Chapter 827 (1/2)
Taoist Jiang woke up vaguely. His brain was drowsy and empty. Severe pain reverberated in his brain. He struggled and found that he could not move. The pain in the back of his brain made it difficult for his brain to resume operation for a while, making him moan unconsciously. From time to time, the vague voice reached his ears.
”The art of punishment is very exquisite. It depends on science, not brute force to get what we want...”·
”Young master, leave everything to me!”
”We have 180 ways to go down Maoshan. We must make this old man Regret living in this world!”
”Vulgarity... I've also read your heretical methods. The book says, peeling! Cramping! Scraping the bone marrow... Bamboo sticks, inserting eyes, and releasing small iron brushes from the urination path... It's vicious enough, but the ingredients of anger are greater than extorting confessions. I don't agree with the use of methods to the disability or even death of the object when tortured.”
”Jianghu means! I know... People should be afraid of you. It's cruel, terrible and inhuman. The most important thing is that when it comes to punishment, it's deep hatred and hatred! It's most important to take a breath, but now we don't want to take a breath... We want what he says. So let me try first, OK?”
”Young master, just do it. How dare we talk more!”
”Oh! Don't talk like that. Discuss! It's to better complete the task and achieve the goal. It's not my authority to pressure you, right? We discuss each other in order to dig out the things in his mouth and better complete the work, right? If it's because I'm a little Grandmaster, everything has to listen to me. What's the significance of holding this meeting?”
”What about now? With my method, he will be fine for the time being. When it proves that my method is useless, we will not regret killing or maiming you. Do you agree or disagree? Let's discuss it democratically and equally?”
”What the little master said is!”
Taoist Jiang was fully awake at this time. He dared not open his eyes and pretended to be in a coma, but soon he heard a word that made him desperate, ”that little ancestor, I'll get water and wake him up!”
”No!” said the young man with a strange accent of capital Mandarin, ”he's awake!”
Taoist Jiang felt that someone came up to him and looked at him. The young voice said, ”look, the state of the eyes under the eyelids of a waking person is different from that of a comatose person...” there was another sound of hearing the cable. Taoist Jiang felt that someone had removed his eyelids, and a dazzling light beam immediately shone on him, making his eyes tingle.
”The pupil shrinks when the light is shining, but in a deep coma, the pupil's response to the light will disappear. This is a conditioned reflex that people can't overcome at all... Not to mention those people like him who even shed tears and keep blinking.”
The hand pinching Taoist Jiang's eyelid loosened. Taoist Jiang still could only see the vast white in front of him. He kept blinking and shaking his head, not trying to pretend to be unconscious.
The voice asked again, ”master and Taoist, how can you see that he is awake?”
”Back to the young master, his shoulders are tight. The shoulders of comatose people will be more relaxed, but he is too nervous, and the look on his face...” Taoist Jiang can finally see a little light and shadow after listening to the two voices and discussing seven or eight ways to distinguish the look and posture characteristics of comatose people. Standing in front of him was a young man with excessively short hair. He looked calm and looked at him like
Wang Chen looked at the only clue in his hand. He woke up healthy and sober. He had asked other survivors in the Taoist temple and tried all kinds of knowledge about extorting confessions by torture he had heard in his previous life. Just because those clues were not as precious as Taoist Jiang and President Jiang, he also asked the teacher's palace to try their means of going down to Maoshan and teaching nine things, It was quite bloody.