Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 489 Give life a comparison

   Is it really okay?

   Being spurned by more than 2,900 prisoners, standing in this stinking pigsty, and being teased like a monkey by the soldiers of the Age of God, is it really okay?

  Qing Chen asked himself that he didn't have such a strong heart yet, but he had to learn to understand.

   Understand the hardships of this world.

  Understand the helplessness of the little people.

  When they were at Los Angeles Foreign Language School, many students felt that Qingchen was very miserable, and had to earn tuition fees and living expenses by themselves.

  But now that I think about it, what is that hardship compared to today?

  Even in Prison No. 18, before he became a knight, what he experienced was far less than one ten-thousandth of what he is today.

   It was Li Shutong who helped him to get out of the past sufferings, and now it is time for him to go.

Jindaiyun looked directly at the prisoners, satisfied that the prisoners finally succumbed to the temptation of food, he smiled and said to the soldiers of Jindai: "Let them move the stone for another hour, and give 2921 people 2900 strands of synthetic protein at night Great."

  He broke the contract. He agreed that he would no longer be a coolie today, and each person would have a protein bar, but he can modify what he said at will.

  Kamidai Yunzhi seemed to be declaring it deliberately.

  In this A02 secret military base, the final interpretation right belongs to him.

  The prisoners lowered their heads numbly, and no one glared at Shendai Yunzhi. Qing Chen knew that these people should have often faced this situation for decades.

   Objections and complaints will be exchanged for a severe beating.

Shen Daiyun came up to Qing Chen and said with a smile: "Is it ironic, those people who once swore allegiance to the Qing clan are now spurning you because of a bite. Do you know that Qing Mu is for this group of people to continue to live, He didn't commit suicide."

  Qing Chen smiled and said, "Your mother is dead."

  Kamidai Yunzhi's expression froze.

  He thought that Qing Chen would tell him about Qing's beliefs and the perseverance of Qing's intelligence personnel, but he didn't expect to be greeted with the most vulgar insult.

Qing Chen continued: "If you think you have the ability to make me submit, then try it. The moment I know you can't kill me, I know your end. I'm ready for that day ,are you ready?"

  Since the Age of God will not kill him, the worst case scenario is to suffer here for the rest of his life.

  In this case, why give in?

  Kamidai Yun turned around and left: "Don't worry, you will be trapped here for a long time, we can play slowly."

   After finishing speaking, he said to the soldier again: "First starve him for three days and three nights, and then feed him pig food, and see if he is still so stubborn."

   Night falls.

  Qing Chen saw the prisoners walking slowly towards the prison area under the organization of soldiers from the Age of God.

  Under the night, more than half of the prisoners lined up, and the people behind put their arms on the shoulders of the people in front, like a train game they played when they were young.

  Those people behind have no focal length in their eyes, like blind people.

  Qing Chen was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly realized that it was because the prisoners had not taken in enough nutrition for a long time and had already suffered from night blindness.

  They must be guided by a person with perfect sight so that they can return to the cell barracks in the dark.

  Qing Chen looked at these prisoners. The clothes were thin chemical fiber winter coats, and there were only a pair of thin rubber shoes under their feet.

  Many people's ankles were swollen from the cold, and the swollen feet were barely stuffed into the original shoes, which looked extraordinarily awkward.

  Qing Chen sat in the mud of the pigsty, looking at the empty stone trough, he patted a certain black pig: "You guys are really unlucky, and I will drag you down and starve for three days."

  The prisoners were silent for a while, and one prisoner who stole a high-caste vehicle whispered: "Is there something wrong with this person? What time is he still caring about pigs?!"

   Someone behind him reminded: "Shut up."

  The nights in the bitterly cold place were extremely cold, with a temperature of minus 30 degrees, Qing Chen felt as if he was frozen in mud.

  This temperature can't kill a C-level master, it will only bring pain.

  He felt all this seriously, and remembered what he had experienced in his mind.

  In the past, he would want to seal up the painful experience, but now, he wants to feel it more deeply.

  Even those past sufferings were taken out by him to examine one by one.

  …

  …

  The next morning.

  The prisoners were driven like lambs to the rocky field.

   While working, everyone looked at Qingchen from time to time.

  They found the boy sitting in the pigsty, with frost on his hair and eyebrows.

  Everyone knows how difficult the night here is, especially when Qing Chen's clothes were wet with saliva and he didn't eat anything.

  At this time, a floating airship approached, and several civilian officers in military uniform got down from it, holding filming equipment in their hands.

  The prisoners knew that this was to record Qing Chen's embarrassment and spread it to destroy the morale of Qing's intelligence personnel.

  Before, the Shendai consortium was forced by Qing Chen to return to Qing Mu, and the intelligence alliance established by Qing Chen was broken up. These things have become the laughing stock of the intelligence community.

  Now, the Shendai consortium has captured Qing Chen and made him repeat Qing Mu's mistakes, which is the most ironic counterattack.

