nebula story

"This slap is to pay you back for Xiao Su! On Fisher Planet, you humiliated him like this in public, and now you say such cruel words."

As if frightened, Chesu, who turned his back to the screen, blinked his eyelashes and looked at them cautiously.

Nan Zhuo on the side showed a trace of sarcasm, looked at Fern, and said softly: "Xiao Su has been on this torture platform for 30 days, but I can't even stand it for 10 minutes. It seems... ...I'm not alone in my cowardice."

Looking back at Nan Zhuo suddenly, Fern's voice was hoarse: "... What did you say 30 days?"

"Do you dare to continue watching?" Nan Zhuo looked into his eyes, full of strange expressions that Fern could not understand, "Of course there is no way to watch the entire 30-day video at once, why don't you hold the remote control by yourself , choose any part you want?"

Looking at the two of them, Fern's face became paler and paler.After a while, he finally took the remote control in Nan Zhuo's hand in silence.

The frame-by-frame pictures continued again, and under Fern's restless random switching, the time display in the lower corner of the screen showed that day after day had passed.

The motionless shooting angle, repeated injections, and various unimaginable tortures again and again.Apart from convulsing and hissing incessantly, the tortured youth on the torture platform had no other reaction, like a fish on a chopping board.

The moans and cries of the previous few days were quickly silenced, and the people on the torture platform were obviously quickly lost their voices in excruciating pain.Except for the inquisitor's futile questioning over and over again, there is no other movement on the whole screen, only the unchanging scenes that are as cold as hell, which are so depressing and suffocating.

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The remote control in Fern's hand, the speed of fast-forwarding is constantly increasing, and accelerating!Without being able to fast-forward to the end, he stood up abruptly again, his lips trembling: "Enough! I..."

Senran interrupted him, Che'an snatched the remote control with his hands, and timed to the last segment.The iron-like palm twisted the emperor's face dripping with cold sweat, and he forced him to look up at the screen again: "The next last paragraph, let me finish it. —— If you dare to close it for me Eyes, I dare to cut off your eyelids, do you believe it or not?"

Stiff as a rock, the emperor's face seemed even scarier than the people on the torture platform.

When the interrogator's rigid and cold threats sounded, he finally suppressed the violent reaction with the greatest willpower, and instead listened more quietly.

"Your ten fingers will be crippled, not only will the phalanx be shattered, but the electric current will also cause irreversible damage to the neurons of the fingers... We will give you 10 minutes to think about it."

The delicate instruments of torture carried the coldness of metal, and they were put on the boy's fingers one by one...

Chesu, who was drowsy in the camera, finally raised his head suddenly, looking in horror and despair at the torture instrument he had never seen before...

After struggling frantically, the threats around him continued: "Think about it... If you continue to be obsessed, not only will your body's internal organs be damaged, but your limbs will also be mutilated, and there is no way to recover them."

The button was finally pressed, and the electric current struck silently.Fern, who was staring at the screen, looked at the bloody lips of the young man on the screen, and finally heard the desperate lip language clearly.

"Your Highness...Your Highness...help me..."

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"Ah, ah!..." Suddenly, a short and hoarse scream sounded beside them.The complexion changed drastically at the same time, and all the people looked at Chesu in unison!

Staring blankly at the scene that just ended, Chesu quietly turned his face away without knowing when.Staring there blankly and terrified, his eyes seemed to be haunted by the image, unable to move anymore.

Suddenly, he squatted down and hugged his head with his thin wrists, trembling with some unspeakable fear.

Quickly rushing over, Nan Zhuo hugged him in great pain, his voice filled with panic, "Xiao Su, don't look! Don't look...it's okay, it's over..."

He suddenly grabbed his hand, but Chesu on the ground seemed to be hit by an electric current again.Vigorously breaking away from Nan Zhuo's embrace, he crawled towards the corner miserably on hands and feet, until he shrank to the small gap under the console, where he had nowhere to retreat.

"Xiao Su!" The pain in his heart was like a knife, Nan Zhuo also rushed over, his tall and strong body blocked Fern, trying to pull out Chesu who was huddled there.

Trembling all over, the stupid boy whimpered vaguely, and hid his emaciated hands with calluses in his arms: "Help...help..."

Through Nanzhuo's shoulder, not far away, Fern's eyes finally fell on Chesu's face.He didn't have any obvious expressions, and he lacked emotions like shock or madness. He just looked at it from a distance, as if he couldn't think or act.

"Wesley..." He only called out these few words, his hoarse voice seemed to have lost his voice, and he couldn't continue.

Not quite understanding what His Majesty meant when he called him, Wesley waited for a long while before carefully trying to answer a few words: "Your Majesty, this is a long-shot video that has not been edited, and it is not a forgery. Based on my experience, it is certain that The physical reaction of the victim is not fake, of course...no one can act for such a long time."

