He didn't specify which high-end brand of liquor to prepare—someone would arrange it anyway, so it didn't matter, as long as he could get drunk.

This wasn't the first time Gore had made a decision through the internal 'execution ground' process—a place specifically designed for the adjudication department, and equipped with consumables from Eoubs' top technicians. In such settings, you absolutely couldn't watch unless you were completely drunk, because the visuals would become disgusting, violent, and perverse, sometimes requiring additional obstructions.

When people live in a paradise made of death, they inevitably fall into depravity along with the devil.

The two supervisors gave Li Lin some sedatives, the strong kind, with almost no side effects after administration. They then mentioned some additional requests—it was truly unbearable, no one would want to say these things—and left some suppressant in case he had an emotional breakdown.

He stood there in the shadows, staring blankly at the syringe, when someone added, "There's no other way. You have to do it. Listen... you have to make her cry her eyes out. You have to... get this disgusting done. It's the best solution right now, or we can't afford any other consequences."

“I know…you don’t want Yu Jianchu to really die either.”

He reached out and took the thing; in the dim light of the fluorescent lamp, it looked like a rotting zombie.

The supervisors glanced at him, but dared not approach him again, and simply whispered, "Good luck."

After saying that, they left the control room as quickly as possible. Someone would come to meet them soon. They figured Li Lin would probably be waiting in some corner. He could continue taking drugs and spacing out; it didn't matter. At this point, all he could do was try to pretend that this was just a dream.

There was no better way, and most people could only pray that the person in charge would order them to die sooner so that they could be freed.