There are no guards in charge here, probably because the infrared rays are very safe, so it is easy to relax your vigilance.

Jing Jiaren stood beside the iron gate, leaning against the rocky wall, quietly looking in.

A pot was set up around a big bonfire in the cave. The water in the pot was contributed by these migrant workers, and all their drinking water for a day was poured into the pot.

As soon as 12 o'clock came, they lit the fire on time.

A small pyre was built from the gathered wood, and the fire was already ablaze.

And what about Gong Zihua?The hapless fellow had been stripped down to a pair of underpants hanging high above the pot.

Migrant workers in cloaks formed a circle around the bonfire, all looking up at Gong Zihua without exception.

Looking at the appearance of his thin skin and tender flesh, probably the water will flow out of his mouth.

Jing Jiaren mourned for Gong Zihua in her heart for a few seconds.

I don't know what's going on with Leng Lintian. Although he has attracted other migrant workers, if it's not certain that those migrant workers will come back for support?After all, these migrant workers are locked up in camps...

In the pot, gurgling, the water in the pot has begun to bubble.

A man who looked like a leader in a cloak stood beside the frame, turning the wheel with his hands, and Gong Zihua's rope was slowly stretched and descended.

……

Gong Zihua's skin is fair, but there are many bruises on her body.

Apparently he had been severely beaten once, his handsome face was swollen and high, especially the corners of his mouth were torn, blood and stains were stained, he must have been severely beaten.

At this time, he was already in a coma, was he knocked out?Or killed?

Jing Jiaren paid close attention for a while, and saw that he was hanging out of nowhere, with his eyes closed, completely drooping and making no sound.

Of course, these cloaked people wanted to kill Gong Zihua long ago, and their hatred for the upper class made them want to swallow him alive.But in order not to affect the meat quality of their food, the cloaked leader stopped them from continuing.

In addition, I was afraid that Gong Zihua would be beaten to death, and the cooking would not be so fresh——

Once a person dies, the blood will coagulate, and the meat will not taste delicious.

Of course, they also prefer to watch the picture of Gong Zihua cooking soup in the pot alive, and appreciate his tragic and painful death.

"Gulu, Guru Gulu Gulu..."

In the quiet concentration camp, there was only a loud sound from the pot, and the boiling water was boiling.

The leader of the cloaked people suddenly gestured with both hands, and made a sign of the cross on his chest, begging God for forgiveness.

"It's...almost...too much...it's time for the food to..."

The cloaked people by the campfire were all excited and made vague voices, probably because they hadn't spoken much for a long time, and their language skills had weakened. Their voices were unclear, and they were densely intertwined.

The cloaked leader took out a long iron rod from the bonfire, and the end he was holding was wrapped in cloth for heat insulation.

On the other side of the long iron is a flat mark, which has been hot red.

Jing Jiaren's eyes narrowed slightly, what did they want to do?

laugh--

Lifting the iron, he poked hard at Gong Zihua's thigh, a piece of burnt skin came out with smoke.

Looking at Gong Zihua who woke up from the pain, there was a burst of strange laughter in the migrant worker camp.

The laughter of these migrant workers sent a chill down Jing Jiaren's spine.Fortunately, Gong Zihua is still alive.

Immediately afterwards, Gong Zihua howled like a pig being killed.

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