I pointed to the female assistant: "You have been to China, you have been to Inner Mongolia, I have seen you!"

The female assistant smiled slightly, collected the diamond, and stood behind Mr. White.

Mr. Bai said, "You first know and know, Wang Qiang, her name is Yaya, is a native of Thailand, a few years ago began to work with Azanwei, then we have contact."Azanwei often praised Yaya, saying that she did her work in two words, and was well-behaved.That’s why I’m taking her around now.When I went to China a few days ago, I sent her to, and I wanted to see what kind of iron-faced guy could turn up, and it disappointed me so much."

I looked at him, “Mr. White, can I ask you a question?”

Mr. Bai smiled and made a gesture to say me.

"Iron face to Inner Mongolia to start the underworld religion, you instructed?"I asked.

Mr. Bai shook his head: "I don't have so many idle work to make such a bureau, it is not good for me, but I know who is behind the iron face, what he wants to do, what plans he has, but unfortunately these can not tell you, and then tell you.The plate is so big that it's completely beyond your imagination."

“Mr. White,” I groaned, “how can you give me a diamond?”

Mr. Bai smiled and looked at me, "I admire you."He made a rattle, and Yaya, the female assistant, took out the cigar box, drew a cigar to pack the liso and handed it to Mr. White, and ordered it.

It can be seen from this move that the two people already have a deep understanding, and Mr. Bai's every meaning of Yaya can clearly interpret.No wonder Azanwei said she did well.

Mr. Bai smoked a cigar and said, “Just now Suha pointed a military gun at your head, you can actually look at him, well, it is not easy.”General Suha is a murderer, and he is so heavy that he can look at him at the muzzle of a gun, and you are a man."

I also had the courage to rise up and say, "It's nothing but a death, life and death, and these are not a problem."

Mr. Bai laughed, looked at Yaya behind him, and said, "Is it a young man, whether it is good to say ignorance or courage."

He slamped the ashes and looked at me: "General Suha is going to kill you, but you are the guest I have invited, how can you die in his hands?"He choked the cigar and stood up: "Go, turn with me."

Mr. Bai is slender in shape, how can he be so handsome in a white dress, wearing a sun hat and picking up a civilized stick, just like the old overseas Chinese in the 1970s and 1980s.

I went outside behind Mr. White.

Now, although it is close to the end of the year, the jungle in Southeast Asia is still very hot, I toss a sweat, and Mr. Bai's face is white, do not see the beads, speak loudly and laugh, very refreshing.Not only were there soldiers in the village, but also some ordinary people, and we stood in front of the field and looked at a green sea of flowers, and he asked me, “Wang Qiang, do you know what this is?”

I shook my head, “Mama?I don't know."

“It is a poppy.”He laughed, “Have you ever seen a poppy?”Planted in October, bloomed in April, and matured by the beginning of next year.Do you know how much this acre of poppies can bring?”

My throat chuckled, squeezing out three words, “I don’t know.”

Mr. Bai smiled and said, "They all say that the poppy is not good, let the family break people, put aside this question, in fact, the poppy can make people reach a level that has never been there before."Man, you should try more to live."

My heart is full of words, my heart says why don’t you try.

Mr. Bai stood on the side of the poppy field for a moment and continued to move forward.I stood there, and Yaya pushed me around, "Why, follow me."

In this ghost place, I can't help myself, first of all, I don't say if I can escape, ID cards, passports, money and mobile phones are pressed in the hands of others, even if I go out, I don't know the language of life, and I don't know the food.

And be at peace.Now I'm a knife for the fish, let's see the situation.

Walking through the village road of Tianbian, to a cottage area, Mr. Bai took me and Yaya into the hut, inside four men are interrogating a prisoner.

The prisoner was obviously a common man, and he sat in his chair crying, and the four men next to him gave him a cigarette to calm his mood.It was nice to look at, but I could see that the four of them were just playing with rats in cats and making fun of the prisoner.

The prisoners did not dare not smoke, and I did not understand their dialogue, but I felt that this scene was extremely depressing and perverted.

Mr. Bai laughed, "Here's the show."

