"Big man, I've caught a fish with an experimental object here, two small fish, they don't open their mouths, and they have to be judged for a while. How's it going over there?"

There was no response from Dark's side, and Vanessa waited patiently, and now she found that this pervert did have two hits, not only with developed limbs, but also with a mind that was not as simple as she imagined. So she decided to change "pervert" to "big man", of course, just by title.

After about an hour, Duck responded, "I'm in a bit of trouble here. ”

"What, do you need support?"

"Hmm. Three guys set fire to the workshop and I took it down. All three guys were fanatical and committed suicide by taking poison. ”

"Isn't it your specialty to deal with dead bodies?"

"No kidding, the neighbors called the police, and now the police are talking to me, I don't have time to get tired of them, come and help." I'll go to your place and see how it's going. ”

"Then won't our relationship be exposed?" "It's like something, don't talk nonsense - it doesn't matter now, the key is whether you can judge something over there." ”

"Don't worry, even if it is an iron mouth and steel teeth, the old lady can also ask them to open their mouths, so that you can see what professionalism is. ”

Vanessa moved quickly, reinforcements arrived within ten minutes, and as soon as she saw the uniform of the inquisition, the police immediately became polite and polite, and the formalities were handled neatly. Twenty minutes were done, and an hour later, Duck arrived at the arrest team.

Yes, in addition to Vanessa, there is another old priest named Fernandez.

The priest looked to be in his sixties, his face was covered with age spots, he was very thin, and his back was a little rickety, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. However, the old priest wore a fist of short steel claws with sharp edges.

Duck quietly started the team chat: "Lala, this old man's weapon is very special." What for?"

Duck has a slime sticker on his shoulder, which is equivalent to a small video circle that can communicate with Isabella in real time.

Isabella replied, "A boxer among the ascetics, who uses claws and gloves as weapons. It seems to be the judge, a member of the torture team subordinate to the courtroom of the court. ”

The old priest took the initiative to greet Dark: "This gentleman must be the righteous Mr. Dacora who gave us clues, and the Inquisitor Fernández greets you." ”

Duck didn't have a good impression of all the Inquisition personnel, but the old priest was polite, and he couldn't go too far, so he bowed slightly: "Hello to you from Duck's workshop, may the Holy Light shine on you." ”

After the old priest finished greeting, he said to Vanessa: "The blood of the whole body has been sucked up, even the blood-sucking priest Servi of the year can't do it. I'm interested. ”

"But, Father, this is not the same case. ”

"Vampire Slimes and Hand Slimes — allow me to call them — are clearly not spontaneous, they must be hereticals. There must be something related to the heresy that appeared in the Holy City. Although I am no longer in his position, several of the judges are very busy, so I have come to this trip on my behalf. Captain Vanessa, this is the beginning of the interrogation, shall we?"

Vanessa smiled far-fetched: "Ah, this, Father Fernandez, you just came from Fartican, and you have worked hard all the way, so take a rest first?"

"No, lest the rat slip back into the hole. Mr. Dacora, we are short of excellent alchemists right now, and since you are here, I'm afraid we will have to trouble you, so let's get started, Captain Vanessa, please lead the way. ”

Vanessa had no choice but to lead the way.

The three of them walked to the dark basement and walked to the door, where Duck smelled the stench of burnt flesh.

Pushing open the door, two people were tied with iron ropes on the torture rack, and their whole bodies were stripped naked. They were covered in whip marks and black triangular scorching marks, and the jailer was shoving the soldering iron back into the furnace to reheat it.

As soon as he saw the three of them coming, the jailer hurriedly stood up: "Big sister, priest, Mr. Dacora!"

Vanessa was a little annoyed: "It's been so long, why haven't you confessed yet!"

"Don't say a word useful!"

"What do you mean?"

"Except for scolding or scolding. ”

Vanessa said angrily, "Have you pulled your nails?"

"Three per person pulled out, and it didn't work. I'm putting on the soldering iron!"

The two people on the torture rack sneered in unison when they heard this.

Fernández said kindly: "This brother, don't be anxious, the real heretics are extremely determined guys, and it's normal that conventional means are ineffective." Besides," he said, glancing around, "this is not a professional torture chamber, and what you do best is to capture rather than interrogate heretics, so how about leaving it to me?"

Not being blamed for his incompetence, the jailer secretly breathed a sigh of relief and flattered, "So, dare to ask Lord Fernandez, how can you get the heretics to speak?"

"Pain alone doesn't work well. Try applying honey to them and putting it in the corner of the basement and soon the ants will make them talk. ”

The jailer's scalp was numb, and he hurriedly patted the horse: "It deserves to be an adult!"

One of the prisoners sneered, "Okay, then let's try!"

Fernandez said calmly: "Don't worry, this is just a small measure, and the effect is too slow." Lend your meat for use. As he spoke, the figure flickered and pressed to the prisoner's side.

Dark's heart twitched: So fast!

With a bang, a sharp claw popped out of the fist glove, stabbed and picked, and with a snort, a piece of meat on the prisoner's thigh was ripped off with the belt.

