nebula story

Aisibo, the capital of Gotha Star.

A top-secret office under MI[-].In that cold and soundproofed interrogation room.

Not all the delicate electric fingers were energized, and among the ten finger cots, only two metal sheaths emitted weak electric sparks.

But when the button representing the simultaneous activation of the tight and electrified state was pressed again, the young lieutenant in charge of the drug torture still turned his head away reluctantly.

The moment the button was finally pressed, Chesu on the torture platform seemed to be torn apart with great force, but was firmly fixed again. In the circle, there was a bloodstain.

And from his throat, there was an unbearable, extremely painful cry.I don't know whether it was because of the excruciating pain, or the psychological despair and sadness. Chesu, unable to pass out, suddenly raised his head, and stared at his hand with dark eyes.

After a weak and painful sob, big drops of tears fell silently and quickly hit the table next to his head.

Ordinarily there should not be any sound of tears dripping, but the young lieutenant suddenly felt that he could clearly hear the heaviness of a summer rainstorm hitting the ground hard.

In extreme pain, he slammed his head against the hard countertop behind his head, but it became lighter and lighter due to loss of force...

A clear phone ring suddenly rang!Suddenly, the two people in the room were awakened.

With a gloomy face, the middle-aged interrogator answered the phone call from his superior, Yuan Bihai.Listening attentively, the young lieutenant beside him couldn't help but try his best to catch the latest instructions from his boss.

"Stop, stop everything! Immediately, now!" On the phone, the voice of their usually calm and self-controlled supervisor was surprisingly loud, almost yelling.

The look on his face changed from calm to bewildered. The chief torturer had just figured out what Yuan Bihai meant, and before he could react, the young colleague beside him jumped up! , staggered, and flew in front of the electrified torture instrument with unimaginable speed. Before he could make precise adjustments to the instrument, he immediately pulled out the wire with all his might! ...

However, within 10 minutes, the door of the interrogation room opened abruptly.

Seven or eight white-clothed military doctors wearing masks rushed in quickly, carrying stretchers, emergency medical equipment, and infusion sets.

The two torturers in the room backed away silently, looking in amazement at the military medical team with tense eyes as they were facing an enemy.

Although the boss said that all torture should be stopped immediately, but this formation?

"Quickly, untie his restraint belt!" The captain of the medical team headed by him yelled at them.

Stepping forward suddenly, the two torturers hurriedly began to untie the firm restraints on Chesu's limbs.

Pursing his lips, the young lieutenant carefully removed the delicate metal fingers from the prisoner's hand.Among the long and slender fingers, the rest were intact, only on the little little finger and ring finger of the left hand, the pale knuckles were covered with dripping blood, silently sprinkled a string of bright red on the torture platform.

I don't know whether it was due to the psychological strategy of gradually increasing the scale, or for some other reason, the chief torturer did not really start to torture the important middle and index fingers, but chose the little finger and ring finger of the prisoner.

Seeing a military doctor frowned and began to deal with the two disabled fingers, the young lieutenant relaxed slightly, and staggered down on the chair behind him.

Although he couldn't figure out what was going on at all, something seemed completely different at first, he thought vaguely.

"Sedatives, painkillers." The leading medical team leader ordered in an orderly manner, "Put on the oxygen mask and move carefully. Try not to touch him, he is more sensitive to pain than ordinary people..."

Through the open doorway, a figure in a white doctor's robe appeared again.Hurriedly walking to the stretcher and taking a look at Chesu, he waved his hand to signal his subordinates to continue.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and came to the torture instruments, and seriously began to record some data.

After completing the recording, he said in a deep voice to the two interrogators: "The original supervisor invited me here. I need you to provide some physical data of the prisoners so that we can carry out targeted treatment. Please cooperate."

Nodding hurriedly, the young lieutenant spotted the eye-catching black mole between the brows of the military doctor's mask with sharp eyes, and suddenly remembered his identity.

The director of the Second Military Hospital directly under the Federal Military Department, Fu Jiasheng expert?

