Chapter 493 True or False

"...yes."

They suppressed their trembling and walked forward in order.

In the corner of the renovation room, there was a large barrel filled with water. The water was turbid, with debris floating on the surface and dark brown unknown residues at the bottom. It was obvious that the water was brought back from the river in the city.

You know, this river is their mobile garbage disposal unit. Domestic waste, excrement, experimental wastewater and the like are all thrown into it. This water is a bacterial culture dish!

A stainless steel basin was buried in the bucket, stirring up the water surface that had just calmed down, and scooping out the slowly sinking heavy residue. Then, they walked to the torture instrument.

Brother Ming made a casual gesture - pour slowly.

"I understand, Brother Ming."

The basin tilted, and a thin stream of water flowed out, splashing silently on the wet towel. The person lying on it was shocked and struggled desperately. The clang, clang, clang sounds collided and swirled in the closed room.

It is a prelude to death.

Brother Ming sat on a chair smoking, the scarlet light flickering between his lips, and his face could not be seen clearly.

He didn't say anything, and no one dared to stop.

These people ran in circles several times, beads of sweat the size of beans oozing from their foreheads, and a fierce light gradually revealed in their eyes. The water column that was originally pouring on their foreheads began to flow downward, and the angle of inclination was also increasing.

Their whole bodies were trembling, and they stared at the body with wide eyes, watching him struggle to the climax and then fall down with a bang. Sweat slid into his eyeballs, and the stinging pain was like sand that drowned in the neurons that transmitted huge amounts of information.

The transformation room was as quiet as a ghost.

Their eardrums were swollen and all the blood in their bodies rushed to the top of their heads, as if it was about to burst through their heads. They couldn't move and their consciousness became hazy.

It seemed as if more than one person was being punished.

Clang-clang-clang.

The stainless steel basin fell from his hand, bounced several times on the ground, rolled all the way, and finally hit the leg of a chair and was stepped on by someone.

The red light lit up one last time and then went out in the basin.

Ming Ge raised his eyelids in the dim light, "Why, are you scared?"

Consciousness returned instantly, and my back straightened involuntarily. My legs kept shaking in my trouser legs, but the voice kept replying:

"Brother Ming, no!"

A sneer was heard, and Ming Ge stood up and patted the non-existent ashes in his hand.

He walked to the door and said in a leisurely voice, "Throw him into the river."

"receive!"

...

Compared to the double blow of water torture to the body and mind, being beaten with a cane is only a flesh wound, which means lying on the bed and unable to turn over, and you will be a good man again after half a month.

Anyone can tell what is more important than what is less important.

While Brother Ming hadn't changed his mind, several people walked out the door with their heads down.

"etc."

Fear flashed in their eyes, and they turned around and lowered their heads, "Brother Ming, please speak."

Ming Ge opened his arms wide, and a beautiful and plump woman was tying her belt submissively.

He shifted his gaze over and said, "You two fight first. No mercy, hit me in the face."

“…”

Several people did not dare to resist. Their eyes moved left and right, and the next second they punched the face of the person next to them.

A beating began.

The white tiles were soon stained with red.

Ming Ge lowered his head in satisfaction and touched the back of the woman's neck. "Clean it up later. You know I don't like the smell of blood."

The woman nodded respectfully.

"Okay, stop."

The people who were fighting each other took a step back unwillingly, staring at each other with hostility. With new and old hatreds added together, they wished they could kill each other directly!

Damn, he was so cruel!

Mingge walked through them as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go meet the superpower you mentioned."

More than a dozen top-level off-road vehicles roared and shook in the dark night, all lighting up their dazzling headlights, as if lighting up the entire night sky.

Buzz——

Buzz——

The surrounding scene passed by the car window like afterimages.

"Brother Ming, it's the building in front! That person didn't run away!" The subordinate stretched out his hand and spoke excitedly.

Squeak—click!

The long, sharp sound of brakes suddenly tore through the night sky and spread throughout the street.

This sound could easily wake up anyone who was sleeping, but every building and every window around was quiet, as if it was an empty room that had been vacant for a long time.

The sounds of doors opening and people jumping out of cars rang out one after another. A group of people with ill intentions surrounded the front of the building, weighing the tools in their hands and watching with eager eyes.

Brother Ming stood in the middle of the crowd, looking at the building in front of him inch by inch.

It was unexpectedly realistic.

The walls were solid and thick, and the door frame seemed to be made of high-purity copper. Like the previous doors, glass was installed in the door frame.

He smiled.

This can be considered as discovering a bug. The glass cannot withstand the tide of zombies at all. Anyone can smash it without even waiting for the zombies to surround it.

Brother Ming had already begun to believe the illusion his subordinates had told him about.

He continued to look inside - thanks to the glass.

The hall was brightly lit and looked very spacious, feeling larger than the interior space of the main building, and the decoration was very gorgeous. He felt that it was probably inspired by a five-star hotel.

From where he was standing, he could just see two elevators flashing red lights, leading to the upper floors?

His gaze began to rise along the outer wall, and as he raised his neck to its limit, he saw the oversized sign at the top.

"Holiday, hotel."

His men followed his movements, looking upwards and reading out the words word for word, immediately starting to complain.

"What? Vacation? You're so arrogant!"

"Are you dreaming? That's a really bold dream! I've never enjoyed a vacation before. Can you cast an illusion on me so I can experience it?"

"Hahahaha—hiss, his face is swollen. He was really vicious."

"You're not bad either."

Mingge turned a deaf ear and turned his gaze to the equally bright area next to the gate.

Right next to the window was a row of tables covered with openwork tablecloths. He squinted his eyes. Those were - dinner plates?

You must be crazy about eating.

Looking across the dining table, he saw a rectangular dining table in the distance. An inverted round lamp cast a soft light on the things on the tray. Further down, there were more than 20 thermal boxes with their lids opened, neatly arranged.

The transparent two-handled soup plate diagonally opposite contains food and is higher than the dinner plate.

Mingge squinted his eyes and took a closer look. It turned out to be a vegetable salad.

He breathed a sigh of relief. How could fresh vegetables survive a night in this day and age? This was the second bug he had discovered.

"It's quite realistic," he said.

After hearing this, the subordinate turned around and said flatteringly, "That's why we concluded that she is a high-level psychic. This building looks so real!"

"Then make another judgment and tell me where she is hiding now?" The man next to her, covering his cheek, said in a gloomy tone.

"this..."

"Wait, you're talking about... isn't that the person?"

Ming Ge looked in the direction of his finger and saw a "person" with only his smooth head exposed moving slowly behind the dining table.

"Damn it, he's actually bald."