One night, I watched a documentary at home about the cruel punishments in ancient Chinese history. After watching it, I was shocked and excited, but I don’t know why I thought of a cruel punishment, that is Throw it down from a very high place. I don’t know when it will land, but it must be broken.
People have been shrouded in the shadow of broken bones during the fall. How long does the fall last? It should take three days and three nights, no, too little, not cruel enough, how about a month? Starved to death before falling down, nothing new.
Then let the prisoners have enough food and water so that they can eat and drink when they are hungry and thirsty. Later I thought, no, the time of the fall can not be accurate. In that case, it is equivalent to telling the prisoner that he can relax for the first 29 days. Then what about setting the fallinging time random, maybe tomorrow, maybe decades later.
In this way, the prisoner lives in an unknown fear every day, not knowing how much time he has left, whether he should have fun in time or make a long-term plan.
Later, I thought that the dilemma and fear were still not cruel enough and the punishment was still too light.
So I thought of a way to put a group of tcondemed people together at the same falling speed, so when they were not moving, they were relatively still, allowing them to watch each other from a distance, from far to near, close, estranged, and disconnected. Reunion, farewell, and grace. Give them hope, take hope, let them talk, let them rush around, let them feel distressed at the time, let them regret it, let them sometimes feel complacent and sometimes sad and cry. Let them feel unwilling, let them regret it. Of course, the final outcome is still the same-I don’t know when and where, falling into pieces.
(Snap fingers) Perfect, this is the top cruel punishment.
Thinking about it, I fell asleep in a daze and woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. Isn’t this the fucking life?
How could I have an idea like this sick?