2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Under the leadership of the prison guards, everyone quickly arrived at an open space.

The dry and solid yellow soil is dotted with yellow or gray-green weeds, and further ahead is the high wall of the prison.

"Is it... a shooting?" Yue Xiao's face turned pale.

He originally thought that the so-called close-up view of an execution was to sit in a room with a piece of glass in the middle, and inside was an electric chair or a bed with restraints.

The blindfolded prisoner would sit on a chair or lie on a bed, waiting for the prison guard to turn on the motor switch or inject poison.

And they were sitting in the observation room, watching the figure slowly stop struggling.

However, the current scene was obviously different from his imagination.

"Is there still a method of execution like shooting?" Zhang Xiaotian's already fair face was completely drained of color at this time. He was completely opposite to his cheerful appearance in the morning.

His question was answered by several bailiffs with loaded weapons and three figures wearing gray-blue prison uniforms.

The three prisoners were brought to the students and stood in a row.

On their heads, they all wear a shiny blue semi-circle, which is an ability-suppressing device.

"Take a good look at them. Next, you will witness their execution with your own eyes." The middle-aged prison guard said with a cold tone and an expressionless face.

Standing on the left is a fat man wearing glasses who looks to be in his thirties. The weather has turned cooler now, but his forehead is still covered with fine beads of sweat. He seemed to be clenching his teeth, and the fat on his cheeks was trembling slightly.

Standing on the right side was a middle-aged man with a thin stature and a gloomy face. He looked at the students in front of him with cold eyes, and there was even a hint of a smile on his lips. He stood very casually, making small movements constantly, and the handcuffs and anklets kept rubbing together and making noises.

Standing in the middle is an old man with gray hair and beard. He looks to be in his late seventies, but his body is still strong. Under the thin gray-blue prison uniform, the bulging muscle lines are obvious, like an old lion.

Among the three, he looked the calmest, as if he had completely accepted his fate.

After waiting for about half a minute, the middle-aged prison guard announced: "The execution will begin."

"Ah? Is this how it starts? Why don't you give us some basic information about them? What crimes have they committed?" Yue Xiao, whose face turned pale, blurted out.

However, no one paid him any attention. Two bailiffs stepped forward, grabbed the fat man's arm and dragged him forward.

"No! No! I don't want to die!" The fat man suddenly struggled violently, perhaps because of his potential before he died, and he actually broke free from the hands of the two tall policemen beside him.

He rolled back and crawled back, and then he knelt down in front of a group of students with a plop. The glasses hung crookedly on the fat face, looking extremely embarrassed: "Please, please, I don't want to die, I was just confused... I was just confused! I still have a mother at home, and another My daughter just started elementary school..."

As he said that, the fat man actually took out a crumpled photo from his pocket and hurriedly unfolded it. It showed a photo of a family of three.

Yu Shuyi stood closest to him and couldn't help but said: "There's no point in begging us."

They are just a group of college students, how can they have the ability to change the verdict?

And even if you have the ability, it doesn't mean you have to save him. Which criminal who has been sentenced to death has done something that is unforgivable and unforgivable?

No matter how pitiful the fat man is now with his nose full of tears, but who knows if his former victims also cried like this and begged him to spare their lives?

All the students present understood this truth, so except for Yu Shuyi who spoke a word, everyone else remained silent.

However, what was unexpected was that the fat man actually crawled on the ground with his knees, and while rushing forward, he shouted heartbreakingly: "No, you can save me, as long as you... uh uh uh... ....”

Before he could finish his words, the two bailiffs who caught up covered his mouth and dragged him away again.

But this time, the fat man seemed to have accepted his fate. He was dragged limply to the front and knelt on the ground.

"Prisoner He Chengwang, the death penalty will be executed." The cold voice of the middle-aged prison guard sounded.

A bailiff picked up a loaded rifle, aimed at the back of the prisoner's head, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

With the sound of a gunshot, the red and white mixture splashed, and the fat man's body shook and fell forward to the ground.

Many of the students watching the whole process from the back turned pale, suddenly thinking of the bowl of tofu bread at the end of lunch, and they couldn't help but make retching sounds, but fortunately, no one actually vomited it out.

Yan Muyun watched silently as the fat man's body was carried away, while the pair of glasses stained with blood and brains remained on the loess.

Perhaps it was because of the mutated parasitic ghost that had killed so many humans in the past that he had some immunity to such scenes, and his heart felt unexpectedly calm at this time.

Because there is evil in the world, the law must deter it through punishment to prevent evil from spreading like a flood. There is too much hypocrisy in humanism that ignores justice and shows excessive kindness. He couldn't stand it before, and he still won't accept it now.

No one has the right to forgive the perpetrator except the victim himself.

All we need to do is send the perpetrators to meet the victims.

When the body of the fat criminal was dragged down, Xu Wenzhe, who was wearing a casual suit and holding a black cat in his arms, carefully looked at the expressions of his students.

Di Haotian, Yue Xiao, Shi Shang, Zhang Xiaotian, and Peng Peng all looked a little pale, with unbearable looks in their eyes.

The expressions of Wu Bai, Yan Muyun, Lin Han, and Yu Shuyi did not change much, but their eyes were firm and there was no wavering in them.

Karl's expression was a little subtle, his eyes were lowered, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be raised but not raised, and it was difficult to tell what he was thinking in his heart.

As for Zhang Xiao and Ye Buyu, one was wearing a big hood and the other was wearing a mask, but their expressions were still unclear.

Currently, Xu Wenzhe is most satisfied with the performance of Wu Bai, Yan Muyun, Lin Han and Yu Shuyi, and secretly gives them high praise in his heart.

The executions continued.

The next one was the thin middle-aged man with a gloomy face. He stepped forward and knelt on the ground. The bailiff behind him opened fire, and his body fell to the ground and died.

Finally, there was the sturdy old man, who also knelt on his knees. The bailiff behind him opened fire and fell to the ground dead.

In just a few minutes, three lives disappeared from the world.

The middle-aged prison guard stood with his hands behind his back, with the blood-stained yellow earth behind him: "I told these three criminals before that if any of you call for a stop or intercede for them during the execution, then the death penalty of that criminal can be suspended. Two years to go. I'm glad none of you were stupid enough to give these disgusting guys a chance to survive."

After speaking, he nodded to Gao Cheng and Xu Wenzhe respectively, turned and left.

"Today's training program is over, you can go back." Gao Cheng's serious and hoarse voice sounded, but at this time it sounded like a fairy voice to the ears of the students.

However, his next words sent them back to the ice cellar: "The next time you come here, you will execute a death row prisoner with your own hands."

"What's the point of this!?" Peng Peng suddenly shouted, his voice a bit harsh in the deathly silent prison: "First we are allowed to watch the execution, and then we are asked to kill the prisoner with our own hands. What on earth does this mean? What’s the point!?”

"Meaning?" Gao Cheng, who had already walked away, stopped and turned around, looking at him with cold eyes: "The enemies you will face in the future will not ask such questions."

"At least...the damned here are in handcuffs and shackles, and your weakness won't get you killed."