The torturer's brows furrowed even tighter, he didn't care who the other party's friend was, and he didn't feel too much surprise because of the other party's reaction.

Some people's tolerance for criminal law is stronger than that of ordinary people, and people who have been professionally trained are indeed able to endure pain that ordinary people cannot bear without breaking down.

This is normal.

Moreover, the person in front of him is from the other side of the space-time rift, although his current body has been suppressed by drugs to become a normal person, but his tolerance for pain should still be much higher than the average of human beings.

Judging from the state at this time, it should be three times, or even four times!

It's incredible, but it's good

Because in this way, you can watch him collapse little by little, let him forget all his good memories, crush all his hopes, until he becomes a walking corpse, and then drag him to the center of the city square and execute him in public.

As the previous phone call had said, no one would have the slightest sympathy for the visitors on the other side of the rift, because centuries of hardship and the crumbling world had brought too much sadness and anger to too many people, and this hatred had risen to the point of absolute opposition between species under the catalyst of a long time.

They call the people on the other side of the rift ——— defectors!

Because they have betrayed humanity!

So, after just a brief observation of Sherlock's state, the torturer pressed the switch on the shock again.

This time, it's 20 seconds!

Then, it's 30 seconds!

One minute!

Well, if someone deliberately prolongs the time of their collapse through professional training, then one minute seems to be a bit too long.

The two executioners glanced at each other, and after seeing the same surprise in each other's eyes, one of them brutally stretched the time to two minutes!

And the average person, under such a long-term high-intensity electric shock, should have muscle spasms, foaming at the mouth, and incontinence, but the person in the chair still insisted.

Finally, after another terrifying electric shock that was two and a half minutes long enough to paralyze an elephant on the ground, Sherlock's clenched hands finally suddenly collapsed, and he fainted weakly on his bloodshot face, which had been electrocuted.

“……”

One of the torturers was silent for a moment, then stepped forward and opened Sherlock's eyes, shining a flashlight on his pupils to make sure it wasn't pretending before turning around and nodding to another colleague.

"Hoo ———"

The other torturer seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and on the monitor next to him, he checked the opponent's heart rhythm fluctuations and muscle tone values throughout the execution:

"According to the instrument, the pain this guy endured is long enough to make a normal person completely mentally break down and become a madman 7 times, I don't understand why he can still hold on?"

"Who knows, maybe when he wakes up in a while, you can interview him."

The torturer on the side said in a cold tone, as if he instinctively wanted to show his most cruel and ruthless side when facing a defector.

"Forget it, the people on the other side of the space-time rift have gone through so many generations of reproduction, and it is estimated that they have already mutated genetically, although they look like a human, but their brains are nine times different from ours."

The man muttered just now, thinking of how much pain the two and a half minutes of electrocution would cause, and he shivered involuntarily, then picked up a small needle from the shelf on the side, and stabbed it roughly into Sherlock's neck, smashing all the potions inside.

This is a wake-up booster, which is quite common during torture in order to prevent the inmate from being delayed for too long due to a coma.

The effect of the medicine in this world is obviously much faster than the effect of the medicine that Sherlock knows, and in less than half a minute, the vital signs detector on the side of "Drip~Drip~Drip~" sounded, and Sherlock slowly opened his eyes.

He raised his head and looked at the two torturers in front of him, there was no fear in his expression, he was still very calm, and there was even a faint smile.

This attitude made the person standing in front of him instantly have a strong anger, so he leaned over, leaned down, and glared at Sherlock angrily:

"You should know where you are now, so I suggest you don't try to provoke me, it won't do you any good."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows more interestedly: "Yo, so I still have a chance to get benefits?" ”

His voice was weak, he was already sweating profusely, his body had developed some kind of uncontrollable voluntary spasm under the stimulation of a strong electric current, and those throbbing muscles would continue to pull out great pain without stopping for a second, but even so, a very inappropriate frivolity could still be heard in his tone.

The torturer endured the anger and surprise in his heart, and made his voice appear slightly softer: "Of course. Although you will not be able to make it back alive, if you can cooperate carefully, tell some important information about your side, such as who your leader, that is, the king, or the monarch, tell him all the information you know about him, and what is the main combat strength of your army, and can you describe what it is like to be a Contractor, and if the Contractor has some hidden weaknesses

In short, if you can provide some useful information, I can at least guarantee that you will not be so painful before you die. ”

Sherlock was silent thoughtfully for a moment, then suddenly smiled even brighter:

"Haha, that's nice."

"Nice?"

"Yes, I was relieved to hear what you said, at least I knew that I was not mentally ill, and it seemed that I had passed through the gates of hell and then came to your world.

Also, judging from what you just said, you don't know much about the world I'm in, and I guess you just got a few words from some means? At the same time, I can sense that you have some kind of great hostility towards our world, and I can't figure out where this hostility comes from for the time being

In fact, according to my original temper, I will have a great curiosity about the relationship between our two worlds.

But "

Speaking of this, Sherlock paused abruptly:

"But I don't like your hospitality, it's a little too rude."

The face of the torturer in front of him gradually became gloomy, he tugged at Sherlock's hair, pulled back and yelled, "Listen, I don't have any patience for you, so you'd better answer every question I ask you, otherwise"

"Or you're going to keep pressing that button? Haha" Sherlock interrupted the other party with a weak smile: "I'm sorry, but I can't hold back my laughter, you don't have the ability to get any information you want out of my mouth, so you press that button in anger, from beginning to end, are you just angry, yelling at me, and pressing the button?"

Then you don't seem to be the same as a monkey who has been trained to press a button, right? ”

(It's a bit chaotic in the past two days.,Make up another chapter.,But the number of words in each chapter isn't much.,But tomorrow it will be restored.,I didn't ask for a ticket this month ~Grievances~)

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