Chapter 42 One of the overall modernizations of Strange Stories from a Liaozhai Studio: Quick Knife

The crowded crowd whispered to each other, forming a very strange buzzing sound. Human beings are different from animals, and naturally they are even more different from insects.The buzzing sound of a group of insects is regular, but the buzzing sound of a group of people is rhythmic, ups and downs, all-inclusive, and varied in tone. The focus of everyone's eyes was unanimously concentrated on his hands, it should be said, on the knife held by his hands. At this time, he held his knife with a very strange gesture, with his thumbs on one side of the blade, and the other eight fingers on the other side of the blade. The ten fingers and the cold, hard steel blade were fused together. into one.With just the right amount of strength, the wrist pushed the blade back and forth, causing the blade to rub against the surface of a large blue stone, making a chilling rustling sound, rhythmic, like a heartbeat.

He is sharpening his knife, sharpening his sharp knife. At the end of the application.This is the time he chose to sharpen the knife. The west corner of the big wall is the place he chose to sharpen the knife. It happens like this every day, and many people gather around to watch it. I chose this time and place to sharpen the knife because the sun was setting and the west corner was unobstructed. The setting sun reflected on the edge of the knife, flashing a beautiful golden light, which made the knife special.Many people gathered around to watch him sharpen the knife, because this knife is a famous sharp knife with a radius of five hundred miles.

The knife is three feet and six inches long, with a thick back, the back is 7/2cm thick, and the blade is so thin that it cannot be measured. It can cut a piece of paper in half, and can divide a piece of hair. How thin is that?The widest part of the blade is five inches and four inches, and the narrowest point is three inches and seven inches. The sword is passed down from his ancestors. Although he is just an ordinary soldier now, since his ancestors have such a sharp sword passed down, he must have a somewhat prominent reputation. Unfortunately, he doesn't know it, and he can't fabricate it, so he has no choice but to sharpen it. During the constant grinding action of the knife, and in the contact between the blade and the knife stone, I slowly think about it, and dare not tell others what comes to mind.

The blade was black and the blade was shiny. The really sharp blade was just a steel bar about three inches long. When he picked up the blade and wiped off the stone powder on the edge with his thumb, the afterglow of the setting sun happened to be reflected. The row of blades was like a golden edge, not only he himself would take a breath when he saw it, but the whispers of the bystanders would suddenly quiet down. There are a few people, there are always a few people in the crowd, involuntarily, as if by magic, they reach out their hands on their necks, caress them, and then quickly withdraw their hands as if they touched a hot iron, and put them on their clothes. I wiped it vigorously, trying to wipe away the cold sweat from my hands.

The sharpening of the knife is not the main thing. The main thing is the beheading. This sharp knife is designed to chop off the heads of prisoners on death row.The knife sharpener, because he has such a sharp knife, the responsibility of beheading falls on him.Now those who are watching the knife sharpening know that at noon tomorrow, there will be a death row prisoner in the death row behind the big wall. The head fell to the ground. The sun was more west, he raised the knife, half-closed his eyes, admiring the golden light on the edge of the knife, and then, as if inadvertently, hooked his left hand to the onlookers.

The young daughters-in-law and older girls standing closest to him began to push each other, and finally, a pretty girl, wearing an emerald green jacket, had long loose braids that were woven into three-quarter tanchi flowers, and the ends of the braids hung down to her slender waist. If it weren't for her thin white fingers twirling the ends of her hair, the braids would hang down her rounded back.At the end of the braid is a wishful knot of the same color as the short jacket, and the black hair that has been knotted is half scattered, it is such a small lock, if it is put on someone's face, it will not only make people itchy on the face, but even in the heart deep.

She seemed to be half impatient, and half as if she was forcing someone to push her out. She came to him, with small, white teeth, lightly biting the bright red lower lip, and handing the end of the braid to him. The knife was raised horizontally, the blade was facing upwards, and the strands of hair that Ruyi had knotted lightly touched the edge. Then, he and she exchanged glances, and at the same time, blew out a breath toward those strands of hair. The strands of hair fell off one after another. At that moment, he felt a burst of incomparable pleasure. At that moment, she felt that he was feeling a burst of incomparable pleasure. face, ran away.

The onlookers applauded loudly. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, enjoying the wonderful feeling, looking forward to the more sensational scene tomorrow. The day was in the sky, and the death row prisoner was kneeling on the ground, tied up with five flowers. The shadow seemed to be just a blur. The death row prisoner looked at him, looked at the knife in his hand, and there was a request in his eyes. He knew it and nodded slightly. Without any signal, he straightened up suddenly, holding the handle of the knife tightly with five fingers, the back of the knife was attached to his arm, the edge of the knife was facing outward, and it was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.He squinted his eyes halfway, fixed his eyes on the neck of the death row prisoner, suddenly let out a loud shout, swung his arm, and cut the sharp blade between the seventh cervical vertebra and the first thoracic vertebra of the death row prisoner, and all the surrounding Everyone exclaimed, and he yelled again to suppress the exclamation, and his arm raised with the flash of the blade and the spray of blood, and he backed up at the same time, and his foot flew out, the death row prisoner fell forward, The human skull rolled forward, the flesh around the neck rolled up, and blood gushed out. The death row prisoner's head rolled out. The onlookers wanted to applaud, but they fell silent for a moment.

Because the condemned prisoner's head was rolling outwards while blinking hard, what was it trying to do? In the almost dead silence, only a cry could be heard from the mouth of the rolling prisoner's head: What a sharp knife!