The snow on the execution platform was trampled to a dirty state, mixed with the dark brown blood stains left by yesterday's execution. Shen Suwen knelt in the center of the execution platform. Her thin prison clothes had already been soaked by the cold wind, and the severe pain in her fingers had become numb. Her nails were all broken off by the sticks in the execution room of Taiyuan Hospital three days ago, and now only bloody wounds remain.
"It's three quarters to noon—"
The prison officer's drawling voice echoed over the execution ground. Shen Suwen raised his head and saw the executioner raising the heavy ghost-headed knife. The blade of the blade glowed coldly in the gray sky, and the three blood grooves on the back of the blade were clearly visible.