A man turned to the prisoner's back and locked the prisoner's throat, and several others crushed the prisoner's hands and feet.The prisoner's instinctive struggle could not move.The man behind him pulled out a knife that cut the fruit and put it on the prisoner's throat, slammed it, and the blood "poe" was sprayed out.The rest of the people did not hide, sprayed, they were still talking and laughing, seeing nothing.

The man behind the fruit knife began to cut, and the flesh of the man's neck was organized a lot, and he was cut continuously for a while and a half.The prisoner could not die, struggling in great pain, but his hands and feet were crushed by death, and he could not move.

I looked at the vomiting for a while, I really couldn't see it and turned around, and the door was sealed by Yaya, and the girl looked at me coldly: "Go back!"

I looked at Mr. Bai, who was sitting at the window, and looked at the stick of civilization with great relish.

Yaya whispered, "Mr. Bai hates people most of disobedience, and he wants you to look at you and don't get into trouble."

I couldn’t, so I went back to my seat.The whole process lasted about half an hour, and finally cut off the prisoner's head, and a headless body sat in a chair, and blood continued to pour out from the cavity.

I looked at everything like heat stroke, and my face was white.Mr. Bai stood up and went out, I staggered behind, waiting outside, blowing the mountain wind to the sun, I was separated, it was like a nightmare.

Mr. Bai smiled and looked at me: "You don't say that people are nothing more than dead, why are you afraid of such a thing?"

My back was wet, cold, and my head down not to speak.

Mr. Bai said, "Who in life can not die, death is a threshold we must go through, you want to die she will die I also want to die."But what we fear is not death itself, but the process and the waiting of death.”

He said: "My father died of illness, when he used almost the best medical treatment in the world, or did not save his life."We are rich enough to keep him from his grave illness from most of his suffering, but the rest will still make him cry and cry every day.”He looked at me: "General Suha will have a thousand ways to torture you so that you don't die so quickly, and if you knew this in advance, would you still look at him?"

I looked down and thought, "No."

Mr. Bai said nothing, and went on, and I followed Yaya.In front of another thatched hut, Mr. Bai pushed the door in, and the house was large, with four or five women in traditional Southeast Asian dresses doing the laundry, and several soldiers playing cards under the window.There was a wrinkled veteran who was estimated to be losing, standing up and holding a woman’s hair in the past.

This woman is very beautiful, her face is full of white, and she is not a Southeast Asian, like this side of East Asia, China, Japan and South Korea.The woman did not resist, let the monkey-like veteran pull her hair, the two to the open space inside, the veteran directly put her down.

The voices of the two men echoed in the room, and the rest of the women should be doing the laundry and washing the clothes, and those who were soldiers were still playing cards, obviously commonplace and not surprising.

I was top-heavy, I felt a physiological nausea, and it was not good to go out and kneel on the ground to vulva.

Mr. Bai, with his legs, looked at the two men with interest, and stood behind Mr. Bai.

After watching for a while, Mr. Bai stood up and went out, thank God in my heart that I finally did not have to suffer this torture and followed it out.

Outside, Mr. Bai said, “Wang Qiang, see, there are more terrible things in this world than death.”The women you just saw are high-class elites with good identities, some of them are journalists, some are rich second-generation Miss Qianjin, and female lawyers, female guides, actresses, etc., but after they are caught here, they have only one identity, that is, military prostitutes.

He paused and continued, “Do you know what’s worse than being a military prostitute?”

My throat was tight and my head was shaking.

"That is to be willing to be a military prostitute, to be a numb one."Mr. Bai looked at me meaningfully: "There is no hard man in this world, we have 10,000 ways to turn a tiger into a kitten."So there is an old saying in China that I admire the most, and it is also my motto, now I give it to you.That is, the know-how is the handsome.

I whisper this word with my head down.

Mr. White smiled and went on.I reluctantly followed behind, today's experience is really a great impact on the world view, I did not expect that there is such a corner in the world, called the hell on earth.

At this time we came to a thatched hut, which was a cold high-footed house, very small, and there seemed to be only one room, and there was only one old man in military uniform at the door, who was smoking.There was no one around and the atmosphere was strange.

"Here," said Mr. Bai, pointing to the house, "the situation inside is why I have been so anxious to invite you here."