Lanno considered whether to strip off his own pants from the portrait, as a more ruthless mockery of the absurd reality.,One by one, the bean sprouts watched the familiar scene before them. They couldn't help but feel like something was stuck in their throats, and they felt the urge to vent.,As dawn broke, Lanno awoke from his slumber with tear stains on his face. His hands were bound behind his back, like a pig, sprawled on the ground. Footsteps echoed through the pitch-black basement. Two men lifted him up and roughly carried him into a room splattered with blood. They bound him to an operating table. The harsh light blinded him, he tried to scream, but a face mask designed for anesthesia was clamped over his face.。