The prisoner let out a terrible scream, shaking the torture rack.

Vanessa's face turned pale, and Dark's face sank like water, and he didn't speak.

The old priest said to the jailer, whose legs were trembling, "This kind of wound will definitely become inflamed and die, go get some salt water and wash him." ”

The jailer replied tremblingly, and ran out as if fleeing.

The old priest turned to Vanessa, "Captain Vanessa, is there mercury here?"

"Uh, this ......" Vanessa looked at Dark.

Darker nodded silently and took out a test tube.

"Heh, too much, it's all the work of an alchemist, don't waste it, just a drop. ”

Duck took out another empty test tube, put a drop of mercury into it, and handed it to him.

The old priest stood up on the bloody piece of flesh, turned it to the side of the two prisoners, and said, "Look, you two, this is a piece of intact human flesh, what will happen if I drop a drop of mercury on it?"

As he spoke, he stood up and dripped mercury into the layers of skin and muscle, and the mercury held up a bead under the skin.

"If the flesh was transparent, the presentation would be better – that's not possible, of course. As he spoke, he put the meat back in his hand.

The old priest shook it gently like the water in a bowl, and the beads rolled back and forth, and everywhere they rolled, the skin was lifted up.

Finally, the old priest put the meat back on his side, and with his other hand he nimbly connected it with the test tube, and the mercury fell silently into the test tube.

The flesh was still in the hands, and the human skin, curled into a ball, fell to the dust.

He handed the tube back to Dark, and then smiled at the two prisoners and said, "Behold, the skin and the muscles are separated, and this is the wonderful use of mercury!"

The faces of the two began to turn pale, and the whole body of the man who had not been cut trembled.

The old priest said kindly: "Actually, the skin is also divided into many layers, as long as the technique is beautiful, it can be separated little by little, but now we don't have so much time, let's go straight to the topic." Draw a small slit on the top of their heads, and then drop a drop of mercury into them, and we will get two perfect human skin specimens. Even better, you two can still be alive – do I need to do this?"

Without answering, the old priest sighed helplessly: "Then there is no way." Let's do it quickly. As he spoke, he casually threw away the piece of human flesh and walked over to the trembling man: "It seems that the will is shaken, but I want to start with you first, because finally killing the strong will make me feel more fulfilled." Come on. ”

"No, no, wait-"

Before he could finish a word, the old priest's fist gauntlet popped out of its claws, and one claw stabbed into the man's elbow socket, twisting it slightly.

With a scream that did not resemble a human voice, half of the man's body convulsed, and then, with his mouth and eyes crooked, foamed at the mouth.

Vanessa quietly stepped back, and Duck watched it all with a dark face.

Fernandez said: "Just now we saw the layering of flesh and skin, now let's talk about nerves. There are a lot of special locations in the human body that are the intersection of various nerves, and as long as a little stimulation is applied to these locations, it will respond faithfully. The mouth can lie, but the nerves don't. As he spoke, he stabbed the man in the lower abdomen again, and the man immediately drowned, and his legs twitched vigorously.

The other roared, "You are coming at me!"

Fernandez raised his eyebrows: "Yes, please wait." I'm going to have a good time first—shivering young man, is it cool?"

Darker couldn't stand it anymore and said, "With that level of spasms, I can't speak." ”

Fernandez laughed, "What's the use of keeping him?" he said, slashing his claws.

The blood gushing from the major arteries soared more than three meters high, and some even painted the ceiling.

All convulsions and pain came to an abrupt end.

"It's cruel, yes. If these heresies succeed, all the people, including us, will suffer a thousand times more than this. People are so strange that they don't care about the tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people who died in wars, and they just feel a number, but when they talk about the deaths of their neighbors, they sigh and empathize with them! Tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of people are really different from one another, but why do we tend to keep our eyes fixed on the suffering of one or two people and forget the suffering of many more!"

The old priest closed his eyes and sighed, "So, judges, you must keep your mind in mind. Even if the ignorant are regarded as demons in magic robes, they must do their best for the happy and stupid life of the ignorant!

"To be a beast for the sake of a fool?"

Fernandez smiled, "Sure enough, a righteous man who can understand us who are called bastards and demons." ”

"There are no innocents in the world, only crimes are different—don't worry, honorable priest, I haven't finished speaking, I don't dare to misinterpret the teachings of the Holy Religion," Duck said coldly, "but there is no one who cannot be redeemed, right?"

The old priest's sinking face suddenly relaxed: "Yes, yes, I almost thought-"

"When is this going to end?"

Fernández walked up to the man who didn't open his mouth and sneered, "Do you think it makes sense to insist?"

As he spoke, he stabbed the man in the back of the head with a claw, twisting it slightly.

Duck was shocked to see the man's eyelids hoisted, his eyes rolled, and his pupils shrunk to the size of pinheads.

He spoke.

"Bakerson Street, 36...... Mana...... Thy kingdom, come. ”

Then, he died.