There are devils in this world, and they have different carriers.

Before the catastrophe, some countries allowed Hacao and did not classify grass leaves as 'that category', but in fact human self-control is as easy to break like hair.

Haha, you will want to try more advanced goods. Gradually, nothing will not satisfy you. This devil will slowly empty your body and disperse your wealth. In order to continue to fill your desire for nothing, he will continue to take risks and hurt more people.

Killing, robbing, cheating, and the most vicious things in the world can be easily done at this time.

And, you watch what you do, knowing that everything is wrong, but you can't control yourself.

This is a path to death, without exception.

Song Beichuan locked these addicts into prison. In the dim room, there was only a faint oil lamp.

The room was small, and it was even full of people at this time. Everyone's face was worried because they knew that this was not a small matter. Nowadays, people even had a problem with eating. It took Song Beichuan too long to gather these people together, and how long did it take to get this short peace.

"How long have you sucked?" Cong Mingyao broke the strange tranquility and asked first.

"It started before the catastrophe, and I got addicted to it again."

Song Beichuan looked at these people and felt a sense of sadness. How many materials can be made in this world have died from this disaster from the very beginning. They were lucky enough to not become zombies, but they did not know how to cherish them at all and continued to harm their bodies.

Yuan Cheng looked at them with his eyes straight and said angrily: "I hope you guys will become zombies!"

Those people just lowered their heads, and they knew they were wrong, but they could no longer control their bodies.

Zhang Shouren was sitting in pain at this time. After all, he screened these survivors one by one. He could not escape the blame for such a thing.

Song Beichuan paced around the room and said, "Where did these things come from?"

“Made it yourself.”

"Can the hell do this?" the fat man asked.

The one who led the lead nodded and said, "I'm telling the truth. I really did it, it's just some ordinary chemistry knowledge."

Song Beichuan couldn't help but shake his head. As the saying goes, you are not afraid of hooligans fighting, but you are afraid of hooligans being educated. These people will learn the good ones if they don't learn the bad ones.

"How did you make this thing? I'm good at chemistry. If you want to make this thing, you must have a big odor. It's impossible not to be discovered!"

He nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and said, "Yes, so after I came here, I never made it again. This is just a little surplus grain. I plan to stop after I have eaten it. It is true. Believe me, I will never dare to do it again."

After hearing this, Zhang Shouren couldn't help but feel relieved. If these things were done here, with Song Beichuan's personality, he would be 100% punished, and a charge of poor supervision would be taken to you.

Cong Mingyao asked: "Do you still give this 'thing' to others? Are there any other addicts in the base area?"

The man carefully clasped his nails with his hands together and said, "No more, only a few of us eat these things."

Seeing that what he said was not like a lie, Song Beichuan said, "I have never seen anyone successfully quit this thing. For it, there are only zero and countless times. I know you will never stop!"

He lowered his head, knowing in his heart that what he said was right.

Song Beichuan said to Zhang Shouren: "Lao Zhang, what should I do if you think about this matter?"

He felt his throat tighten, clear his throat, and said, "We must punish severely and warn the people."

"Just shoot them up with one shot. These people are just a bunch of people! You can do anything but defeat them!" The fat man's hot temper rushed up instantly and cursed loudly.

When these addicts heard this, they were so scared that they beg for mercy, even without dignity. They knelt at Song Beichuan's feet and kowtowed with a loud bang.

Song Beichuan said coldly: "Kill you and waste my bullets."

Choi Seung-young walked out. Although she participated late, she brought two or three hundred people into the group, and her speech still had a certain effect. Moreover, the people brought by South Korea are not stable yet. Although she was temporarily transferred to a position that was not painful, if she really made a fuss, Song Beichuan would really not be able to solve her.

She said in a bad Chinese: "I have a good idea. We can't kill these people with guns."

These people were secretly happy and finally left their lives, but the next sentence made them fall into the ice cave, so it would be better to kill themselves directly.

"Not only wasting bullets, it was difficult to deal with. I remember a torture. When people were hung up and cut their heels, blood would slowly flow out of the wound. As fast as a few hours, as slow as a day, you can die. In this way, you only need to put a basin under your feet to hold their blood. The scene would not be cruel and it would be convenient to pack up."

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but take a breath. Unexpectedly, the old lady's trick was so vicious, and it could even be said to be inhumane. Everyone had a cold face and did not express their opinions.

Song Beichuan said slowly, "Okay, just do what you said."

Cong Mingyao hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him and said, "We should be united at this time. If we treat them in this way, the impact on the people's hearts will be immeasurable!"

Song Beichuan pondered for a moment and said from his mouth: "When we use heavy dictionaries in troubled times, we must use the most harsh punishment when we fight these addicts. There is no need to say anything more, I have made a decision."

He didn't know how effective this punishment would be, but his hatred for D was from the heart, which included both historical problems and what he had seen with his own eyes.

The fat man had a cold face and tied up the few people without saying a word. Their bodies were weak and they had no strength to resist. They tied their hands behind them, and had a big sign hanging around their necks, and came to a clearing in the community.

This open space was obviously planned to be a park or something, but now it is overgrown with weeds and has become a wasteland.

Assembled all the residents here, Song Beichuan stood on the stage and said, "Don't panic, we have never had public punishment here, but do you know why today?"

