The rain poured down with the autumn wind into the cell, like smelling bloody wolves, and the wet moss under the iron bars grew more and more cheerfully under the moisture, and the green made people palpitate.

Austin lay on the hard floor, squinting at the gray light coming in through the tiny window, calculating that he had been locked up for about four days.

Looking down at the scars on his body, tiny wounds covered his body, dozens of lash marks tearing muscles revealed what he had been through in those few short days.

Austin slowly moved his body that was about to shatter, and his sensitive nerves instantly let out a strong protest, causing him to let out a heart-wrenching moan.

After watching Green leave with the girl that day, Austin wanted to explain something in the face of the gathered soldiers, but his eyes happened to see the smiling eyes of Von Lantrin in the crowd.

Then, the three were taken to the legendary "black prison" by the magistrate of the trial house who rushed to the court, and were interrogated separately. It was an interrogation, but rather a simple torture, without repeated questioning, without yelling and scolding, and without the slightest mercy and humanity, the silent hellboy tried all the means that would not disable people once, and in just a few hours, Austin's will to be in the wilderness with the cold night completely collapsed, and he vaguely vomited out everything that the other party asked.

Then the jailer used the same set of torture instruments on him and threw him to this place.

In fact, there is still a big difference between the black prison and the rumors in the outside world, at least it is not dark and dead here, a small window for ventilation can occasionally have a beam of light shining in, but his broken body can no longer support him to move to a place where he can shine light. As for the sounds, the occasional screams and the roars of unknown creatures made him think it would be better to be quiet.

Austin tore off the moss in the corner and put it in his mouth, trying to absorb a little water, the source power slowly flowed in his body, trying to repair the broken body, but the hunger pang followed, and the uncomfortable feeling of burning in his stomach was gone, and his third-order body of the fighting system was now only a burst of dizziness, and the powerful recovery ability had become a kind of torture that made him feel dizzy due to the lack of energy.

There was no food or water in the black cell, only the moss in the corner kept him alive like a mouse.

Suddenly, there was a sound outside, different from the sound of roaring and screaming, like ..... leather boots stepping on the hard ground step by step, sonorous and powerful, striding meteors!

It was also a light rainy day, and in a small courtyard in the lower town, I saw a person who didn't fit in with his surroundings!

Ignoring the pain in his body that was about to burn his nerves to ashes, Austin crawled towards the door in a distorted posture with his blurred vision.

It's like a lizard that can't escape the fate of death even if it has a broken tail.

The sound of leather boots stopped at the doorway, followed by the sound of keys shaking.

Open the door! Open the door!

The joy that was about to explode in Austin's heart extinguished the only shred of reason that remained, and he actually stood up and threw himself towards the door, most of the scabbed wounds on his body collapsed, and the blood instantly stained his red-dyed clothes close to black again.

The door slammed open, and Austin, who had no time to react, made a close contact with the door and fell to the ground hard.

Von Lantlin's figure appeared in the doorway, his gaze swept over Austin, who had passed out, and then at the jailer standing nearby.

The jailer shrugged his shoulders and said, "I was measured, he just lost too much blood and hadn't eaten for several days, I remember you mentioned this person to me, so you didn't play him to death, after you healed him, the operation of the source force will not be affected, those muscle lacerations....... I think your operations department also has a way to deal with it." ”

The green tendon on Von Lantlin's neck jumped, and he took a deep breath slowly, resisting the urge to shatter the jailer's head with a single shot.

Those who can become black jailers are all old people from other departments of some courts, and after retirement, they are arranged to be placed in black cells, giving them a place to retire, and by the way, satisfying their perverted habits. Because Austin was the person Von Lantlin had specifically mentioned, a relatively "mild" jailer was arranged for him to interrogate.

At least there were no broken hands and feet.

Such a person Feng Lantrin does not want to be offended, not to say how strong these people are, but the people who can enter here always have an intertwined network of relationships behind them, which makes the simple-minded and well-developed departments of the Operations Department feel a headache.

With a wave of Von Lantlin's hand, the adjutant hurriedly stepped forward, first wetting Austin's lips with water, seeing that he was licking unconsciously even in a coma, and measured his heartbeat, and nodded at Von Lantlin.

Von Lantrin stepped forward, took out a potion and shook it, only to see that the green liquid in it bubbled, and seemed to come alive with the shaking, constantly hitting the glass wall.

As the potion was injected into the body, Austin's physical condition gradually stabilized, and the body that was chilled from exhaustion and hunger in the coma gradually warmed up, and the tense nerves finally relaxed.

"Isn't this thing in production yet?"

Von Lantrin suppressed the deep disgust in his heart, forced himself to calm down, and said, "It's just that the effect is not very stable...... There were a few of these special potions that were distributed to everyone, but no one dared to use them, and they didn't want to appear on the research report list of the scientific research department later. Anyway, this kid is half-dead, I want him to recover as soon as possible, use this medicine to work the fastest, if he can't bear to die, I can still sell the body to the scientific research department to make a lot of extra money. ”

The jailer laughed, and in such an environment, Feng Lantlin's body chilled, looked at the adjutant beside him, and thought maliciously while touching the short stubble: I will not come to the black prison if I am killed in the future, the newly sent adjutant seems to have a good psychological quality, and the work of lifting people will be handed over to him later.