The next day, Director Kadokawa came to the third floor to inspect.

Kadokawa is a demon in the minds of prisoners, and his arrival will cause a lot of shock in the hearts of every prisoner. Because everyone knows that as soon as this devil comes, someone will be unlucky.

He came to do four things: first, to participate in the interrogation of important prisoners; The second is to "take away" those prisoners who are stubborn and stubborn to the end, and claim to other prisoners that because they have performed well and have shown repentance and meritorious service, they have been released, but in fact they have been secretly dealt with; The third is to bring those who are sick and dying back to the research institute located in the depths of the cave for human experiments.

The interrogation techniques used by the discipline are completely copied from the current interrogation system in prisons, and its methods are cruel and bloody, and some of the punishments are simply appalling.

In order to hide people's eyes, the training center is not located in the city of Poseidonia, but in a place called "Jiuqu Bridge" in the suburb of Qixing Town. It is located deep in the mountains, sparsely populated, surrounded by hills and dense forests, and the terrain is quite hidden, so the prison is located here.

Kadokawa entered cell 309, his eyes swept over the faces of the two prisoners, and he turned to the chief guard and gave him a look. The chief caretaker had a good heart and knew that the director would personally interrogate Richard today.

Kadokawa stared at Lee and asked, "Is your name Richard?" ”

"Yes, I'm Richard."

"Do you know your crimes?"

"I don't know. I have no sin at all, it is you who are guilty! ”

Richard's face was awe-inspiring.

"Oh, we're guilty? Tell me, what are our sins? ”

Richard stared at Kadokawa sternly and said, "You have many crimes, is it a crime that you kidnap civilians for no reason?" Is it a sin for you to conduct inhumane human experiments on real people? Is it a crime for you to replace the human brain with a brain crystal chip, and is it a crime for you to set up a private prison and use lynching? Enough, you have destroyed humanity and lost your conscience, and sooner or later you will be unlucky. ”

"Yo, you're interrogating me, you don't know whether you're alive or dead," Kadokawa said with a hideous face, "Wait a minute, you'll know, the punishment you are talking about doesn't exist at all, we only use a gentle, well-intentioned method, the purpose is just to make you repent and rehabilitate and become a new person, understand?" ”

"I don't understand!"

Kadokawa turned around and ordered, "Take him into the interrogation room." Then he walked out.

Kadokawa went downstairs and returned to the interrogation room in the basement of the function building located next to the Ventilation Plaza.

As Richard was led through the corridor by the guards in shackles, a pair of eyes appeared above the cell door. Richard knew that they were prison inmates, and Richard did not look at them, but he could feel that those eyes were full of contempt, anger and suspicion, or sympathy, pity and worry. Downstairs, the extremely heavy iron door in front of him was slowly opening, and Richard knew that inside was the second courtyard of the training center.

The iron door opened, and entered a short corridor, there were four rooms on one side, and there were four lights hanging above the corridor, I don't know if it was because the wattage was too small or the power was insufficient, the lights were not very bright, and it showed an eerie chill in the corridor.

An hour later, the interrogation began, and Kadokawa was the presiding judge for this interrogation.

Except for the heavy, muffled breathing of the five men behind the table, there was silence in the basement.

The man tied to the bulky oak chair in front of the table made a screeching "clucking" sound. I don't know how big the basement is, and the colors on the walls are blurry. There was only a single beam of light throughout the room, enveloping wooden chairs and prisoners. It was an ordinary reading lamp, but with a high-powered bulb, which was very bright, adding to the heat of the already overheated basement. The lamp was clamped to the left edge of the table, and the shade was twisted so that the light shone directly at the chair five meters away.

The five men sat behind the table, their bodies and shoulders lined up, but the prisoner's face was invisible, and the only way to see each other was to leave his chair. Walk to the side and avoid direct light to discern Richard's silhouette.

Thick straps tied Richard's ankles to the legs of the chair. The chair had armrests, and the prisoner's wrists were also tied to it with thick straps, another strap around his waist, and another strap around his shaggy chest.

There was a table in front of him, on which the tape recorder's working light glowed a faint green light, and the reels of the tape kept turning, recording every word he said at any time.

Except for the sound of breathing, it was quiet in the basement. All were wearing shirts, sleeves rolled up high, and sweat. The smell of sweat, metal, and foul smoke all mixes.

The needle of the syringe was stuck in Richard's arm, and a tube of pink needle medicine was pushed into his vein. Richard felt a fog in his head, dizzy, his eyes became more and more blurry, his ears buzzed, and he had auditory hallucinations.