The people below looked at each other, looking at me and I look at you, I don’t know what mistakes these people have made, which made Song Beichuan so angry.

"These people make D and suck D. You may think that this thing would not be so mobilized! But I want to tell you that there was something in history called opium, and the Qing Dynasty also felt that nothing was wrong. The people sucked it. Opening some tobacco shops can increase taxes for themselves, killing two birds with one stone.

But what was the result? The Qing Dynasty was destroyed. Let’s not say whether the demise of the Qing Dynasty had an inevitable connection with opium. But this thing makes many men in our nation and our land be scolded as the sick husbands of East Asia!

Times are constantly developing, but human nature has not changed at all. These things will continue to spread and evolve like viruses. Nowadays, there are many varieties, complex types, and various ways to absorb them!

However, I can be sure of one thing. The harm brought by this kind of thing is eternal, and the destruction is not just one person, but a group of people, and thousands of families!

So I must not let those of us who have worked hard to survive, and give this devil a chance to invade!

I hope that everyone present can stay away from this kind of thing, not be curious, not be lucky, and be a clean and upright person."

Song Beichuan said this with great righteousness. No wonder he used to be a volunteer at a drug rehabilitation center and heard the old employees discuss this group. It is said that some people could not bear the pain of rehabilitation. They inserted their chopsticks into their throats, and blood splattered everywhere, and blood foam rose and fell along their breath.

Song Beichuan thought about that scene just by thinking about it, and he could turn a living person into this.

However, just as he finished saying this, there was applause coming from below, first scattered, then burst into pieces, which continued for a long time.

Song Beichuan was stunned. They thought that there would be so many people supporting him in the following people. They thought that their public torture would definitely be regarded as a cruel person and would make them afraid of themselves.

Not only did they not, but they all expressed supportive attitudes, which made Song Beichuan very happy, but did it also prove that human nature is cruel and violent?

Song Beichuan personally punished the punishment. He first hung these people on wooden stakes, took off their shoes, and exposed his ankles.

They had their mouths blocked, their eyes wide and frightened, and they kept whining, and some of them were even filled with tears.

But Song Beichuan was not soft-hearted. Just like when dealing with wounds bitten by poisonous snakes, he must have the determination to cut off his arm. If these addicts are not solved at this time, one day in the future, they will induce other good people to be infected with this kind of thing, that is truly cruel!

Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, cutting the arteries on their ankles with a sharp blade, and blood sprayed out from their ankle wounds little by little.

This scene is indeed cruel. When Song Beichuan started cutting the first person, his heart became soft. He had killed people, but he had never tortured anyone. If it was in a peaceful and prosperous era, he would consider locking up these people so that they could have a chance to quit their addiction.

But it doesn't work now. There are no such abundant conditions, so I can only choose a more decisive approach.

The fat man had the best relationship with him. Seeing that Song Beichuan's expression showed slight pain, he walked over and comforted him, "Leave the remaining few people to me."

When Song Beichuan saw the fat man's big face, he suddenly felt a little cute. Having such a friend is an extremely happy thing.

The fat man took the knife, but the expression on his face did not change. On the battlefield, he had long been indifferent to life and death. His body and intestines and brains were blown all over the floor. Compared with those innocent men who died in battle, they deserved it.

The knife in his hand shook a few times, quickly cutting their ankles, and blood splattered everywhere.

Their feet kept twitching in the air, but less than a minute later, they calmed down and waited for death calmly.

Song Beichuan sighed. He had thought about the birth of such a thing as D.P. Maybe it was the Creator who used it to punish some greedy and stupid humans.

At this time, Song Beichuan looked at the people below the stage, some were afraid, and some were covering their eyes but they didn't dare to look.

At this time, a beautiful figure appeared in his sight, for the girl to look carefully, especially like a female star. Looking at the prisoner on the stage, she made a sympathetic expression.

When it dispersed afterwards, Song Beichuan found her.

"Are you Choi Soo-ri from Korea?"

Because Song Beichuan ordered these Korean prisoners to learn Chinese forcibly, although this girl was not very skilled, she could also answer a few sentences.

"Yes, I am."

"It's really amazing. I could only see you on TV before, but I didn't expect to see a real person this time." Song Beichuan said with an excited look on his face.

Because of her different identities, she does not wear makeup on her face, but she is a celebrity. Even without makeup, she is very beautiful and charming. Her delicate face has no wrinkles, which is extremely delicate, as if she can pinch water.

"I hope you will take care of you now." She nodded very politely.

Looking at her cute appearance, Song Beichuan suddenly recalled the failed relationship in Yuancheng, South Korea, and thought to himself: "Why didn't this girl introduce her to Yuancheng? He is also a big boss. Her husband is talented and her daughter is beautiful. If we get together, this big city must thank him well."

He did it as soon as he said, and immediately said to her: "That's right, can you have a meal together tonight, but it's either alone or because you are my idol, so I want you to have dinner with us."

She was a little scared, and the subtle expression on her face did not escape Song Beichuan's eyes.

He hurriedly explained: "No, it's just for a meal. A few people mean that there are men and women. It's not what you think, just treat it as a party of friends!"

She then showed a relieved expression and nodded with a smile.
Chapter completed!