Chapter 593

There was no sign or identity token. In the morning, the little boy was shouted by the old way and drove to a small town called Guanyin Mountain under the city.

Outside the car,

is a gate. The old factory's dormitory building has been renovated and a brand has been changed. It says: "Zhang's Chinese education research base".

On the left and right sides,

there is a pair of couplets:

the first couplet: ten thousand volumes of ancient and modern disappear forever

the second couplet: a window to send the fleeting year out of dusk

it's quite a shabby place, but it's a kind of feeling of the top card flower head in the CSW field to pick up and dress up.

ha ha ha ha,

no matter how elegant it is, it still can't get rid of a kind of atmosphere of doing things and faking 。

It's still early,

Lao Dao went to buy some baozi soymilk and sat in the car and ate it himself.

The little boy didn't eat. He just opened the window and said quietly:

"yesterday, you arrogated it."

"What? I don't know what to do with this word. "

The old man took a sip of soymilk and pretended not to understand.

"The boss doesn't want to meddle."

"It's no business. It's a matter of life."

"It's business." Said the little boy very seriously.

Lao Dao shook his head, thought about it, then smiled and said:

"so tell me, I'm so old, I've eaten..."

The old man choked,

because he suddenly thought,

the little boy in front of him,

is much older than himself!

Do you rely on the old to sell the old in front of him?

The little boy didn't care.

The old man bit his lips and continued:

"it's not easy for me to live such a big life."

The little boy nodded,

according to his understanding of the things before Lao Dao,

really thought so.

"It's not just saying that good deeds are done by virtue. Do you think that's what it is?"

Said,

Lao Dao took out a stack of Styx money and threw it away,

"this thing works, but it doesn't work. The boss just came back from hell this time and killed so many ghost errands in that club in Shanghai, tut tut."

"Just say it."

"Well, directly speaking, I feel a little insecure."

"Ha ha."

"You don't believe it, do you?"

The little boy didn't speak.

"Forget it, I'll be the virgin of poverty. Why? His boss is not the same. He wants to live a relaxed life, but he can't pretend to be stupid. He sent you out?"

The little boy opened the door and got out of the car.

Lao Dao hurried to get out of the car with him, and told him:

"as the boss said, no killing is allowed."

This order must be repeated. The old Taoist priest was worried that the blood of the training class would flow directly after the little boy went in.

The little boy nodded, turned around and walked to the wall.

"If you don't like it, it's ok if you don't kill or maim."

Lao Dao added a sentence.

The little boy shakes his head,

can't understand,

his view of right and wrong is different from the old way.

"Then you try to put my perspective into it?"

The old man suggested.

"Let's go together."

Said the little boy.

"No, no, I'm not going. I'm not going."

The old man waved,

dare not go.

The little boy stopped saying anything,

walked over,

jumped over the fence,

could not see it.

Lao Dao sat back in the car, picked up some cold steamed buns and continued to nibble them.

After several bites,

finally, the nose is a little bit sour,

"Ma bang,

can't help playing a game back,

mom and dad directly say they want to send you back for reconstruction,

you just take sleeping pills to commit suicide,

baby,

Why do you suffer?"

With that said,

the old way continued to chew hard on the bun, and

chewed hard.

…………

"Don't delay, my parents cry.

Do not be lazy.

When parents teach, they must listen respectfully.

Parents are responsible for this, and they must accept it. "

At eight o'clock,

the classroom is already full of books.The little boy's cultural quality is not low. After all, he has lived for so many years. He knows that what he recites here is "disciple rules".

Through the window,

students can be seen standing against the wall one by one,

only wearing thin clothes,

shivering at the same time,

reciting loudly at the same time.

By this time, it's winter in Tongcheng. It's cold and the streets are full of down jackets.

"High point!"

From a man's voice,

a man is wearing a robe,

it is estimated that Kong Yiji's style is the same,

a sneaker is under his feet,

a whip is in his hand,

wearing sunglasses,

if you want to be more different, you need to be more different.

"High point!"

"Higher!"

"With the back, shout hard, put in, don't feel cold, don't hear!"

Recitation began to increase.

The little boy was slightly sideways and didn't feel anything.

As he said before outside and Lao Dao,

his view of right and wrong is different from that of ordinary people, so he doesn't think there is anything wrong or special about what is happening in the classroom.

Keep going inside,

go up to the second floor,

there are fewer people here,

it seems that there are not many people in this training class, just three classrooms downstairs, and there may be more than 100 students.