  The officer set up the equipment and focused on Qingchen who was in a panic.

   Someone wanted to get closer to take a close-up, but saw a Jindai soldier from A02 base hesitate and stop them: "Don't get too close, it's dangerous."

  The civilian officers froze for a moment. They looked at the soldiers, and then at Qing Chen who was struggling in the pigsty. They didn't understand where the danger came from.

  However, when the officers of the Age of Gods consortium were standing in the pigsty to take pictures, all the prisoners saw Qing Chen standing up with heavy shackles.

  The shackles made a rattling sound, and Qingchen's frozen clothes made the sound of ice being torn apart, like a frozen towel in winter being rubbed vigorously.

  At this time, everyone noticed that the soldier of the Age of God who was in charge of guarding Qing Chen subconsciously took a step back.

   But the soldiers quickly realized that the opponent's hands were all in shackles, and he couldn't even lift them up, and he couldn't hurt anyone anymore.

  He adjusted his expression and said to the civilian officers: "You can take pictures, as soon as possible."

  The civilian officers raised their cameras, but they were surprised to see the young man slowly raised his right arm in the camera.

  The heavy shackles made his arm muscles start to tremble. The alloy shackles weighing 800 kilograms in one hand and used to restrain B-level masters made people feel a little out of breath just looking at them.

  The prisoners watched silently. They saw the boy raise his arms little by little.

   Then with a bright smile, he made a V letter with his right hand.

   "Compared to life!" Qing Chen said.

  The civilian officers were stunned. They came to film how embarrassed Qing Chen was, but at this moment, how did the other party look embarrassed?

  The civilian officer said to the soldiers angrily: "Your officer told us to come and shoot, but you still haven't got him. How can we shoot? Where is Kamashiro Yunnao?"

  Kamidai Yunzhi came from a distant barracks with more than a dozen officers. He said coldly, "When will the civilians hiding in the back be able to yell at me?"

  The civilian military officer's momentum froze, and he said vaguely: "The higher-ups require that the promotional materials be photographed within seven days, so you can figure it out."

Jin Daiyun frowned, and he said: "You can live in the barracks for three days, and after three days, it will be fine. Lieutenant, you take them to the wilderness to hunt and eat some wild game, which is something they can't taste outside. of."

  An officer beside him nodded: "Understood."

   "Okay, that's what you said, I'll wait for you for three days," the civilian officers took the equipment and followed the second lieutenant away.

Qing Chen put down his arms and smiled: "Hey, why do I feel that your situation in the Age of Gods is not very good, civil servants are so arrogant in front of you, why don't you join the Qing family and go to my PCA office to clean the toilet , I will keep you safe for the rest of your life."

Jin Daiyun gave him a straight look, and then said to the prisoners: "Stop what you are doing, and each of you will hit him with a stone. Just like yesterday, the person who hit him has a synthetic protein bar to eat, one less person hit him, and everyone They don’t even have to eat. Whoever loses enough strength will give him a whip.”

   Then, Jindai Yunzhi whispered again: "Don't let people really beat him to death."

   After speaking, he turned and left.

  A prisoner who was brought here for hooking up with a high-caste woman picked up a fist-sized stone and ran over, throwing it at Qingchen's head.

   Qing Chen just turned his head and dodged it.

   But being restricted by the shackles, he can still dodge one, but there is no way to dodge more than two thousand.

   One prisoner after another went outside the pigsty and threw stones.

   Qing Chen was bruised everywhere except his face.

  Qing's intelligence personnel came to the front, they hesitated holding the stones, even though the soldiers beside them whipped them, they didn't throw the stones out.

  Looking at the blood dripping from the backs of those people.

  Qing Chen said calmly, "It's okay."

   These four words again.

  Qing's intelligence personnel finally threw the stone out, hitting Qing Chen's body with a bang, cracking open the wound on Qing Chen's body.

  Blood mixed into the soil along the clothes, and the black pigs were frightened and hid in the corner again.

   No one spoke, and Qing Chen didn't speak anymore.

  After all the prisoners had left, he sat in the pigsty gasping for air. The prisoners had never had enough to eat, and they didn't even have the strength to throw stones.

   But being punched by more than 2,000 people, even his current level of strength is painful.

   Early morning of the third day.

  When all the prisoners came out of the prison area to work, they immediately looked at the pigsty, wanting to see if the boy was dead.

   But the next scene left everyone stunned.

  I saw that around the pigsty that was originally ventilated, the boy used the stones that were thrown at him yesterday to build a windproof wall.

  The other party didn't feel sorry for himself, nor did he give in. He still used his actions to show his will.

  A soldier from the Age of Gods rushed over frantically and knocked down the gravel wall, but Qing Chen didn't look depressed.

  At a certain moment, Qing's intelligence personnel even felt that the young man looked at the soldiers of the Age of God with pity.

  (end of this chapter)