The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

He deliberately used the word man, and as expected, Gong Qiu's body froze and seemed a little loose. While no one was paying attention, Zheng Quzhi continued to whisper: "We can work together to rescue everyone, and then call the police to seal up this ghost place!"

"Your impulse like this will only do bad things. Have you forgotten the girl who was implicated by you yesterday? If you go up to stop it, it will only increase the punishment on the 98th!"

After speaking the last sentence, he let go of Gong Qiu. What has been said is so obvious, if Gong Qiu doesn't understand it anymore, it is really no brainer.

After observing Gong Qiu for a while, Zheng Quzhi felt relieved when he saw that he was stiff and motionless.

It took more than half an hour before the torture was over. During this time, two more boys were taken to the stage and punished publicly. After half an hour, breakfast was distributed.

Breakfast is white steamed buns, one per person. For the newcomer who hadn’t eaten anything for a day yesterday, the steamed buns that Peng would never touch have turned into delicacies, and they ate a clean one after two or three bites.

Zheng Quzhi didn't eat it. Thinking of the bad food Yang Wanli ate, he felt sick and nauseous, not to mention eating dried buns.

Putting the steamed buns into Gong Qiu who has already settled a steamed bun, he said coldly: "I'm not hungry, you eat it quickly, don't waste it."

Gong Qiu took a deep look at Zheng Quzhi, took the steamed bun and put it into his mouth without any hypocritical excuses.

After seeing Gong Qiu being so honest, Zheng Quzhi felt much more comfortable, and Gong Qiu's cooperation was much easier. When he turned around, he saw the little boy squatting pitifully and staring at him, wanting to get closer but not daring to get closer.

Zheng Quzhi's eyelids twitched, and he remembered that he kicked someone.

"Hey!" Taking advantage of the free time, he walked over and asked uncomfortably, "What's your name?"

The boy stood up, opened his mouth and was about to speak, Zheng Quzhi interrupted him quickly: "Forget it! I'll call you a boy!"

He looked like an animal cub, soft and not a man at all. However, he looked younger than Zheng Quzhi. He was thirteen years old and his facial features were very delicate, and he looked like a girl.

He didn't want to know the name of this little bastard. After he knew the name, he became more concerned. Most of the people here are dead, and he doesn't want to waste too much affection.

The boy pursed his lips. He didn't seem to like the name. He hesitated for a while before he said, "You can call my number."

Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi glanced at his number and nodded: "Okay, I'll call you two hundred."

Two hundred came in last, and the reason for coming in is unknown. Zheng Quzhi really couldn't understand what a person who seemed so timid and well-behaved could do so that his parents sent in so cruelly.

After eating breakfast, Zheng Quzhi and Gong Qiu were driven to leapfrog. The square was so big that he almost killed Zheng Quzhi's life after three laps. He couldn't stand up straight, and his legs kept shaking.

Gong Qiu knows no better than Zheng Qu, and he has been tortured in the past two days. Now his face is exhausted, without the madness of yesterday.

"Hurry up!" The people who supervised them behind them kept urging, and when they saw them walking slowly, they reached out and pushed.

Two people were taken to a farm.

The farm is full of fruit trees and some vegetables. There are no children squatting on the ground to pull grass and loosen the soil. Zheng Quzhi saw the little fat man and two hundred people crowded in the corner with sharp eyes, all squatting on the ground to pull the weeds, how pitiful they looked.

"Your area is over there. If you didn't complete the task this morning, you don't need to eat today!" the man said viciously.

Zheng Quzhi's legs were still trembling, and when he was hesitant to know where to go, he saw Erbai Chao beckoning: "Brother, here!"

As soon as the voice fell, the person supervising next to him gave him a whip.

Zheng Quzhi raised his eyebrows and walked towards him. After squatting down beside him, Zheng Quzhi lowered his voice and asked, "Is our task to pull weeds?"

"There are also catching insects, loosening the soil and watering." Two hundred turned his mind this time, learning from Zheng Quzhi and lowered his voice.

Zheng Quzhi impatiently held the tip of his tongue against his cheek, lowered his head and glanced at the two-hundred side. Seeing that he had slender fingers and distinct joints at a young age, he couldn't help but tsk.

Is this kid's hand a bit familiar?

When I was frowning and recalling where I had seen such a pair of hands, my back suddenly hurt.

"What are you stupid? Work quickly!" The man cursed harshly.

Zheng Quzhi quickly burst into sweat on his forehead. The whip was probably dipped in chili water, and hitting his body hurt more than any previous hit. The skin was torn at the place where he was hit, and the wound was covered with chili water, as if it was about to burn.

He didn't dare to speak any more now, and quickly grabbed the grass honestly. At the same time, he glanced at two hundred, that little boy didn't cry or scream just now?

This glance stunned Zheng Quzhi. Although the boy did not cry, he was not far from crying. Those eyes were wet, and they looked like they were about to cry and resist.

Withdrawing his gaze, Zheng Quzhi lowered his head and pulled the weeds in depression.

The **** is this the so-called training camp? Feeding children with ramen and chili water, whipping and electric shocking children... all these are hurting children? Even if you go out from here, those children will have psychological shadows, right?

Also, Gong Qiu was already dead when he found himself, and he had not yet come out of the precepts. Does that mean that he died in the precepts?

This sacred place will die soon.

Zheng Quzhi felt a chill in his heart, and regretted that he didn't read the books that Wei Yan gave when he was outside. He didn't understand whether the people in this illusion were all dead, or some were still alive.

If they were all dead, it would be a sensational big news, right? In other words, some died outside in a natural way?

The more I think about it, the more doubts it becomes.

***

Until twelve noon, the work was not finished yet. Hungry and tired, the sun above his head is still so venomous. A few girls were already crying with fear, for fear that the punishment in the morning meeting would fall on them.

Those supervising people didn't seem to have any intention of letting them stop for dinner. Several teams of people had finished their prescribed tasks, so they washed their hands and went to line up for dinner.

There was a scream in a quiet place, and everyone's stomach sang the empty city plan. Zheng Quzhi was a little bit lucky, but fortunately, he came in from the soul and would not feel hungry.

"Uncle, when can we eat?" someone couldn't help but speak.

Snapped!

"You want to eat if you haven't finished work?! Shut up! Hurry up! There are still afternoon tasks in the afternoon, and I will work the whole night before finishing it!" The man roared fiercely, and threw a whip on the man's face.