In fact,

that's a lot,

here,

after all, it's not a serious school or a serious training class.

Moreover,

the tuition here is not low.

The little boy thought it was boring and uninteresting. He just subconsciously began to look for what the old man called "electric shock room".

It seems that

in that place,

is the crux of the problem.

The little boy found it,

but there was someone in it.

His body jumped up, the whole person pasted on the ceiling, looked inside through the window on the door.

The boss said that you can't kill people. The old saying is that if you don't like it, you can beat them.

He needs to think about who should be disabled.

The layout inside is empty, but there are many people.

Three men in long gowns,

and two young people, looking seventeen.

The two young people are being reprimanded,

a twinkle of eyes, secretly glancing at the electric chair in front of them from time to time, with fear in their hearts. In the sound of reprimand, they keep shouting "the truth is" I'm wrong "and" I'm wrong ".

On the other hand,

glances slightly,

I'm very hung,

I don't care about you.

The little boy suddenly thought of the boy he saw when he went back to the bookstore last night, the boy curled up in the corner shivering.

Suddenly,

in his mind, he began to make up for the boy's previous face hanging.

However,

the hanging man,

has not been treated well,

the boy who is afraid is caught by two long shirts,

sits directly on the shock chair.

The chair is locked again and has a belt. It is tied directly. It can struggle, but it can't be separated.

Next,

is a very boring scene.

Power on,

yelled,

and incontinence.

It's boring,

it's really boring,

at least,

it's like this in the eyes of little boys,

this kind of punishment,

it's hard to be on the table, and it's very small. He's seen more terrible punishment than this.

It seems that he was trying to make an example of others. The boy who was hanged before did not see the meaning of hanging at this time, and he turned to look frightened.

What are the three long shirts yelling at him?

seems to give him enough time to digest the "killed" effect of the chicken.

Later,

the boy who was hanging was also put on three long shirts and let him sit on the electric chair.

Boys began to struggle and abuse. There was still a large urine stain on the chair. At this time,

it was more smooth.

Then,

there was another scream,

one after another.

The little boy pursed his lips,In his heart,

still has nothing to do with it.

Of course,

neither of them died, and

it is impossible to kill here.

The three long shirts kicked a few feet at the two men who were shocked,

the two boys got up timidly,

almost knelt on the ground,

swearing and swearing,

first admit the mistake,

then guarantee,

in a word,

is still very boring.

The little boy thought that with this spare time, he might as well run to little Lori's house, watch her get up, watch her wash, watch her water the flowers and plants in his yard.

I yawned,

however,

since the boss asked him to come, he must have come to be a thug. He can't kill people, but can only be maimed.

So, who is the disabled?

How many people do you have to fight? Do you want to send them back?

"Teacher" in long gown?

Students?

Looking at the students' attitude of prostrate on the ground to admit their mistakes,

the little boy suddenly felt that he had no reason to go in and beat people.

"Teacher" words, the little boy felt that those penalties are not on the table, are not penalties, tickle just.

He was a little upset, he jumped down,

went down,

he felt that he had to shout the old way up,

let him tell himself who to hit,

which to hit,

he went again.

Finish early,

go home early.

The staff in the library, as long as they come in, are unconsciously infected with the culture of saltfish, especially in the face of work and tasks.

When he came to the first floor, he saw a group of middle-aged men and women pouring in from the gate.

Today,

is the day when the basic closed training class is open to the outside world. A large number of parents who send their children here to receive education and transformation appear here.

"Serve tea!"

Cried a man in a long gown.

At present,

dozens of students hold tea in their hands,

find their parents,

kneel directly in front of their parents,

hand over the tea respectfully,

and say solemnly: "the son (daughter) invites the mother (father) to drink tea."

Parents at the scene immediately picked up their children,

one by one,

sobbed with joy,

some began to thank the "teacher" again and again,

said words of gratitude,

without the teachers' instruction, their children really didn't know how to do well.

Some of them burst into tears,

it's very gratifying to see their children finally understand.

It's a touching scene of happy and filial piety.

Parents hold their children while laughing and wiping tears,

children are affected by emotions and begin to cry loudly.

However,

children and parents cry differently.

The little boy felt very noisy,

this group of disordered and silent crying,

made him feel very upset,

he was more upset than before when he listened to the crying during the electric shock,

he was more upset.

He frowned slightly,

looked at the group of middle-aged parents who were crying and laughing at the bottom,

raised his hand silently,

clenched his fist slightly,

it was noisy,

wanted to beat them all to pieces