The blood-stained room was only seven or eight square in size at most, but whether it was the blood-stained scenery in the room, or the bloody and fingernail-sized things in the corner, Otto couldn't help but feel a chill.

The torture chamber was filled with all kinds of torture and torture equipment.

Whips and belts of different lengths with barbs and dots of flesh; long-nosed pliers stained with dark red blood; a meat-cutting knife that looks like an eagle's beak; Pocket-sized pointed and flat-tipped hammers; handcuffs hung on the wall to tie hands and feet; a slender steel needle thrown on the ground; There are also iron chairs welded to the center of the room with restraint straps......

It was supposed to be the first time he had seen these torture and torture instruments, but Otto had an incredible sense of familiarity. A sense of detachment and familiarity came at the same time, mixed with fear of the torture chamber, and the mixture of emotions made him feel as if his brain had been filled with a lot of paste, extremely chaotic and difficult to think.

Just when Otto's thinking fell into confusion, Zhao Xida's voice sounded indifferently without any emotional ups and downs and fluctuations.

"That's where they torture people."

With just a cursory glance at the torture chamber, the puppet girl had already guessed the approximate effect of the room, and recreated what had happened here in a simulated calculation in a mental model with the information and intelligence she had gathered.

"First, the inmates are tied to a chair in the center of the room and deprived of their freedom of movement."

A flash of inspiration flashed in Otto's mind, and faintly, some memory fragments quietly emerged from his mind with Zhao Xida's narration.

"There was flesh and blood tissue on the whip and leash with the DNA of different individuals, and there were splattered blood stains on the walls."

They will whip the victim with a whip and a belt, and the barbs on the whip and belt will hook his flesh and skin in the process of scourging, causing even more pain, until the opponent's flesh and blood are blurred and no intact skin can be seen.

"Nails remain in the room, and the wound is tearing flesh."

They would use long-nosed pliers to grip their nails, flesh, and then, in the wailing of their victims, they would tear these things off of others slowly but surely, like a precision machine.

"There is a small amount of blood and flesh on the pocket-pointed hammer, and there is also a small amount of blood on the flat-headed hammer."

They will use a small and small pointed mouth hammer and a flat-headed hammer to hit other people's bones inch by inch, inch by inch, and even knuckle by knuckle, so that the other person can feel the pain of ten fingers and heart.

"Long steel needle ...... scattered on the ground"

Yes, they would use a long thin steel needle to pierce someone's finger through the crack of their fingernails......

"Those Meat Knives ......"

Those knives are tools used to cut flesh a little bit, and you only need to press the blade against the skin lightly, and then pick it hard......

- They aim to destroy the spirit and will of others, and they enjoy it. They derive pleasure from the act of torturing others, enjoying the painful wails and begs for mercy of others.

More fragments of memory came flooding out, and Otto 'remembered' more things.

Fragments of memory flashed quickly in front of his eyes with Zhao Xida's indifferent words.

For some reason, he felt like his emotions were starting to get a little out of control.

Otto never considered himself a good person, nor did he want to be, but when he confronted these inhuman memories, he felt it tangentially for those who were tortured......

Wrath.

"The analysis is complete—the conclusion, not for the purpose of killing and torturing."

At the same time as making a conclusion, Zhao Jida also closed the confinement door of the torture room with her hand, making a soft 'click' sound.

The sound of the mechanism slamming the door shut frightened Otto into suddenly exiting that wonderful state, and he almost jumped up with a spirit: "Shit! Don't scare me like that! ”

"You're angry." Zhao Jida glanced at him indifferently, "Creatures secrete adrenaline when faced with stress and threat, accelerate the heartbeat, and strengthen blood flow to face the threat, you feel the pressure and threat......"

Otto's eyes widened in anger, and he raised his voice in denial: "No! ”

Then he was stunned, and doubts emerged from the bottom of his heart one after another: Why am I so angry?

Zhao Jida threw aside the torture instrument she had picked up before, and dismantled the stage without understanding at all: "Your heart rate, blood pressure, and respiratory rate are all beyond the normal range, your muscles are bursting out, your eyes are red, and your mood swings once reached a peak close to uncontrollable. ”

Otto was momentarily choked by this well-founded analysis: "I ......"

"Let's go." The puppet girl shook her head and didn't continue to dwell on this question, "The results of the biological detection have just come out, there are no other people imprisoned on this level, but there are still twenty or thirty people in the upper level, we have to act as soon as possible to create chaos and rescue the people here......"

"What to do?" Otto was stunned by the puppet girl's leaping thoughts, but his battle-hardened instincts worked and he felt a hint of foreboding, "Shit! You don't want me to be a coolie, do you? ”

"That's right." Zhao Xida took out a lump of rubber-like things from her arms and handed it to Otto, "You can do what I say next......

…………

The shadow world is shallow, otherworldly to the point where you can see bizarre scenes and twisted shadows everywhere.

For the first time, Alex, the old hunter, was caught in a bitter battle.

It was as if his surroundings had become enemies, and the shadow monsters were also pulled to pounce on him with their teeth and claws.

From the appearance of all kinds of anomalies to the present, he has not even seen the shadow of the master.

If it weren't for the lines of traces that surrounded the surroundings, the lines had faded to the extreme, and pointed to a looming figure hidden behind the bizarre phenomenon, I am afraid that Alex would have wondered if the master had run away.

The ground beneath my feet turned into a swamp, and every time I stepped on it, I felt like I was stuck in a quagmire, and not only could I not fully exert my strength, but even walking became an extremely difficult thing.

Blackened, withered arms poked out of the wriggling ground, trying to pull Alex's calves.

But before the arm could touch his body, a deafening gunshot broke the dead silence in the street.

Boom!

The flintlock pistol in the old hunter's hand burst into flames, and the pointed mercury bullets engraved with intricate patterns burst out of the chamber and hit those withered arms, and the special blood poured into the core of the bullet gushed out at the moment when the mercury bullet shattered, pouring on those withered and charred arms!

Whoa—

The withered and charred arms were poured with special blood, and after being poured with special blood, bursts of white smoke came out one after another, and they contracted back in pain. But at the same time, a series of attacks followed.

The strange light clusters and clouds turned into huge fists and hit Alex under the interference of other forces!

At the same time, blood gushed out.

In the face of the clouds of light and the shadow of the cloud fist, the old hunter decisively cut the palm of his hand, manipulated the blood gushing out and turned into a small shield suspended in mid-air, layered on top of each other, and blocked the way of the fist shadow in the sky!

Bang bang!

Each punch was blocked by a small shield made of blood crystals, making a dull crashing sound.

The fist shadow and shield both cracked, and when Alex reappeared, a circle of rune knives had been nailed to his feet, and under the influence of the rune knives, the ground under his feet returned to its normal state, and it was no longer as sticky as before.

The old hunter took out three rune knives from his trench coat and threw them along the line of traces, but he watched the looming figure flash a few times, avoiding the rune knives that broke through the air, and hiding behind other strange phenomena, he couldn't help but be furious, "Are you just hiding in the shadows and doing these little tricks?" ”