Everyone has an inner appeal, which cannot be deceived by careful disguise, whether it is from behavior or verbal tendencies. Z is a man with an infinite desire for power, he is not satisfied with the indulgence of jurisdiction, he seeks true freedom, a country without constraints. However, in Zhan Tao's opinion, this is not easy, as far as the information he has gathered, the [C Authority] is full of minions, and there is no space and time for it to develop.

No matter what Zhan Tao thinks, Z will not give him a chance to lobby, in his eyes Zhan Tao is no different from those who have succeeded in brainwashing, all he needs to do is to repeatedly impact his mind and destroy his will. Life in the cell was not easy, the porridge was cold, the mattress was wet, and the day was in a daze in front of the potholed and silent stone wall, and even the torture became an entertainment to pass the boring time. Although the strength of his body is different from that of ordinary people, the pain caused by the torture instrument will not be weakened in the slightest, and in such inhuman torture, Zhan Tao's endurance is developing in a strange direction.

The most obvious change is that at first, when the torture is carried out - a kind of finger pinching torture, Zhan Tao will roll his eyes in pain, and even faint, but later no matter how hard the torturer uses, Zhan Tao is indifferent and seems to be numb. This kind of endurance only stimulated the bloodthirstiness of the torturer, and then the torture was even more extreme, Zhan Tao endured it silently, never shouted for mercy once, even if his body seemed to be roasted in the hell fire, but his eyes remained firm and clear.

Dragging his tired and scarred body back to his cell every day, and listening to the disgusting sound on the tape recorder repeatedly, for Zhan Tao it was more uncomfortable than torture, it was simply mentally devastating. Z didn't intend to give the prisoners any time to breathe, he occasionally took the time to meet Zhantao, and one day, he said to Zhantao, your companion has compromised.

Naturally, it was Lily Zhou, Zhan Tao was relieved, he was worried about whether she could survive it, and taking the initiative to surrender was the best choice for her. In fact, Zhan Tao didn't know the reason for his stubbornness, what was he holding on or waiting for? Isn't it good to admit defeat? At least he didn't have to endure these pains anymore. Before leaving, Z told Zhan Tao that he was the person who had survived the most time in history, so he didn't want him to die out of his intention, but if he insisted on doing so, he would only become a puddle of mud in the corner of the foul smelling wall.

Zhan Tao finally asked Z a question, "Do you think you can succeed?"

Z looked at him fixedly, and suddenly replied with a smile, "Does it matter?"

It turned out that twelve days had passed, and Zhan Tao decided to take action on the thirteenth. Today's torturer is still the same person, he has not changed in the past thirteen days, Zhan Tao is familiar with his face, when the blood under the torture instrument is dripping, he will be happy and his face will be distorted and his pupils will be dilated. This man is a madman, and the purpose of his life is to torture people, and perhaps it is a war for him, and only the tortured cry and beg for mercy can he proudly take off the banner of victory.

Zhan Tao did not accept the softness for a day, he could not taste the deliciousness of the fruits of victory for a day, although he still had pleasure during the torture, but when he returned to the rest room, he felt extremely depressed when he thought that there was a stubborn prisoner on hand. It can't go on like this, he said to himself. So, on the thirteenth day, he decided to take some action. If this person still refuses to admit defeat, it probably doesn't matter if he kills him, no one will care. In the prison department, there is probably nothing easier than killing someone.

On this day, before the execution, Zhan Tao asked, "What's your name?"

The torturer was stunned, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Mu Sen." ”

"Good. Zhan Tao closed his eyes, "You start." ”

As for many days, no matter how cruel the torture of Zhan Tao was, it was as unresponsive as a dead corpse, not even humming, and the silence of the tortured person was tantamount to mockery in Mussen's eyes. His chest burned with the fiery rage, and he pressed Zhantao's head into the ice bucket and whipped him on his back with red-hot iron tongs. The once smooth back was already covered with countless whip marks and scars, which did not come from the battlefield, so there can be no talk of honors and medals, they were only ugly scars, and they were given in a very humiliating way.

Mussen was always cautious, never unshackling the shackles and handcuffs during torture, and only loosened the shackles when the person was dying and could not move and had to be sent back to the cell. Today Mussen doesn't plan to wait until that time, before that there will be a result, either throw in the towel or die. Zhantao's willpower is too tenacious, Mu Sen spent a lot of effort, but still can't achieve satisfactory results, he refuses to give up, so today's sentence is extraordinarily long.

On the other side, Zhan Tao was also waiting, he waited for the end of the torture, when he was sent back to the cell, he didn't notice the strange situation today, Mu Sen's mood was very angry, obviously better than before. No, if you go on like this, you will really die, Zhan Tao thought in a daze, he needs a chance, just one, and he is confident that he can kill Mu Sen in a very short time. As for the consequences, he didn't care! Opportunity may really be waiting for someone who is prepared, before sitting on Mu Sen's favorite tiger chair, he needs to unshackle for a short time, and Zhan Tao, who was originally unconscious, suddenly popped his eyes open!

Mu Sen was shocked, instinctively reflexively wanted to escape, he saw the real killing intent in Zhan Tao's eyes, which he had not seen in more than ten days, and the strong emotion of resentment accumulated into the bone marrow. Mussen realized that silence was a silent rebellion, and that his silence did not mean that he was not angry, on the contrary, he kept everything in his heart, waiting for this imminent moment. No, how can there be a lazy sick cat, but a tiger has not woken up.

"I've asked your name. ”

"Mussen, right? ”

"Okay, I don't want to kill someone whose name I don't even know. ”

Zhan Tao said three sentences in a row, and then subdued Mu Sen at an incredible speed, maybe Mu Sen will never understand why he can maintain such vigorous energy after being tortured? The reason is very simple, if someone can eat every cold prison meal very hard, if someone can sleep peacefully in the midst of screaming every night, if someone can reasonably control their emotions and not vent excessively, then this person must be able to do it.

Zhan Tao condensed the thirteen days of torture into two hours and used it on Mu Sen, of course, this set of torture was carefully designed by him, and it took a lot of extra thought, but fortunately, the effect was good and not in vain. Two hours later, Zhan Tao could no longer see the desire for life in Mu Sen's eyes, yes, that was good, and he ended the life of the walking dead.

Thirteen days later, he walked out of his cell, and there were so many guards outside that he didn't think he could get out.