Zi... Zi... The TV set snowed and finally stabilized.
"Let it go! Don't smash it! Please... woo woo!" "Stop hitting... It's going to kill you! Please!" "I'm fighting with you!!"
On the screen, the entire Huangjia Tulou was in a mess, and hundreds of demolitions [81 Chinese website www.zwdu8.me] turned the place into chaos. Countless women were pulled out of the house by their hair, screaming and slammed against the wall. Immediately after that, someone rushed into the house, picked up the wardrobe, mirror, and dresser, and threw them downstairs.
The picture shakes a lot, it's not like a video recorder shot, but more like a DV shot, but this kind of shaky picture gives people an indescribable sense of reality.
Qin Ye watched this scene quietly. He saw an old man who was grabbed by the arm of several demolitions team, and threw his treasured photos and old-fashioned military uniforms downstairs one by one. The old man was at least seventy years old, roaring like a trapped beast, his hair stood on end, his red eyes looked into the room, watching his treasured memory fragments being ground into powder and burned into ashes.
"You must not die well... You must not die well!!" He cursed like crazy, and suddenly bit the man who was holding him. Next, the screen shook violently, and I could only vaguely see that the old man was kicked down, and the sound of scolding came one after another.
"You fucking looking for death?!" "Don't beat your head, what if you kill yourself?" "Give you money so you can't move! Are you fucking tired of living!?"
Punch after punch, he hit the old man who was curled up on the ground, holding his head and whimpering, tears streaming down his face. Hoarse cry: "Don't fight... don't fight..."
Qin Ye even saw Huang Xiaoqing, whose face was covered in blood, kowtow on the ground and begged. Then... The other party rushed into her house and took out an old-fashioned record player. Huang Xiaoqing rushed up screaming like crazy, but was slapped back. He leaned against the wall with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, desperately watching his beloved fall downstairs.
In the next second, a boy with scars on his face rushed out and beat with a wooden stick, even sweeping away the demolition team at the door.
"What kind of monster is this!" "Damn it! The face is rotten, is this a human!?" "This is this woman's child? Is this Nima too disgusting?" "Is it sick? This woman and The kids are fucking sick!"
"Mmmm!" The boy seemed to be speechless, waving the stick at random. However... but was immediately kicked in the chest. Huang Xiaoqing screamed and hugged the boy. With tears streaming down her face, she asked nervously, "Dear, how are you? Are you okay?"
However, no response.
The boy passed out, only to see his chest rise and fall slightly. Huang Xiaoqing was stunned for two seconds, jumped up like a lioness, and frantically grabbed at the person in front of her: "I fought with you!! You scumbags!!"
Qin Ye also saw... Right at the door, a middle-aged man was beaten with blood all over his face, his head pressed to the ground, and in front of him was a sheet of open paper.
"Sign it or not!!" He asked a question, followed by a punch and a muffled sound. Even if Qin Ye was across the screen, he felt a burning pain in his vest.
"Shame on your face, right?!" "Sign or not!!"
Boom... Boom!
Punch after punch, at this moment, the people in front of him suddenly separated. A figure walked over, accompanied by several leaders of the demolition team.
Qin Ye's eyes suddenly flashed, and he looked at each other carefully. The other party was wearing gray-black overalls from the 90s, with his hands on his back. The back was facing him, and he couldn't see who it was. The other person's face was not photographed on the passing screen, but... he was photographed on the other side's neck.
There is a mole on his neck!
And... Qin Ye felt very familiar with this back figure.
seen...
He must have seen this man!
Now is not the time to search for memories, the man said as he walked: "It hasn't been demolished yet, what's going on? This project is contracted by me, and half a million won't be enough for you to drive away these beggars?"
"Mr. Huang..." A demolition team leader next to him smiled and flattered: "The resistance is a little fierce, and there are a lot of aborigines... How about giving me two more days?"
The man didn't speak, and walked to the middle-aged man step by step, his voice suddenly smiled: "If the resistance is fierce, it needs violent suppression. Why don't I ask you to do it? Isn't it, Uncle Huang Desheng?"
This sound made Huang Desheng stunned for a while, raised his blood-stained face, and looked at the other side in a daze. Three seconds later, his whole body trembled, his eyes were blood red, he struggled desperately, and his mouth made a whimpering sound, like a furious lion, about to shred the opponent!
The next second, the man stepped on Huang Desheng's head and stomped him to the ground. After beckoning, someone immediately brought a loudspeaker and shouted to the upstairs: "The villagers of Huangjia Village, listen to me!"
"The demolition of the Huangjia Tulou was ordered by the government! This is a national policy, not if you say you don't sign it!"
"I gave you the relocation fee and still don't sign it. Can you afford to delay the national policy?"
"Within today, all move out. This is an ultimatum from the government."
