For civilians who are not police officers, the basement of a police station building is a mysterious place, often in the form of a dark dungeon, in the word of mouth and in the stories that people have passed down from mouth to mouth.

The dripping roof, the miserable wail, the bones of Bai Sensen and the bloody torture instruments are essential elements of horror in the dungeon.

However, the fact is that the basement of the police station building is often used to store miscellaneous items or stock up on daily necessities, and occasionally when the detention room is insufficient, the police officers will take the prisoner to the basement for temporary detention.

Of course, on rare occasions, some police officers will do some modifications to the basement and use it for torture.

For example, at this moment, the basement of the Dingwu Police Station, temporarily requisitioned by the secret police, has been transformed into a torture black room.

A black room is not black, a police term that refers to a separate, enclosed space where the interrogation process is not recorded.

In fact, the dark room was well lit, and two high-powered searchlights were aimed at the two tortured people, and the blazing white and dazzling lights were like cold flames, scorching their spirits and wills.

"Gentlemen, we still have plenty of time, but I must remind you that I am not a patient man."

With the help of a voice changer, Alex Shelby's voice became eerie and low, making people palpitate.

He wears a standard black dress nicknamed "butcher's apron", a black police hat with a skull as a badge pattern, and his silver hair, forehead and eyebrows are pressed under the brim, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

The two inmates refused to cooperate, and there was no response other than heavy gasps.

"Okay, okay, I don't want to hurt anyone, including you, but you guys leave me with no choice."

Alex sighed, put on his sterile medical gloves, and pulled a scalpel as thin as a cicada's wings from the torture box.

The secret police officer in charge of the torture took off his blood-stained gloves and silently stepped aside to make room for the chief.

Alex walked up to the young man in a camouflage combat uniform and asked softly, "Answer me, what's your name?" ”

"My surname is, you*mom, no, my name is the Federation!" The young rebel grinned, revealing bleeding gums.

"The answer is incorrect." Alex shook his head slightly, his right hand passing through the victim's eyes at a speed that no one else could see.

The two pieces of flesh slowly peeled off with blood threads, and the rebels were stunned, then in sharp pain, and he struggled, screaming, trying to blink, but couldn't—because Alex cut his eyelids.

"You are a Fa cultivator, maybe you can carry it, oh, I hope you can carry it, because it is more in my interest for you to live." Alex smiled at him and plunged the needle into his neck to inject the potion.

When interrogating the monks, the effect of the elixir was not ideal, so it was necessary to cooperate with auxiliary means. Alex put down his scalpel, took a pocket watch from his pocket, and raised his right hand to turn the bracelet and watch back and forth in front of the rebels' eyes.

"Answer me, what's your name?" Alex repeated the question again, and this time he got a different answer.

Jia ...... Victory...... Sharp. The rebels glared at the enemy in front of them, their eyes unable to close their eyes involuntarily swaying from side to side with their pocket watches, gradually losing focus.

Alex took off the voice changer and continued to shake the silver pocket watch engraved with the Ouroboros, and after a minute, he asked again, "Jia Shengli, tell me, why did you come to this city?" ”

Jia Shengli replied in a mechanical tone: "I am a special commissioner of the electronic special operations battalion of the 275th Division of the Wannian Yandi, participating in the T24 top-secret operation, and going to Dingwu in Jizhou with the team. ”

"Who appointed you? How many people are involved in the action? What are the goals of your mission? Alex was still shaking his pocket watch, but the silver watch seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, causing fine sweat to ooze from his forehead.

Jia Shengli's eyes were split, and he tried to resist, but he couldn't resist the invasion of truth spitting and hypnosis.

"The assignment order was given by Mr. Cao Gengchen, the chief scientific research officer, and a total of twenty people participated in the operation, six died when entering the second domain, and six died when chasing civilians. The goal of our mission is to find a cemetery and take out the special items hidden in the tomb. ”

"Whose grave? What did you take out? Alex asked urgently.

"I don't know."

"Whose tomb! What was taken out! ”

"I don't know."

Jia Shengli's eyes widened, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

"Ho-" Alex lowered his arms, gasping for breath for two minutes before he could shake off the suffocating sensation of the devil holding his throat.

After recovering as before, he wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, slowly put away the silver pocket watch, and glanced coldly to the right.

The other victim on the right is a man with pus-sores on his cheeks and rotten flesh, his hands and feet tied to the torture rack with ropes, his body covered with whip marks, and his skin is open.

Seeing Alex turn his head to look at him, the man's eyes showed fear.

"Answer me, what's your name?" Alex picked up the scalpel and seemed to be going to do it again.

"Huang Han, my name is Huang Han, this is my real name."

The man wept bitterly and howled like a pig: "I was forced, officer, sir, I don't want to collaborate with the enemy, I was forced, they used my handle to force me to do things for them, really!" They knew I was reluctant, so they couldn't trust me, so they didn't tell me anything, so I didn't know anything, I really didn't know anything! ”

"Tell me how the rebels came and how they got there, tell me everything you know, and I can consider sparing your life."

"Listen, Mr. Huang, I'm not trying to coax you, you know, I'm a secret policeman, not a murderer, if you can create more value for me if you live, why should I let you die?"

"I believe that you are not willing to collaborate with the enemy, so I have decided to give you a chance to make meritorious deeds. Please help me find the escaped rebels, and in return, I will train you to be a double agent. Not only will you not die, but you will have a more exciting life. ”

Alex smiled harmlessly, in stark contrast to the skull on his head.

"I really don't know, I really don't know-" Huang Han turned over and over with only this sentence.

"The pain of flogging is unbearable."

Alex pointed to the whip marks on Huang Han's body and said with a smile: "According to my experience, Mr. Huang, if you really don't know anything, even if it's to escape the whipping, in order to get a moment of respite, you will make up some false information, but you don't say anything, you keep repeating this sentence, 'I don't know', no, it's a lie." ”

With that, Alex snapped his fingers, and the two secret guards lifted the stove and walked forward quickly.

In the raging fire, a pair of iron shoes burned red.