After a period of intense work and preliminary treatment, the light but strong stretcher was quickly pushed out the door, and the almost silent pulleys left a series of fine scratches on the ground.

Through the special one-way viewing glass outside the interrogation room, the former Bi Hai and Qi Bo, the old and new directors of MI[-] who had rushed over, stood at the door together.

Reaching out his hand to stop the stretcher, the gray-haired old executive Qi Bo silently looked at the thin figure on the stretcher.

As if he had been tortured by the very brief torture just now and lost his mind. Although he was treated by the doctor for a long time, Chesu still closed his eyes tightly. lethargy.

That youthful face he was very familiar with, although the former beauty and aura had been worn away by the cruel torture for many days, Qi Bo still recognized him at a glance.

Yes, he has been watching in the top-secret files for more than ten years. Although he is not familiar with his every move in a foreign land, he is basically aware of all the turning points in Chesu's life.

——When was he branded as a pariah, and obtained the pariah nationality of the empire like those orphans; when did he start receiving Che'an's private education; Engineering College; and when was chosen by the prince of the empire as a partner mechanic...he knew everything.

Until a year ago, the plan of his guardian, Che'an, the chief spy of the empire in charge of the federal "Deep Sea" project, was completely derailed. Not long after, the shocking news of Chesu's death came.

——The irony is that it was not for the Federation, the best and most outstanding Federation boy genius in the second generation of the "Deep Sea" project, his death was for the Empire.

"Teacher..." Yuan Bihai's voice was hoarse, staring at the stretcher away, he suppressed the confusion and shock in his heart, "Why? Why is this happening?!"

"We are all at fault. Everyone is at fault." Muttering such a sentence, the old executive Qi Bo said with great gravity.

Waiting for him quietly, Yuan Bihai did not continue to press.

With his back that had always been straight, the old supervisor seemed to be very tired, and sat on the chair next to him, frowning at the cold touch.

"Che'an is at fault, I am at fault...Old General Xie Ruifeng is at fault." After a long time, the old supervisor looked at the confidential torture room that was clearly visible through the glass. The binding belts were scattered, and there were a little mottled blood.

Staring at the inside, he said shyly, "Only Chesu is not wrong."

Holding his breath, Yuan Bihai became more and more shocked.

"Because he never knew he was a federal citizen from the beginning to the end, right?" He asked tentatively.

"Yes." Nodding with difficulty, the old supervisor suddenly stood up, "I have to report to General Xie Zhan immediately and apply for participation. Also, come with me, just to see for yourself how I contact the intelligence line of the empire. "

Taking a deep breath, the old man's gentle eyes regained the sharpness of years: "It is imperative to contact No. 1 spy as soon as possible."

What a blessing... When the pain is unbearable anymore, I can suddenly stay away from all the severe pain.It was as if God finally took pity on him and gave him such a beautiful and extravagant gift.Closing his eyes in a daze, Chesu, who was lying on the hospital bed, was thinking in a trance.

There are all kinds of strange sounds around me.There was the sound of metal colliding, knives and scissors opening and closing, the faint sound of electric current from the instrument, the man speaking in a low voice, and some inexplicable sighs.

...Different from the interrogation room these days where there is always only forced interrogation, it is much noisier now.

Are you dying?

Why does the body have a clear feeling of being cut by something, but there is no pain?He felt the hallucination-like feeling in his body in a daze.

Look, he must be completely broken, with a body that can't feel pain, who has any way to continue to extract confessions?

By the way... that terrible man threatened him: If this continues, the integrity of his limbs cannot be guaranteed.But why cut his body apart?

Even if they dissected him alive, wouldn't they be able to dig out what was in his mind?

But it's so good, I can finally rest, I can escape the endless pain.At the beginning, he still whispered to himself in his heart, he must endure it, he must.The federal people will not really kill him, they are reluctant to part with the shocking secret in his mind.

...As long as you endure and live, there is hope for everything.

But I really didn't expect it, and I couldn't bear it at all.

Under those unimaginable professional tortures, the pain is such a strange thing. Compared with the whipping and bone fractures he tried before, it transformed gorgeously, revealing a completely different posture and shape, and invaded every pore and every inch of him. skin.