Kadokawa, who was sitting in the middle, finally spoke. His voice was soft and gentle, respectful and courteous.

"Listen, poor Mr. Richard. You'll tell us, maybe not now, but in the end you'll definitely say. We know you're a brave man, but even then, you won't last long. Why not tell us? Tell us that you will be free, and all pain will be away from you.

"Do you think those senior officers of the MIA are not allowed to say anything here? If they were present, they would have ordered you to tell us, and they knew very well that no amount of stubborn resistance would help. You know that whoever you are, you will always speak in the end. No one is exempt. Isn't it, Mr. Richard? No one can hold it up to the end. So why not say it now, huh? After that, you can go back to bed and sleep peacefully, and no one will disturb you......"

The man in the chair lifted his scarred and swollen face, his eyes looking at the light, his face glistening with sweat. Richard's eyes began to swell, whether the needles worked, or because of the blinding light, no one could tell. The face looked at the table and the darkness in front of him, and after a moment he opened his mouth and was about to speak, when something came up. His head drooped again, and his chin drooped over his chest. At the same time, the shaggy hair shook in the negative.

The voice behind the desk began to speak again.

"Listen to me, Richard, you're a tough guy, we know and see it. You've survived three interrogations, and you've broken the record. But even then you can't hold on, but we can. Richard, if necessary, we can keep you alive, all the time awake, without eating or sleeping, and living on needles, day after day, week after week. But there will be no more merciful treatment. It's the age of technology, some drugs have been invented, and torture is almost obsolete, which is good news for you, right? So why not say it? You see, we all understand. We know that pain. But these little pliers, they don't understand. They just don't understand, and they just keep doing it. You want to tell us, Richard? How much information does the MIA have about our 'Metco'? What are your heads going to do with us? What are your important plans? Which detective or agent do you still keep in touch with? What is the connector code? Who are your uplines and downlines? What's next for you? Yes? ”

The big head hung down on his chest, slowly shaking from side to side, as if his closed eyes were looking at the two small copper pliers clamped on the **, looking at one first, then the other......

Kadokawa nodded to a doctor.

Another tube of needles was injected into Richard's veins, this time pale green and thicker.

The body in the chair rose silently, as if an invisible hand behind it was holding it up and floating. The muscles of the legs and wrists tighten the belt outward, and although there is a thick pad, the belt seems to strangle the muscles and bones. Medically, those red, swollen eyes were invisible, but they now protruded outward, staring at the ceiling above.

Richard's mouth opened in surprise. After about half a second, there was a scream in the lungs, followed by a series of screams.

Richard used shouting to relieve the pain, and he fainted again and again, woke up again and again, fainted again, and woke up again......

Hold on, hold on! He kept admonishing himself, but his heart was at its limit, and his will was on the verge of collapse.

Another voice in his head said: "Just confess everything, why suffer this pain, it doesn't matter if you dare to say it, say it, say it......" But another voice reminded: "Can't say it, can't say anything,

In his brain, there were two voices talking, arguing, as if there were two wills, each irresistible.

At this moment, Kadokawa lost his patience, waved his hand, and walked out of the interrogation room with a hanging face.

Richard was carried back to his cell.

Indra looked at this man with only half a life left, his breathing was scattered, and he felt in his heart that he was a tough guy, because few people could survive such torture. Perhaps tomorrow morning, he will be carried away and thrown into the back mountains to feed the wolves.

When it was dawn, Richard slept so deeply that he didn't even have a dream. Richard was awakened by a rough roar. The two guards who sent Richard in the day before yesterday banged fiercely on the cell door with an iron rod and shouted inside: "Get out of here, fuck, move fast!" ”

Richard rolled over and sat up, seeing that his roommate Indra was already sitting on the bed. He saw that Richard was moving a little slowly, and reminded, "Hurry up, friend, they can do anything." As soon as he finished speaking, the cell door was opened, and the guards shouted at the door: "Get out of here, line up!" ”

Indra led Richard to the door, though his legs were as soft as noodles. At this time, there were already dozens of people standing in this small corridor. When they saw Richard come out, many people looked at Richard. The eyes of these people are complex, some sympathetic, some suspicious, and some vicious. They all stood up straight, not knowing if they were deliberately using posture to resist anything, but more like Indra, they stood motionless with their heads slightly bowed.

The guards shouted as they walked with iron rods: "Don't talk, don't move!" "No one spoke, and no one dared to move.