nebula story

"How is that possible?" Yuan Bihai's tone was not known to be self-deprecating, or something else, in short, there was some other emotion, "As early as the third day of the torture, his voice was so hoarse that he lost his voice completely."

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"General Xie, is there anything else?" Yuan Bihai asked calmly.

"It's nothing." With a click, the soft sound of hanging up the phone sounded mercilessly.

Looking up at the same time, two of Yuan Bihai's subordinates looked straight at him.

"What do you say above?" The subordinate in charge of the injection seemed to be a little hopeful.

"Of course continue." Yuan Bihai squinted his vicious Danfeng eyes, and glanced at his hand that kept pulling his collar.

After being stunned for a while, the lieutenant looked at the young imperial prisoner beside him.But quickly moved his eyes away.Lowering his eyes, he began to fiddle with the discarded syringes in his hand unconsciously.

Without moving away from looking at his eyes, Yuan Bihai said, "It's time for you to inject another dose."

With a sound of "ah", the subordinate looked at a curve on the instrument as if suddenly enlightened, quickly picked up a tube of medicine in the medicine box beside him, and began to draw the light blue liquid.

Looking coldly at his seemingly still steady movements, Yuan Bihai suddenly said indifferently: "You don't come tomorrow, a colleague from your group will come instead."

Looking at him blankly, the subordinate did not refute, and there was a trace of shame in his red eyes. "Sir, I... I was a little distracted just now."

"You should do some psychological intervention. Don't hold on." Yuan Bihai waved his hand indifferently.

Without saying anything, the lieutenant who entered the top-secret interrogation team after a rigorous psychological evaluation nodded, and his expression seemed a little relaxed.

"I'll finish today." He smiled wryly, "I'm sorry, boss... I thought I was very suitable for this job, but now I feel that I still can't."

Yuan Bihai shook his head: "It's not your problem."

The phone in his hand rang again. He looked at the number display, and while waving his hands to signal the two men to continue the torture, he walked quickly to the door: "Teacher?..."

The tight special alloy door opened and closed, and Yuan Bihai's voice was isolated from the outside.

Silently looking at each other, the two remaining torturers continued to work without a word.

Injection of high-strength psychic elixir, supplemented by bio-potions to increase pain sensitivity.

The torturer in charge of the execution did not unplug the previous electrical probe, and found the specific cortex rich in nerves in a symmetrical position again, and stabbed it lightly.

The moment the current passed through again, the body of the imperial boy suddenly tensed up.

His eyes, which had been closed all the time, opened in a trance, and he stared blankly at the glare of the snow-white searchlight above his head, as well as the same white ceiling, his body convulsed slightly, and the soft lines of his lips trembled abnormally.

Seeing the imperial prisoner's black pupils that were out of focus due to the severe pain, the lieutenant officer who was about to leave his post suddenly let out an inappropriate and inappropriate roar.

"Don't be stupid! Do you think you are a machine?!" He kicked the large torture platform beside him violently.

The hard metal table remained motionless, as if laughing at his sudden loss of control.

Reaching out to hold him down, his middle-aged colleague frowned: "Xiao Bi, what are you doing?"

"I'm irritable." The young lieutenant threw the needle in his hand to the ground, and with a "snap", the transparent glass shattered into pieces. Without Yuan Bihai's staring eyes, all his anger and pressure were suddenly released. .

His colleague was silent for a moment: "No one forced you to come."

"Who will come if I don't come? Who knows pharmacy better than me in MI[-]!" The young lieutenant continued to kick the sturdy torture platform wildly, again and again, "I thought it would be good to come here to make a few doses of medicine, who knows that just staying there Thirty days! More than a dozen injections a day, and I have to inject it myself! Damn, I want to apply for a special post allowance!..."

"You are naive." The middle-aged colleague said coldly, "If you are so fragile, you shouldn't be transferred from the Central Academy of Sciences to MI[-]."

"I'm here to join the army!" The young lieutenant yelled angrily, swearing loudly, "I'm a pharmacist, not a fucking perverted SM maniac!"

Turning his head and pointing at the thin young man on the torture platform, his voice was a little hoarse: "I can't ask for a week, and I can't ask for half a month. Thirty days, it's still the same! If this kind of torture is useful, it should have been done a long time ago." It worked! Since you can't ask, why don't you give him a good time, is this interesting?"

As if just confirming his words, the equipment monitoring the prisoner's physical reaction suddenly flashed wildly, and the alarm sounded sharply!

Keeping a close eye on the heartbeat and pulse data, the chief torturer reached out his hand quickly at the same moment he heard the alarm, and cut off the current decisively.

After waiting for a short moment, he spoke flatly, and slowly said to the young man in prison who was close at hand: "I'll give you 10 minutes to rest. We'll continue later."

