Chapter 44: The fate of the betrayer
The rechargeable battery of the mosquito swatter is too childish. It has been upgraded to a 220-volt civilian power supply. It is inexhaustible and can be used unless the power plant is closed.
Compared with batteries, the voltage and current of 220-volt civilian power supplies are completely different upgrades.
The two iron rings with barbs inward closed and controlled my waist. The iron chain pulled me slightly, so I could only stand in a horse stance, and due to the pull of the iron chain, I could only open my legs.
My arm has been dislocated a long time ago, and the only function it can play now is to keep my body from falling.
All my body weight can only be borne by my two toes.
In order to reduce the waiting time, the iron bar was raised very high, very close to the top of my thigh.
Now my current body posture is in an extremely unstable state of balance. I must rely on the movement of my feet to barely maintain balance. This state only intensified my pain.
Even before the electric baton was turned on, I was already in so much pain that I was about to collapse.
In order to maintain the balance of my body, I kept moving my feet in small steps on the ground. Every time I moved, the barbs came into close contact with the soles of my feet. Blood flowed out, and my flesh and blood were already hanging on the barbs.
In order to slightly reduce the pain in my feet and save as much energy as possible, I gritted my teeth and stepped down hard. All the iron thorns pierced my feet and pierced the insteps of my feet.
Actually, I thought wrong.
It is undeniable that I use the whole sole of my foot, which saves a lot of effort. However, my body balance is still not stable. When moving my feet to maintain body balance, I must lift my feet. Due to the weight of the iron shoes, the barbs hang on me. The flesh and blood was being pulled out, and the sudden severe pain caused my instinctive muscles to unload, causing my body to lose balance.
In order to maintain this sudden loss of body balance, the feet will instinctively move to a greater extent and suffer greater injuries, creating a vicious cycle.
Eventually, I resigned myself to my fate and had to switch back and land on my toes only. By this time, the soles of my feet were already bloody and bloody.
At this point, the deputy warden finally couldn't bear to watch anymore and said, "That's almost it. He didn't make any mistakes today."
The warden asked me: "The deputy warden sympathizes with you. Do you have a deep friendship with him? Show it by nodding or shaking your head."
The warden played this game today, and now I finally understand something.
The warden must not have been using me as a guinea pig today on a whim. He seemed to have something on his mind, and this person was the deputy warden.
The deputy warden made it clear to me that he was instigated by others to help me secretly. Can I betray him now? Although I don’t know when the warden suspected that the deputy warden had a relationship with me, I am convinced that the warden was just suspicious. If he really had solid evidence, he would not use such torture on me today. .
At first I thought it was because of a mad dog, but now it seems that my guess was wrong.
Although I went in the wrong direction, I still can't betray, because as long as I can get through this today, my life will be much easier in the future under the care of the deputy warden. Besides, who asked the deputy warden to help me secretly? I betrayed the deputy warden, and indirectly I also felt sorry for this friend.
After much thought, I decided:
I absolutely cannot nod this head. Anyway, I have endured the severe pain until now. I want to see what other tricks the Warden has up his sleeve.
I secretly swear, Comrade Warden, I have taken note of this grudge today. As long as I survive today and don’t die, I will not laugh if I don’t repay you twice as much.
I finally have my first enemy in my life. My mother-in-law is not my enemy. She is at most a fly in front of me. The person who framed me is of course an enemy, but I don’t know who he is yet. Don’t worry, he can’t escape.
I felt so filled with hatred that the pain seemed to lessen at the moment.
Psychology says this, but the physiological self-protection mechanism has now been activated. Endocrine emergency hormones are being secreted. In fact, this is the most fundamental reason why I feel the pain is relieved.
Obviously, the warden, who often interrogates prisoners, knows this better than I do.
The warden ordered the prison guards to bring me a stool for me to sit on. I felt much more comfortable.
The warden started to have a family affair with me.
In fact, I should be most vigilant at this time.
Because the pain has been reduced a lot, I am mentally relaxed. In the middle of a long unrelated conversation, the warden would suddenly ask a very crucial question. Normal people are not defensive.
As it happens, I have outstanding talents and a photographic memory. With too much free time, I have covered a wide range of fields. Basically, I have some knowledge in various fields. Of course, apart from my professional knowledge, I only have a brief understanding of other types of knowledge. If I go into it in depth, I will definitely not be as good as an expert.
Today, I will not be grateful to the warden for suddenly alleviating my pain. In addition to being alert to his questions, I am trying my best to recover my physical strength. I know that the climax of the torture has not yet come.
The reason why people have two ears and one mouth is to warn themselves to listen more and talk less. Don’t pretend to understand even if you don’t understand.
I pretended to be seriously injured and ignored the warden's questions, humming and haha. In reality, I had to try my best to recover my physical strength, and the more cruel torture had not yet begun.
The deputy warden's expression could now be said to be increasingly expressionless. If he shows any expression, the warden will face deeper suspicion and even take him down immediately.
The situation at the scene continues in this state.
It should be almost time, and my self-emergency protection period has passed at this time. The warden didn't ask me any questions. The warden's sinister look is revealed again.
The bench I was sitting on was moved away.
I was once again faced with painful ordeals.
The switch on the iron rod has been closed. Although I haven't been shocked yet, because I am still desperately supporting my body with my newly recovered physical strength.
In fact, I can't last much longer. Because I had already been shocked once, and it was because of the electric shock that my muscles bounced away convulsively.
Fortunately, this electric shock did not cause much damage, because my body did not actually come into contact with the iron rod, but was an electric arc shock from a relatively close distance, which emitted a blue arc light like thunder and lightning.
It is an insulator like air. When the voltage is strong enough, it breaks down and becomes a conductor.
I could still support myself and maintain my balance, which obviously made the warden very dissatisfied.
The most important sensory organ for the human body to maintain balance is the eyes, followed by the tiniest bone in the human body, the ears.
The crazed and inhumane warden will not blindfold me. He has even more cruel methods.
It must have been prepared in advance. A long bamboo tube with a hole in the middle was inserted through my mouth, not into my esophagus or stomach, but into my lungs.
My arm was already dislocated, so arching forward could slightly alleviate the pain. A bamboo tube was inserted into my lungs, forcing me to stand upright.
Can you imagine the pain of a bamboo tube inserted into the delicate common pulmonary duct? And it causes difficulty breathing.
Such torture immediately weakened my physical strength.
The barbed spikes of the electric baton finally came into intimate negative contact with my nerve-rich and sensitive inner thighs. I was like a spoiled doll, convulsing and struggling helplessly, my body jerking backwards under the electric shock. I could no longer control my body balance and slumped down on the electric baton, twitching wildly. My screams came from behind the bamboo tube, which was very strange.
This is a purgatory more miserable than the eighteen levels of hell.
How long can I hold on?
Chapter 45: Missing Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here