After a pause, he looked at the emperor's eyes that were as empty as stagnant water, and added nervously: "This is a confession made by the federal people, and some words were obviously erased from the video, probably because we don't want us to know what they are asking. .”

…Slowly raised his head, the young emperor who had been so strong that he was crazy and paranoid looked at him, but he didn't seem to dare to look at Chesu who was aside.

There is a dead silence, accompanied by the lifeless snowflakes on the huge screen, and the faint sound of "beep" is the only sound in the room.

"Minister Wesley, you must have tortured countless prisoners in your life." Che'an finally said lightly, his sharp words piercing the cold air, "Based on your professional experience, such extreme torture methods are the best How long can a tough prisoner last?"

After a moment of silence, Wesley replied honestly: "I don't know where the limit is. Ordinary people often can't last long, but trained spies or soldiers are faster, because...under extreme pain, they can always find a way suicide."

"But he can't, he hasn't received any professional training." Che said quietly, his flat tone was just stating, "He doesn't know how to kill himself, and he can't even make himself unconscious."

Finally, he slowly looked at Fern, his blood-red eyes were filled with grief that had reached its peak: "His Majesty the Emperor, he was lying on that torture platform for 30 days in order to help your empire keep a secret... sky."

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As the sun set, the gendarmerie and royal guards anxiously guarding outside stood silent.Outside the palace wall that was brutally blasted, the streets within a few miles had already been strictly guarded. The restless His Royal Highness Lance wanted to rush forward several times, but he was still forcibly stopped by the loyal guards in his bedroom.

The back of Minister Wesley, who was fully in charge of the scene, blocked the door of the central monitoring room, and he didn't even move a little.And in that small, brightly lit control room, there was deathly silence.

A captain rushed to Wesley and whispered something in his ear.

After glancing at Che'an heavily, Wesley finally spoke, breaking the dead silence in the room: "Your Majesty, the rest of the federal party who responded outside captured two of them, and they escaped the rest. This subordinate is incompetent."

Che'an's fist was clenched quietly in pain.

Turning to look at Fern, the gun in his hand was still facing him: "Your Majesty, our last card is here, and I just want to ask you one last question."

Without looking at the son in Nan Zhuo's arms, he said in a shy voice, "Since Chesu was stupid enough before and really doesn't understand anything now, can you...give him a way out?"

Raising his head slowly, the imperial emperor's eyes were a little dazed.

"Survival?..." he murmured.

"He is already demented. Send him back to the Federation and let his real family take care of him for the rest of his life." With tears in his eyes, Che'an, the spy leader of the Federation, said, "He has parents he hasn't seen in 20 years, and his grandfather is seriously ill. Dying, chanting his name all the time."

Looking at him, Fern suddenly laughed softly, which was particularly abrupt in the silence.

"You just... want to take him away?" He asked softly, his eyes were strange.

Yes, they suddenly threw out such a thing, making him unable to breathe, unable to think, breaking his heart and soul, and then wanting to take that person away, completely obliterating his existence in his life and leaving Mark of? ! ...

Staring at him, Che'an misunderstood him.Nodding his head, he slowly dropped the only gun in his hand on the ground, and said: "We came here, and we didn't even think about retreating in one piece. — Let my subordinates go, I'll stay."

A look of surprise flashed across his face, and Wesley's heartbeat suddenly accelerated!

Nan Zhuo, who was squatting on the ground and had been gently hugging Chesu, also stood up when he heard this sentence.

Gently opening Chesu's hand, he looked at the terrible wound on Fern's shoulder: "I shot and seriously wounded the Emperor of the Empire, and I never thought of going back alive."

With a slight smile, he looked a little arrogant: "The reason why you want to kill Chesu today is to give an explanation to Fan Zhong's father who sacrificed his life to save him?——Don't be embarrassed, this explanation, I'll give it."

Striding towards the door, he heavily pushed Wesley who was blocking the door, and said in a clear voice to the countless surrounding guards outside: "Marshal Green, please take a step forward."

Looking at the blood-soaked federal man in astonishment, the soldiers outside raised their guns nervously.

Among the rows of soldiers, an old man with gray hair slowly stood up and walked to the front of the formation.

"I am an active soldier of the Federation, Nan Zhuo, the commander of the Elite Flying Battalion. I led the ambush in the Fisher star ambush in the empire over the years. Fan Zhong, the captain of the imperial machine repair brigade, was shot to death by me and my teammates. "His amber eyes shone in the twilight, carrying a chilling determination.

"Your son is brave and good at fighting. He is the opponent I admire the most since I went to the battlefield. But if the incident happened again, I would still do the same thing." He slowly took out the gun from his waist and threw it at the sixty-year-old man opposite him. The old man, "One life is one life, don't let hatred be involved in irrelevant people, it's not fair."