Northern Myanmar, the hell on earth I experienced

"Are you all okay? Haven't you eaten?

Alang roared.

After that, the two teams seemed to use all their strength. As the sound of a body being torn apart was heard, the man's internal organs were violently torn in half and scattered on the ground.

And the two teams also suffered a huge fall.

By now the stands were getting redder and I was retching again.

When I wanted to lower my head, Brother Hao grabbed my hair, forcing me to raise my head and look at the blood on the stage.

"Give me a good look."

Afterwards, Alang ordered those people to step down and said to everyone:

"Everyone cooperated very well, yes, it's really good! But it's a pity that there is no winner. In this case, there will be no reward for rest, but the prizes promised to everyone before will be given to everyone. "

Alang said coquettishly.

Those who participated in the tug-of-war all seemed to have been tricked, but when they thought that there were prizes to be won, they no longer felt that there was anything wrong with it. However, it was not difficult to see from their disappointed expressions that they really wanted it. take a break.

In other words, there are really no good people here, and even if there are, there are really not many. Later, after I returned to China, I often saw interviews and reports of some people who had been rescued.

Those people confessed to the camera one by one and said that they had not done anything bad or deceived a Chinese person. They refused to do anything even if their hands and feet were cut off, so they could only shake their heads.

Of course, I cannot completely deny what they said. What I just want to say is that there are many ways to have your hands and feet cut off, such as being disobedient, making mistakes, failing to complete performance, etc.

Let me go on.

After Brother Hao let go of my head, he said to me:

"Do you think it looks good?"

I shook my head.

Brother Hao chuckled.

"Slowly you will like it."

"will not."

"Yes, you will be just like them in the end."

Brother Hao pointed to the people behind him.

And I still shook my head stubbornly.

"will not."

"How could it not be possible? The one who is close to vermillion is red and the one who is close to ink is black. This is a big dyeing vat. No matter how white or transparent you were before, it will eventually turn into the color I want."

I wanted to continue to refute, but I felt that such an argument was meaningless. On the contrary, if I angered Brother Hao again, he would definitely come up with more cruel ways to punish me.

Brother Hao saw that I didn't argue with him anymore, so he simply acted like a winner.

"Keep watching!"

After Brother Hao finished speaking, he said to A Lang:

"Alang, you've tortured everyone to death like this. It seems like you can't ask anything, right? And have these people earned enough money for the company to buy them in the first place?"

A Lang scratched his head unconsciously after hearing this.

"Brother Hao, sometimes there are just a few hard bones that are smelly and hard. You see, I have tortured them like this, but they are not willing to say a word. I really can't help it! There is also the cost issue. Don’t worry, it’s all paid back. Of course, I know you mean it won’t be worth anything after you die, but don’t worry, I’ve asked Dr. Song about these.”

"None of these people are successful in matching. If the matching is successful, I will perform a live performance for you tonight. That one is not more exciting than this one, and there is still money to get it, right?"

Brother Hao frowned.

"I don't care what you said. I'm a businessman and I care about profits."

"Brother Hao, I understand. Didn't I just tell you? If there is new income, you will know it when you look back, and we will ensure that these are not wasted."

Alang pointed at the corpse on the ground and said.

"No waste? Then tell me how to not waste?"

"Brother Hao, I recently met someone who does bone writing, so... you know."

Bones play.

"and then?"

Brother Hao continued to ask.

"What's more, Brother Hao, you can play with ox bones, donkey bones, sheep bones, etc., and using their bones to make artifacts is very expensive. The other party will give us this price for every bone."

As A Lang said, he stretched out his left hand to make a sign with the number 9.

"900?"

"What? It's 9000. And the other party has reached a long-term cooperative relationship with us. This is all the business we negotiated. You will have to give me a salary increase later!"

Brother Hao nodded.

"You have a heart."

"Of course, it's really thoughtful."

Later I learned that all the perverted punishments and businesses in the park were created by Alang. Although they were cruel and disgusting, they could bring revenue to the park, so Brother Hao naturally wouldn't do too much to stop them.

This is the reason why A Lang sometimes talks to Brother Hao about everything. In a sense, he has an irreplaceable presence in the park.

In the past, the common methods for disposing of corpses were to bury or throw them into the river, or to pour gasoline and burn them. However, these methods of Alang not only further squeezed the corpses, but also reduced the cost of disposing of the corpses. For the park, it serves multiple purposes.

After A Lang finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, then walked directly off the stage, pulled a white piece of accessories from his neck and handed it to Brother Hao.

"Brother Hao, this is made of bones. Look how beautiful it is! And it can be processed into various shapes. Do you want to make a piece of it too?"

Brother Hao looked disgusted.

"You'd better keep it for yourself!"

"That's okay!"

Alang also accepted it as soon as it was good.

"Brother Hao, sit back and continue to watch my performance. I will make sure you are in place tonight."

Afterwards, Alang walked to the stage again and said to the last man:

"If you don't want to end up like them, I'll give you a choice. Tell me, how did you escape?"

After hearing Alang ask this, my heart also lifted.

I was vaguely aware that if that person told me, I would definitely be implicated.

Fortunately, the man had a tough mouth and refused to say anything. He even spat in Alang's face.

"If you want to kill or cut into pieces, I won't tell you."

"Here you go, so hard? Then I'll let you taste my water torture."

After A Lang finished speaking, he waved his hand, and several thugs brought an iron chair, fixed it on the stand, and then raised the man up and tied him to it.

After it was tied up, A Lang took a large towel handed over by the thug and directly covered the man's face. In order to prevent the man's head from twisting, two thugs were specially asked to hold it down.

Then he poured a kettle on the man's face and covered it with a towel.

The man was also twisting his body as if he had been electrocuted, and kept wailing.

"If I give you another chance, will you tell me?"

After hearing Alang's words, my heart was hanging.