A group of children, male and female, were taken into a large venue.
The surrounding area of the venue is only covered by simple shading boards. On the large site, there are many double beds.
The double bed was bunk, the bed was not strong, and people stood on top of it still shaking.
After a group of children were arranged here, they quickly picked up their respective beds.
006 stood still without a word, and waited until everyone had chosen their own beds, and then walked away to a remote upper floor that no one had chosen, and slept.
"Ticking ticking."
The only clock hanging on this shabby residence at night was turning.
All the children slept soundly.
The next day, before four o'clock, before dawn, a group of children were forced to get up.
It is the Czech instructor, holding a thick leather whip in his hand, running at the end to whip those children who can't move, can't run fast.
Early in the morning, the children screamed through the island.
But no one paid attention.
Children don't even know why they were beaten.
Run in the morning, run in the afternoon, and do the same in the evening.
That's it, half a month later.
Some children who run slowly are all injured.
No one heals them.
Some children were tired and couldn't run anymore, because they were whipped, and they got up from the ground and moved on.
In one month, fifty children died and nearly ten died.
The children found that as long as someone in the crowd was motionless, they would be pulled out, and the child would never return here.
"Tonight, I'm going to play a little game with you." Czech pulls out his nostrils, laughs suddenly, and then makes a noise.
"Go back and go back!" J beckoned after Jela pulled out this.