day he would live a more miserable and miserable life than he was in the past, and he never thought that the world still had such a face, cruel, primitive, and wild.
The hundreds of people stuck in place and didn't move, as if they were waiting for an urgent order. I was afraid that the slave workers would have trouble if they got too strong, so they didn’t get enough to eat every day. Basically, they mixed some rice with rotten fish and stinky shrimp, and put them in a few large rusted iron cans. Everyone robbed them and ate them. You can only blame yourself for being cheap.
Naturally, Wen Jue's body couldn't grab a bite of food, and of course he couldn't swallow the sour and salty smell, but he couldn't hold back his hunger. He looked at Shen Liufei eagerly and called him softly, "Brother Shen. "
Shen Liufei threw a compressed biscuit to him.
"Brother..." Wen Jue wanted to be dissatisfied, and he also asked, "Can you drink it again? Milk is fine, but low-fat is even better."
He also thought about picking on the biscuits in his hand, and when he saw Shen Liufei's indifferent face, he held back.
He hurriedly opened the biscuits, the long-lost smell of wheat made him want to cry again, Wen Jue was about to take a big bite, and suddenly found that a young boy beside him was staring at him without blinking.
Everywhere is thin, with thin limbs, thin torso, thin face, obviously a good age of thirteen or fourteen years old, but like a happy old tree. He stared at the compressed biscuits in his hand, his eyes glowed with the light of Aomori, and he swallowed.
"I'm starving to death..." Wen Jue was staring at him uncomfortable, turned his back to eat biscuits, but always felt that the young man's eyes had been slashing behind him.
"Forget it, I'll share with you... I'll share..." Turning around, he broke off half of the biscuit, weighed the size of the two biscuits, and finally handed out the smaller one reluctantly.
While eating the rare rations, a car came from far away. A medical team in white coats got off the car and said that they would do a medical examination for the 100th slave workers here.
Everyone made up a number, and then began to collect blood. One of the slave laborers seized this golden opportunity and wanted to run, but the well-fed Ah Liang quickly caught up, waving the dried stingray in his hand and covering his head. Hit him in the face.
The thorns on the back were as hard as cones, and they plunged into the man's neck at once.
Blood gushed out, and the man stared wide-eyed, clutching his neck and falling to the ground.
A Liang is not moved by death. These people are like the mycosis that grows everywhere in the Golden Triangle, it doesn't matter if there is one more or one less. But Shen Liufei stepped forward immediately and performed first aid for the man who was gushing blood.
The opening was actually very small, and it didn't hurt the trachea, but in the end, it was a vital part of the neck, and it couldn't be delayed for a moment. Shen Liufei pulled a piece of rotten clothes on the opponent's body, raised the opponent's arm near the neck wound, and applied unilateral compression to stop the bleeding.
As soon as he moved the opponent's arm, the man who fell to the ground grabbed a handful of life-saving straws, stretched out a bloody hand towards Shen Liufei, and intermittently asked him for help in Burmese: "Save me... help me..."
Big brother... I am also Chinese... help me...
Under the desperate situation, the weak wounded and the splashing blood formed a strong sensory stimulation. The familiar scene made Shen Liufei stunned for a moment, and then a frame of old movie-like pictures flew in front of him—
He stood up for a woman in a bar, only to offend the drug dealer who came to the bar, who stabbed him in the neck with a broken wine bottle.
The drug dealers were scattered like birds and beasts. Police cars and ambulances roared and rescued a dying teenager with a punctured carotid artery into the car. Just one step away, he might die there.
Because he received timely and effective treatment from the very beginning, he finally survived by luck.
This night, he finally remembered the man who had saved his life.
After rescuing the injured man, Shen Liufei retreated and sat aside, looking down at the bracelet with a bullet hanging on his wrist.
When night falls on this barren mountain and Jedi, it is like a river of black water. The moon is round and big, and its brightness is amazing. Wen Jue had already experienced the blood, was escorted back to the iron cage and then leaned towards Shen Liufei, and asked curiously, "Why are you staring at this bracelet in a daze, your girlfriend gave it to you?"
Shen Liufei didn't say a word, and still stared at the chain. The blood on his fingers was almost dry. His fingers were slender and powerful. The dull red lined the slightly pale skin, which was particularly chilling and beautiful.
"Hey, Brother Shen? Brother Shen?"
Shen Liufei still didn't answer.
After a long time, Wen Jue saw the man's lips move, like a thin layer of frost, revealing a beautiful arc on this usually indifferent face.
Fingers and claws are accidentally left on the mud, and that long-buried imprint finally reappeared this night. The cycle of cause and effect in the world is unhappy, and the reunion between you and me is the most beautiful part of it.
Shen Liufei lowered his eyes, smiled, and said softly, it was you.
Xie Lanshan was not sure if anyone other than Jinya recognized him. If he wanted to get into that freak show club, he could only rely on makeup investigation. Han Guangming is in the entertainment industry after all, and he knows the makeup for film and television very well. He prepared a full set of equipment for Xie Lanshan, including a fake beard, and also carefully glued the upper and lower beards for him, which is very realistic and natural.