Listening silently to his tone that was exactly the same as that of the original Bi Hai, the young lieutenant sat on the side dejectedly.

In the snow-white and indifferent top-secret prison room, there was a suffocating silence.

The timer ticked by, and 10 minutes passed in a flash.Standing up, the ruthless middle-aged torturer looked at his colleague.

The young lieutenant shook his head dejectedly: "You let me rest. The boss is not here, you... let him rest too."

On the torture platform, Chesu's slightly squinted eyes slowly widened a little bit, his tightly bound limbs could not move at all, he just moved his neck in a half-blind and half-absent manner, his dark eyes looked at the person who was speaking. Lieutenant.

It was like a dark deep pool, but it was not as clear and transparent as when I first saw it, only a lifeless pool remained.

It seemed that in the midst of being torn apart, he still heard the words of the lieutenant pleading for him, and there was a little indecipherable gratitude in his eyes that seemed bigger because of his emaciation.

He couldn't pass out.

…Under the high-efficiency refreshment potion that he personally prepared, this young man from the empire could hear every word of their forced confession, and feel every bit of extreme pain from his body.

Something seemed to rip his heart hard, and the young lieutenant avoided his eyes evasively.

The tiny electric sound that had been lingering in the room finally stopped completely.

After a long time, the young lieutenant pulled his disheveled hair and whispered to his colleague: "Old Wei, I have a younger brother who is in college, and he is about the same age as him. I fell an inch on my leg while skateboarding a while ago. It has a long gash, and I got a few stitches, and now I’m on leave, playing video games on the bed with my legs crossed every day. Every time I apply some medicine, I will scream and scream, and my mother will also cry. "

Blankly shifting his gaze to Chesu's face, he rubbed his own face in pain: "I've been convincing myself that the imperial people are all monsters, and he must be different from us normal people. Otherwise, how could he Can he bear it? But no matter how I look at it, he is just like my brother. ——He is thinner and lighter than my brother..."

Stopping the car a few hundred meters away from the pier, Yuan Bihai took out a box of things from the rear compartment with one hand, and walked towards the familiar pier.

The surrounding harbors are peaceful. The capital Aisborough faces the sea in the east. There are many ports along the coast, some of which have been abandoned for various reasons. Only some dilapidated ships are parked on the shore, quiet and desolate.

The place where the original Bihai came was even more desolate.Listening to the sound of seagulls chirping and flapping their wings in the distance, Yuan Bihai walked unhurriedly, breathing the slight salty humidity in the seaside air.

Bypassing several piles of dilapidated containers on the shore, his footsteps were light and steady, and occasionally looking behind him, he came straight to a place.Behind the cover of a huge old ship, a small quiet beach is exposed.

A figure from the back was sitting there quietly, the half-gray hair on the top of his head fluttering slightly against the sea breeze.There seemed to be no desire to turn back at all, and the fishing rod in his hand remained motionless.

Walking to his side and sitting down side by side with the man, Yuan Bihai put down the canned beer crate in his hand.

He took out two cans from inside, opened them one by one quietly, reached out and handed a can to the man beside him: "Teacher, would you like a can?"

Taking it with one hand, the gray-haired former MI[-] director raised his neck, gulped it down with a gulp, and let out a long sigh comfortably from his throat.

"It's better to use the old brand. The new flavors are all weird." He muttered.

"That's right, ginger is old and spicy, let alone beer?" Yuan Bihai, who was serious in front of his subordinates, now flattered his old boss without any scruples.

Looking back at his beloved disciple, the old supervisor Qi Bo was a little strange, "Aren't you the least fond of drinking? Why did you change your temper today?"

Following his example, Yuan Bihai raised his head and gulped down beer, his Adam's apple wriggled violently.After drinking the whole can of beer in a short while, he threw the beer bottle violently.

With a bang, the can accurately hit a mast, making a crisp sound.

Glancing at him lightly, the old supervisor sneered slightly: "Still so impatient."

Yuan Bihai picked up another can of beer with a wry smile, and Yuan Bihai shrugged: "Teacher, I dare to play like this in front of you. In your old land, I have to be a man with my tail between my legs every day, and imitate you with a straight face every day." That poker face from the past."

Qi Bo chuckled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were a bit obvious.Patting his beloved disciple on the shoulder, he said, "Tell me, what trouble have you encountered?"

Looking at the teacher with a half-smile, Yuan Bihai said, "A first-class military secret, do you want to hear it, teacher?"

"Oh, then you are rotten in your stomach." The old supervisor smiled slyly, and suddenly the fishing rod in his hand shook.

Pulling back suddenly, the simple manual fishing rod was quickly lifted back, the thin fishing line drew a beautiful arc in the air, and a lively fresh fish struggled frantically and was caught on the shore.

