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I stared at Shen Ke nervously, hoping to get some clues from his eyes, as long as I can see Zhao, I don't care about being tricked by him.

Shenk laughed wantonly, pushed away the two non-commissioned officers leaning against the front of the billiard table, grabbed a corner of the billiard table cover and pulled it off forcefully. "Look, sir, your baby is here."

My eyes went dark and my body swayed. Fortunately, someone helped me in time.

"Watch out, sir."

It's Walter.I never wanted to show weakness in front of him, but now I don’t care about it, I force myself to open my eyes and see everything in front of me: Zhao lying on his back on the billiard table, completely naked, his hands and feet tied with ropes on the four legs of the stand.The rope was tied tightly. He must have struggled a lot. It could be clearly seen that the skin on his wrists and ankles had been frayed, bloody and bloody, and even the rope was red.

A hand with big knuckles and no flesh, but with many veins and yellow hairs grabbed Zhao's ankle, and then an evil, ferocious face with a lewd smile came into view.

"Look, what a babe! What beautiful legs! What beautiful muscles! What beautiful skin!"

The big hand went all the way up the inner side of the leg, leaving a trace of blood from deep to light.

more blood...

"Lieutenant, I didn't expect that you have such a hobby, and you actually like a little bit of wildness. I want to be clean. Every time I ask Carl to shave very cleanly, without a little root, otherwise, when I see black, I will It will be uncomfortable."

What's wrong?what happened?Zhao's face was blue and purple, and his face was distorted. If I didn't know it in advance, I could hardly recognize him.The twitching of the limbs was gone, and neither was the breathing.I grabbed his hand, the rope on his hand had been untied, I ignored the blood and flesh on my wrist, pressed hard, groped, but there was no pulse!what happened?impossible!I press to the side of the neck, no?How can it be?Still a little?I close my eyes and try to focus on my fingers.forget it!Forget about it, at least for the time being!Otherwise you will go crazy!I'm crazy, but I have to force myself to be sober.The important thing now is Zhao, Zhao needs me, what happened to him?What did they do to him?

I saw!I got it too!I can't believe my eyes, my hands!Can't believe there are people like this in the world!Can't believe people like me can do such a thing!If that's not cruelty, then I really don't know what is!If this is not called evil, then there is no evil in the world!I'm really going crazy!I'm going to gouge out my own eyes, I don't want to see this scene again!I want to eat people, that's the only way to vent my resentment!

Zhao's face was distorted, because his jaw joint was dislocated, his mouth was half-open, and he couldn't close it, and his lower jaw protruded forward, which looked strange.This didn't make that beautiful face ugly, Zhao wouldn't be ugly, it was just a little weird.Cheeks, eye sockets, foreheads, necks, and chests, and even more in half-open mouths, sticky, fishy-smelling, translucent milky-white liquid, they are actually for fun, to enjoy the thrill of conquest, They forced Zhao to open his mouth, but when he couldn't achieve his goal, he used his hands to force Zhao's jaw out of its socket.His lips were broken, his gums were bleeding, and Zhao couldn't close his mouth, speak, or swallow.Saliva, blood, and those dirty, humiliating, and disgusting things gathered in his mouth, clogging his throat, Zhao couldn't breathe.The twitching of his body was a struggle, telling me it was the only thing he could do in his last conscious moments.

Sorry Zhao, am I late?

With trembling hands, I took out the medicine from my pocket, poured it out and stuffed it into my mouth.Fortunately, one was stuffed in, and the rest were spilled.I gritted my teeth and wiped my face vigorously, shaking off all the tears and sweat.

"Give me a knife!" I yelled.Only yelling can overwhelm the noise in the room.

Almost at the same time, a fruit knife was delivered to me.

The corner of the eye swept away, is it Carl? !

"Is this okay?"

"Row!"

I pulled the Montblanc gold pen from the left breast pocket, unscrewed the cap, unscrewed the clip screw and clip on the cap, and bit the straw-shaped cap in my mouth.He took off his shirt, rolled it up, and placed it under Zhao's neck, letting his head tilt back as much as possible.

Put his left hand on Zhao's neck, touch the thyroid cartilage, and cut open the skin under the cartilage with a fruit knife.Blood came out, I didn't wipe it, I didn't care, and there was nothing available.Insert the index finger of the left hand into the bloody incision, touch the third and fourth cartilage rings of the trachea, hold the pen cap in the right hand, stab it hard between the two cartilage rings, and insert the pen cap into the airway.

And no gas comes out, check, the position is right.The trachea must be clogged with dirt.When Zhao was struggling, the dirt was sucked into the trachea.Without even thinking about it, I immediately leaned down and put my mouth on the pen cap.Probably because of the inhalation too hard, coupled with the strong smell of blood, the aspiration was choked into my trachea.Laryngeal reflex, it is necessary to cough out.This is not going to work, I held it back so hard that my face was flushed and tears came out, I turned my head to one side and spit out the aspirated substance before I coughed fiercely a few times.Running out of time, impossible to wait for my breath to stabilize, I put my mouth on the pen cap again.

No matter how bad the aspirate smells, it’s disgusting to think about, my stomach churns, my throat convulses again and again, I don’t have time to take care of these things, hurry up, I’m racing against time, I want to get Zhao back.I don't have time to spit out the dirt sucked out, not to mention, every time I spit out, it may cause my own reflex vomiting.I forced myself to relax, like sucking water through a straw, sucking while swallowing, swallowing the sucked dirt directly into my stomach.In this way, after a while, the dirt in the trachea was basically sucked clean.As the last mouthful of filth was sucked out, there was a slight sound of air flow in Zhao's chest.I quickly spit out my mouth, rinsed my mouth with the water Carl handed me, and then gave him artificial respiration and cardiopulmonary resuscitation through the pen cap inserted into Zhao’s trachea...