[Leave us in this world to die]

The crimes they have committed. 】

[The people over there are not worthy to be called human beings at all. 】

These words were undoubtedly a stern indictment of the most vicious of the worst of men, and it could be heard that the tone of the man on the phone was filled with great hatred when he said these words.

But what do these words really mean?

It sounded like the people of Sherlock's original world had done something unreasonable to the people on this side of Hell's Gate.

But in Sherlock's senses. Well, no, it should be said that in the senses of everyone in the world he is in, it is these demons who have trespassed into their own world and slaughtered humans everywhere, so the other party is the aggressor who has committed a lot of crimes.

Well, Sherlock hadn't heard the conversation between the two men, so he didn't have to think about the questions that had overturned his 30-year-old perception of life.

He's just sleeping now.

And during sleep, the drugs in his body are also constantly decaying, because he has sensed that everything around him is fake, so the effect of the spiritual placebo is also constantly disappearing.

If he continues at this rate, it is estimated that by this time tomorrow, he will be out of the control of the drug.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Suddenly, he was woken up by a series of footsteps coming from outside the door.

At this moment he immediately woke up from his sleep, for the footsteps were not very urgent, and each time he stepped on the ground, there was a heavy muffled sound.

Two seconds later, the door to the ward opened, and it was still the stout nurse, but by this time, his face was no longer the impatience that he had deliberately disguised before, but full of gloom, and he just stood outside the door, staring at Sherlock in the room for about two or three seconds.

"Bring him out." The nurse said in a deep voice, then stepped out of the way.

Then, from the side of the door, several guards wearing blast suits walked out quickly.

Sherlock had never seen this kind of explosion-proof suit, it was black all over, equipped with a sturdy all-encompassing black helmet, and judging by the thickness of the clothing, it should have a hard material bezel embedded in it.

And if Sherlock could pull out a gun and point it at the guards now, he would find that the shield that could be clipped to the inner layer of his clothes was as defensive as the thick outer layer of steam armor.

Of course, no one would hand Sherlock a gun now, and no one would even tell him what was going on, so the guards rushed to his bedside and set it up roughly.

Sherlock didn't resist, and in this case, the extra struggle could only bring unnecessary damage to himself, so he just let the guard set up the ward, and when he passed by the stout nurse, the two met again, and Sherlock asked tentatively:

"If I ask where this is taking me now, I guess you won't tell me."

Sure enough, the next second.

"Shut up!"

A guard beside him shouted loudly, and he directly picked up the butt of the gun in his hand and smashed it on the back of his neck with great brutality.

Now Sherlock's physical fitness is just an ordinary person, and when he was smashed like this, he fainted directly.

And when he woke up again.

"Forehead ————"

He snorted.

"The pain in the back of the head has not lessened; The hunger in the stomach didn't change either; The coma was not long. It seems that he was not transported far away, but in a mental hospital. ”

When Sherlock woke up, he thought of these questions first.

It was another second or two before he endured the pain and raised his head.

Immediately after, he found himself tied to a chair.

This chair was obviously sturdier and more high-end than the restraint chair in Lilith's office, because it had a lot of iron shackles on it, and its limbs, shoulders, waist and abdomen, in short, everything that could be tortured, all leaned firmly against the chair, and there were some threads of different colors extending from the back of the chair.

Sherlock had seen this thing at the venue of the New Energy Showcase.

Now, there are about twenty patches attached to the ends of these wires, all of which are attached to their bodies, including the locations of their temples.

Looking around, it doesn't look like anything special, just a small room covered in white tiles, and the only thing worth a look is a large instrument in the corner of the room.

Sherlock certainly couldn't understand what the device was, but it was clear that it had something to do with the patches on his body, and in addition to that, there were two people in white coats and masks and hats standing in the room.

Although they were wearing white coats, they were not the medical uniforms that Ms. Lilith was wearing, and they looked more like the staff in the slaughterhouse, who were inspecting the quality of meat, and there was a chilling smell of cruelty.

Having been with Watson for a long time, Sherlock could easily taste what was going to happen from the taste.

"Oh, it looks like I guessed right, and you know I guessed right, so I don't even pretend to be, right?"

He chuckled.

These words made the two staff members in front of them, or the torturer, frown, but did not speak.

In response to Sherlock, it was only a sudden and terrifying pain!

Such as the most delicate Ling Chi, a thousand cuts!

Sherlock had never experienced this kind of pain, without any warning, and went directly deep into the bone marrow, running between the nerves, in fact, it was not like a knife, nor like a soldering iron, because this pain could not be resisted by muscles, and acted directly on the deepest part of his soul!

electrocution

In addition to the innate fear of loneliness, human science and technology can inflict the most cruel torture on the body, and even to some extent, it can be said that there is no one, even a poor person who has been tortured and crazy, even if the threshold of pain has reached the extreme, even if the whole body is paralyzed and unconscious, can feel great pain from this punishment, because the electric current can directly act on every nerve protrusion, wantonly provoking the starting point of the heart beat, making people feel the most real, The most irresistible near-death torture.

Ten seconds later, the torturer pressed the button, and the uncontrollable and miserable trembling man in the chair finally stopped spasming.

For a human with ordinary physical fitness, these 10 seconds are enough to break through all the psychological defenses of the tortured.

Next, it was nothing more than screaming in pain, crying, begging for mercy, telling all the secrets he could tell, just begging not to press that power-on button again.

These two interrogators are used to this situation.

But the next second.

"Huh."

Sherlock smiled:

"If I let that friend see this, he'll be happy to death."

(End of chapter)