Watching the teacher take off the hook leisurely and skillfully, and put the live fish in the bucket at their feet, Yuan Bihai scratched his head and laughed: "I'm suffocating, I still risk going to a military court to say Tell me."

"No, I don't want to hear it."

"Isn't it okay if I don't talk about the details!" Yuan Bihai looked at his old boss's sly smile bitterly, and became a little annoyed, "It's okay if I ask you for advice!"

Seeing that the old man didn't intend to continue to stop him, he said resentfully: "I won't talk about the specifics. Anyway, I met a piece of iron. I have used all means, but I can't get a confession. It's better to change you, what should you do?" ?”

"Ask for a confession? You can't handle such a trivial matter, Xiao Yuan, you are getting more and more useless." Looking at him sideways, the old supervisor smiled, "Even if the prisoner hires a lawyer, our military affairs, the general law is afraid I can’t control it. Cut off all external contact first, ask him to contact a lawyer after three to five days of interrogation, what can’t be asked?”

"There is no lawyer." Yuan Bihai smiled bitterly, "We can use any means against him."

His pupils finally narrowed slightly, and the old supervisor looked sharply: "Imperial prisoner? Special intelligence?"

"Yes." Yuan Bihai secretly admired him.

Staring at him, the old supervisor looked a little dignified.

Any means can be used, so the military acquiesces to a very important and confidential criminal who can violate the prisoner of war treaty.In order to prevent unfavorable negotiations in future prisoner exchanges, the news of the prisoner's survival was even obliterated.

That being the case, there must be no scruples.

He frowned. "The prisoner has received very strict anti-interrogation training? That's a bit tricky."

Wei Wei was a little dazed, Yuan Bihai, the director of MI[-] who seemed confident in front of everyone, shook his head, and finally stopped hiding his frustration: "No... no. That person is an ordinary mechanic."

The hand that was holding the bait stopped, and Qi Bo narrowed his eyes in surprise.He is an old man in his 60s, but his eyes are extremely sharp.

"How long has it been on trial?"

"It's been thirty days." Yuan Bihai said depressedly.

"How could it be? Ordinary people who have not received anti-interrogation training can withstand these professional tortures?" Qi Bo was even more surprised, "The bone is so hard?"

"Not really. No matter how the prisoner looks at it, he doesn't look like a strong man." Yuan Bihai smiled bitterly. "In fact, he would have the reactions of ordinary people, such as crying and moaning. Even after more than ten hours, he began to beg for mercy."

"Isn't it good to beg for mercy? Generally speaking, begging for mercy is a sign of surrender."

Yuan Bihai's smile seemed to be extremely bitter.

"He was just begging for mercy. We stopped torture him, but he kept shaking his head. What can you do?"

Yes, looking back on the first few days, it was a helpless tug of war!

That young man was not able to bear the pain at all, he soon lost his mind in pain, muttered, and kept begging them to forgive him.But as long as he stopped and asked him if he would confess, he would still stare with big black eyes and shake his head slightly with tears in his eyes.

It was at that time that a female staff member who was in charge of surveillance video was the first to apply to him for a job change.

It was an extremely absurd torture, on one side were young and weak teenagers who seemed to be about to collapse at any moment, and on the other side were sophisticated and professional MI[-] elites.

But just like the shocking escape a month ago, you felt that everything was under control, but you couldn't reach the end!

From not asking questions at all at the beginning and leaving everything to his subordinates, to finally coming to the interrogation room to put pressure on himself every day, Yuan Bihai's initial confidence finally turned to anxiety.

"I'm not afraid of your ridicule, teacher. We have used everything in the military intelligence department. Refreshing needles, nerve sensitivity accelerators. No rest, repeated suffocation, intensive electric shocks. Except for electric fingers, we have tried the rest, but nothing happened."

Sensitively capturing a piece of information, the old supervisor asked back: "Why don't you use the electric finger?"

Startled, Yuan Bihai said in a low voice: "The prisoner is the pilot of the mecha. If you use the electric finger... His hand will be completely destroyed."

"Is this important?" The old supervisor stared at him with vicious eyes.

Averting his eyes, Yuan Bihai reached out to pick up the second can of beer and began to drink it again.

Wiping the wine stains on his lips, he said: "There are many methods that are similar to the level of electric finger pain, and it is not necessary to use this one. We have already used the maximum power of the electric probe, and several times the prisoner was on the verge of a heartbeat." Sudden stop."

"But some people are particularly sensitive to finger pain. Why don't you try it?" Qi Bo said indifferently, "Besides, from a psychological point of view, if this person is an excellent mech pilot, he will cherish his hands very much." , Using this to extract a confession can create a greater sense of psychological fear."

Yuan Bihai drank beer in silence, and soon the second can bottomed out.The empty soda can in his hand creaked and it took a long time before he said calmly, "That imperial prisoner...is only 19 years old."