The pain was so painful that I wanted to go crazy, I wanted to humbly beg for mercy, I wanted to beg them to let me die...but I couldn't, even a coma was not allowed.

He never knew that being unconscious from the pain is actually a kind of welfare that is long-awaited but elusive!

If you die, you die.

It was those people who broke him, not because he really wanted to die.

I'm sorry, Father, and Your Highness Fern is sorry.It's not that I don't insist, it's really that those federal people have lost patience.He passed out vaguely.

……

Ahhh!It hurts again!Why did it start again?

...The pain that gradually became clear tore at him, and he couldn't bear it and forced to open his eyes, almost wanting to go crazy.

The environment around him has changed, no matter how dazed and distracted he is, he can still see that there is a neat and clean ward around him.There are bandages on the palms, an infusion set by his side, and a large transparent cover around his mouth, which seems to be delivering oxygen to him.

Not far away, several doctors in white robes were discussing something in a low voice.

They wanted to save him again, and they couldn't bear to let him die.Finally understanding this fact, Chesu felt a cracking pain in his chest, anger mixed with a trace of fear, he suddenly coughed, causing the infusion needles around him to shake wildly.

Turning around quickly, two male doctors ran over and looked at him with extremely anxious expressions.

"President Fu, the patient has woken up and is coughing up blood!" A doctor quickly switched on the miniature communicator on his chest and called in a low voice.

Another doctor quickly ran to Chesu's side, helped him wipe off the foam from the corner of his mouth, and began to check his heart rate monitor.

The door opened quickly, and a middle-aged doctor with an old-fashioned face and gentle eyes hurried to the bedside, a mole between his eyebrows was clearly visible.Looking at the concentration of blood foam spat out by Chesu with great experience, he frowned: "I'm going to pump out the pleural effusion, it seems to be suppurating."

Looking seriously at Chesu's dark and deep eyes, Fu Jiasheng, the director of the Second Military Hospital, comforted him in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid, we are doing our best to treat you, and you will be fine."

Yes, they would make him regain his sense of pain, and then destroy his fingers one by one... His body slowly trembled, and Chesu clenched his teeth tightly.

A little surprised to notice his trembling, Fu Jiasheng misunderstood that he was afraid of the next pleural aspiration, so he couldn't help saying as softly as possible: "It won't hurt very much, bear with it."

... Without responding to him, staring straight at his slightly moving lips, the boy on the bed slowly fell back, and passed out again.

"Dean, do you want to give him another injection?" The doctor next to him pushed his thick myopia glasses and whispered, "His wound after the operation should be very painful. Now pumping pleural effusion, I'm afraid it will make the situation worse." .”

Nodding his head, Fu Jiasheng reluctantly agreed to his proposal: "Yes. But after he wakes up, don't give him painkillers again."

"I know. His body has used too many refreshing drugs, and the side effects of that damn thing are very serious, and it conflicts with many drugs." Another male doctor snorted angrily, "What the hell are those people from MI[-] doing?" Dare to use such a ruthless thing in large doses!"

Glancing at him, Dean Fu Jiasheng looked calmly: "This is the military department, not a local community hospital, do you understand?"

"Understood! This is a prisoner of the empire." The male doctor muttered angrily.

Dean Fu said indifferently, "You only need to cure illnesses and save lives. Why are there so many complaints?"

"But I can assure you that if this kind of thing is known by the media and the public, the SI[-] gang will be drowned by the spitting stars! This is a serious violation of the prisoner of war treaty, and it has exceeded the limit!" Pointing to the detailed diagnosis and treatment records in his hand, from The young doctor in charge of internal medicine who had never seen such a thing was a little angry, "Even if we treat super war criminals and murderers, lynching should not be abused. This is not only inhumane, but also perverted!"

"Pay attention to your words." Fu Jiasheng said solemnly, "The military has its own reasons for doing things. Don't forget that your identity is first a soldier who obeys orders, and second is a compassionate doctor."