Her hair was deliberately curled, her head was tied in a bun, a pair of framed glasses was placed on the bridge of her tall nose, and she changed into a brand-name suit. Her temperament changed sharply. From head to toe, she exuded the charming taste of a gentle scum and a bad boy.
Xie Lanshan glanced right in front of the mirror, and used his thumb to lightly scrape the upper lip and lower jaw with his beard stuck together, and he was quite satisfied. When I turned around, I saw that Han Guangming was also putting on makeup, and was startled: "What are you doing with makeup?"
"I'm going too! I'm not at ease if I don't follow you." Han Guangming was hunched over, looking into the mirror and seriously gluing false eyelashes on his eyelids. So what happened. As he sorted it out, he said, "Besides, you can't get in without my money."
As soon as the voice fell, the eyelashes were also glued. Hanging down his arm that covered most of his face, Han Guangming suddenly turned his eyes back, blinked at Xie Lanshan and said with a choked voice, "Husband, do you look good?"
Suddenly, a bright and red face appeared in front of him, and Xie Lanshan almost choked to death by a breath of air. He immediately thought of "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai", which is as red as a pot, weird as a ghost, anyway, ugly and indescribable.
Han Guangming was born short, and he was so fat that he lost his male appearance. In fact, dressing like this is not a violation of harmony. The clothes of the two were bought now. In order to dress up as a woman, he deliberately changed into a long wine red velvet dress. The hair on his legs was thick and black, like bristles. The long skirt covered up these two thick legs, and wrapped his uneven fat tightly and tightly, just like a piece of Munich sausage.
Han Guangming's plan is for them to play a couple with special fetishes. After all, this freak show club can provide sexual services, and can even use various cruel methods to abuse the service providers. Those who are willing to spend a lot of money to buy this service are all rich perverts.
It was also a pity that he had money in his pocket. Money could be used to enlighten the mind, and it could also buy off the bodyguards in the club. In short, they managed to get in. In front of outsiders, the disguised "husband and wife" pretended to be intimate and kissed close to each other, looking like a rich and plump rich woman, spending a lot of money with her handsome and perverted husband to have fun.
After kissing on the left and poking on the right, Han Guangming suddenly pursed his lips, and went straight to Xie Lanshan's lips and bullied him. In order to avoid revealing the stuffing, Xie Lanshan couldn't push it, so he had to bite the bullet to meet him, and kissed him again mouth to mouth.
The waiter took a large tip, smiled and led the way, leading them to the secret private room.
Xie Lanshan was afraid of being found out that they were fake, so he could only smile all the time, and warned Han Guangming in a very low voice: "Kiss me again and I will kill you."
It was probably because he had released a certain instinct in his bones. Han Guangming was actually very happy. He held Xie Lanshan's arm all the way, twisted his waist, moved his hips, scratched his head, and said, "I'm so beautiful, don't you want to kiss me?"
Xie Lanshan's smile didn't change, his lips didn't move: "I want to die."
It was no different from the neon flashing outside the bar, the atmosphere was warm, the private room of the club was dimly lit, and a few strange red lights burst out from the unnoticed corners, as if they were cutting and twisting everything in this room.
The surrounding area was filled with the scent of marijuana and various exotic herbs. Xie Lanshan could hear low crying from the moment he stepped into the door of the club.
Han Guangming, who had always been in high spirits, was finally frightened. He held Xie Lanshan through the chaotic red light, turned his head, and saw a beam of red light projected on Xie Lanshan's face, just like his face. On the soaring on the injection of blood.
There are about 20 people who provide this special service, some of them are men and women, and there are more women. They all have beautiful faces and fresh carcasses, and they have suffered the daily ravages of fear to satisfy the darkest and most deformed desires in the world. Xie Lanshan saw a young woman bound by iron chains. She was half naked. The surface of the skin on her back had been extensively damaged by a strong acid, and it was covered with scales like snake skin.
The woman realized that someone was watching her, turned her head sharply, and bared her teeth at the other party.
Xie Lanshan found that her tongue had been artificially cut in two, and she was playing a beautiful snake.
There are bodyguards inside and outside the club, who should be Guan Nuoqin's subordinates. Xie Lanshan can't do his best, so he can only take the opportunity to act.
After picking and choosing for a while, I came to the conclusion that there is neither Tang Xiaomo nor Wen Jue here. Xie Lanshan pretended to be picky, thinking that these men and women were not agreeable, and asked the waiter here if they had brought some fresh goods recently.
The waiter looked embarrassed and shyly refused to tell the truth. Han Guangming promptly took a ring off his finger and slipped it into the other's hand. The diamonds on the ring were two carats.
The waiter is very knowledgeable, so he deliberately ignored the thick fingers that clearly indicated his male identity, and generously revealed that there were indeed new goods, but the new goods were sent to the mansion of the richest man, Zhong Zhuohai.
"Some Thai people are superstitious about this. He is about to undergo a very critical operation, so before the operation, someone needs to perform for him, or," the waiter smiled and said two words lightly, "sacrifice."