"You fart!!!" Just after speaking, on the third floor, a man tried his best to stick his head out of the guardrail and scolded hoarsely: "Two thousand yuan... two thousand yuan to settle down!! This is what you did!? "
His words seemed to ignite a gun battle, and a woman whose hair was being pulled suddenly raised her head and looked at the man like a demon: "Two thousand yuan... Where do we live! How will we live in the future! You have to die!! You Not from our Huangjia Village!"
"You must not die!" "You must not die!!" "You heartless ghost!! If we hadn't accepted you back then, you would not have known which way you would have died!" "You are not human! You must not die!!"
Immediately, from all directions, the voices that are not good to die poured in like a tidal wave.
Qin Ye sighed faintly, he never knew that he was like a living dead... No, the Huang family villagers of the living dead can be so excited, so... like a human being.
he can understand...
For any Specter, obsession is his biggest component. For the villagers of Huangjia Village, the world is so big that there is no place for them. They don't want and don't want to be undead monsters, they don't even know why. However, they have instincts. Their instinct told them they couldn't leave.
This earth building is their prison and the last barrier to protect them.
These monsters, who are not tolerated by the world, can only hide behind this fragile fence, looking at the city outside, waiting for the reincarnation again and again.
But today, that person not only made them like this, but also dug their roots.
Leave them cornered!
The obsession is completely burned, and the brilliance of human nature blooms in an instant. Qin Ye looked around at the scenes of the forced demolition, and suddenly couldn't tell what was a ghost and what was a human being.
Ghosts are always ghosts, but people are not necessarily people.
Zira... The snow pattern flickered, but the picture didn't disappear. The man didn't even shake amidst the overwhelming scolding.
Qin Ye shook his head and smiled.
Yes... A person who has dissected his own son, daughter-in-law, and grandson... A person who can turn an entire village into a living dead person, would he care about this meager language power
This power can't kill people, and for people with conscience, it can make people sleepless at night. But for him...
What's the difference between the wind and the ear
"Continue." His voice did not fluctuate in the slightest: "Obstruct the demolition... Then increase the intensity. To understand the spirit of the central government, urban and rural reform is imperative."
"Mr. Huang..." The team leader hesitated for a while: "Is this... going too far?"
The man smiled and walked in front of Huang Desheng. Their eyes met. Huang Desheng trembled and cursed with all his strength, "Bu Wantian! You are not human!! You must die!!"
"Vocabulary is really poor." Bu Wantian beckoned, and everyone around him gathered around: "Do you still have the strength?"
"Yes..." The people from the demolition team look at me, I look at you, I don't know why.
"Come here, lift it up." Bu Wantian waved his hand, and the demolition team lifted Huang Desheng up. Bu Wantian walked to the railing and greeted, "Come here? What are you waiting for?"
"Come here, lift it up, hey... Yes, just lift it up like that."
The demolition team leader opened his mouth and looked at the scene in front of him. At this moment, even he felt cold.
This is the fourth floor.
Huang Desheng was carried by several people and lifted outside the railing.
He has always felt that he is cruel enough to be able to fight regardless of age, but now, he feels... that he is still too tender.
"Mr. Huang..." His breathing was rapid: "This, this is not good?"
"Shut up." Bu Wantian didn't turn his head back: "If something goes wrong, I'll take care of it. You can do what I say. Do you understand?"
"Yes… "
Of course nothing will happen...
Because, people here will never die!
"Bu Wantian..." Huang Desheng was held up in the air covered in blood, gnashing his teeth and looking at each other: "You must not die!! After you die, you will definitely go to eighteen levels of hell!! I will wait for you there!!"
Bu Wantian seemed to smile: "That place... we... can't go there."
"I'll ask you one last time, do you sign or not?"
"roll!!!"
As soon as the words fell, the hands of the demolition team trembled. With an unbelievable look, Huang Desheng fell directly from the fourth floor.
The leader took a breath and rushed up: "Are you crazy?! Are human lives a joke?!"
"It's not me!!" The people in the demolition team were also frightened, shaking their heads desperately, looking at Bu Wantian like a monster: "It was him... He moved our hand... He, he is so strong..."
Zilla... The TV screen trembled, the sound, the picture, and finally turned into a snow pattern, twitching desperately.
The room was quiet.
Qin Ye watched the TV quietly, and he somewhat understood why this person could be called heinous.
He did not harm the country or the people, nor did Dong Zhuo have such a "feat" that tens of thousands of people died in Luoyang.
But... On the distortion of human nature, on the purest "evil" in human nature, Bu Wantian has even surpassed the two Taoists!
The two Taoists weighed the pros and cons and made the most beneficial choice according to their ideas. But Bu Wantian is not.
What he did was the most essential "evil", the darkest side of human nature.
"You really... don't want to die..."