God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

The chat between Zhao Qing and the instructor at the door lasted less than a minute.

The light behind the door was a little dim, with an inexplicable coldness, as if the entire wall inside was covered in black paint like a door.

He Ziyun was a little irritable. He suppressed his inner restlessness, calmed himself down and continued to pretend.

Zhao Qing finally stopped talking to the instructor at the door. He turned around and pulled He Ziyun, pushed him into the door, and nodded to the instructor who was about to leave.

"Then you go first, I have to work overtime to teach our "new students" the rules. "

Zhao Qing was obviously in a very good mood now. He hummed and waved to the instructor who was about to leave, and looked at the young man who was dragged into the door with a smile.

"Okay," the instructor nodded.

It seemed that it was because of his child that he suddenly felt a little worthless pity. Looking at the young man's beautiful face, his throat rolled.

"Better be gentle, the 'new student' looks quite thin. "

the instructor said.

Zhao Qing was happy, he laughed and nodded, "Of course, of course, I like obedient children. As long as he is obedient, of course I will be gentler."

The last three words Zhao Qing said were extremely ambiguous.

The instructor didn't say anything else. He nodded, turned around and left.

The instructor who was going home to celebrate his son's birthday also passed by the dormitory door.

The middle-aged man was coughing and smoking. His eyes were yellow and cloudy due to staying up late and smoking for a long time. He stopped the instructor who was about to go out.

"Going home?"

The instructor paused and nodded.

The middle-aged man finished smoking the cigarette in his hand again. He blinked and said, "Why don't you go home to celebrate your child's birthday?"

Instructor: "Yes, almost fifteen years old."

Middle-aged man: "You're fifteen years old, about the same age as the kids in Fengze—"

"so what?"

The instructor interrupted him, his eyes calm and sarcastic, even more mocking.

"Are we different?"

They also took the money from Fengze College and turned a blind eye to these students being abused, humiliated and beaten, but they were just the same people.

After the instructor said this, he turned around and walked out of the dormitory building, striding out of the school.

Behind him, the middle-aged man blinked slowly, lowered his head and took out another cigarette.

"Crack!"

When the lighter was turned on, a faint blue and red flame came out, lighting a new cigarette butt.

"Yeah," the middle-aged man squinted and took a puff of cigarette.

"it's the same."

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After the instructor at the door left.

Zhao Qing also retracted his slightly exaggerated smile. He looked down at the pale young man next to him, pulled his arm and walked inside, pushing the door shut.

"Click".

The door locks automatically.

The wall behind the door was similar to what I guessed. It was a jet-black color covered with ground black paint. It looked so depressing that it made people feel sick and sick to their stomach.

But it's not the big room that was intuitive from the beginning. Instead, it's a narrow corridor that can only accommodate two people walking at the same time.

As soon as he came in, the smell of corruption by the door was even stronger.

He Ziyun's thick eyelashes trembled, and finally he retched unbearably.

Zhao Qing grabbed He Ziyun's arm. He looked back at the retching young man and smiled.

"Does this make you want to vomit?" Zhao Qing hummed, "Then you won't be able to control yourself when you go in later?"

He Ziyun covered his mouth and coughed. His arm that was not grabbed was supported on the wall. He shook his head and nodded again, but did not refute Zhao Qing's obviously insulting words.

Zhao Qing was even happier.

Xu knew that He Ziyun couldn't go anywhere at the moment, so he released his hold on the other person's arm, raised his chin, and motioned for the young man to go from the front.

He Ziyun held onto the wall with some difficulty, and there was some sticky liquid between his fingertips, which looked like sweat stains and blood, with an extremely unpleasant and disgusting smell.

He lowered his head, followed Zhao Qing's instructions and walked to the front, walking towards the deepest part step by step.

He Ziyun didn't hear any sound from the moment he entered the room. At first, he thought it was because there was no one in the room.

As we walked deeper and deeper, the walls that were originally painted with black paint gradually turned into something that felt like a sponge pad. It was soft to the touch and should be able to achieve sound insulation effect.

After walking for almost two minutes, He Ziyun heard a sound not far away.

... There were screams, laughter and crying.

All in all, it is a noisy and chaotic sound of various voices mixed together. When people listen to it, their heart starts to beat violently.

"Are you scared?"

Zhao Qing stepped forward like a lunatic, trying to stir up the young man's fearful nerves with words.

"..." When the other party came closer to him, He Ziyun subconsciously wanted to give him a knife, but he held it back.

"Fear."

He Ziyun lowered his head, his voice a little hoarse.

Zhao Qing was satisfied.

He continued to hum, and the low humming sound would bounce back after being transmitted to the surrounding sponge cushions, causing a very strange feeling to the ears.

As the two of them got closer, the sounds not far away became louder and louder.

They were approaching the depths of the room.

[So what is the punishment? 】

[Isn’t it just about beating people or something like that? Is there anything more terrifying? 】

[It should be gone. After all, the parents of the students paid money to come here. It is estimated that the college does not dare to really kill the students, so does it have to pay for the losses? 】

[Also, it is estimated that the psychological suppression will be more severe. Alas, I feel that it will be more similar to mental control collapse]

【I think so】

【…】

He Ziyun stopped.

He has arrived at the real "punishment room".

The young man is surrounded by walls wrapped in black sponge pads. There are iron gates every four or five meters on the walls. Some iron gates are tightly closed, and some are half-covered. There is a There were cries and screams, as well as the instructor's laughter.

This place is more like some kind of remote prison than the school's "punishment room."

"Want to take a look?"

Zhao Qing is very happy to destroy the young man's nerves, although in his opinion, the young man's sanity is probably not much left.

He Ziyun shook his head "sluggishly" and lowered his head. His delicate and elegant face was a little dull at the moment, like a beautiful puppet that had lost its soul.

Although they knew that the young man was pretending, the audience was still inevitably a little distressed.

[Ooooooo, my wife looks so pitiful like this]

[Yes, even though I know it’s fake, I still feel so uncomfortable when I look at it]

【…】

"Let's take a look."

Zhao Qing smiled and took the young man's arm, pulling him to the nearest iron gate to look inside.

"Although I can't bear to do this to you now, you will be more obedient after seeing it, right?"

Zhao Qing said with a smile.