Taoist Jiang woke up in a daze. His brain was drowsy, and there was a severe pain echoing in his empty brain. He struggled for a while and found that his body could not move. The pain in the back of his brain made it difficult for his brain to resume operation for a while, making him moan unconsciously. A vague sound came to his ears, sometimes big and sometimes small.

"The technique of using torture is very exquisite. It depends on science. It cannot be achieved by brute force..." ·

"Young Master, leave everything to me!"

"We have 180 ways to go down to Maoshan. We must make this old guy regret living in this world!"

"Vulgar... I have read the methods of your sidelines. The book is written, peeling off the skin! Cramps! Scraping the bone marrow... Bamboo sticks, inserting the eyes, and putting a small iron brush from the path of peeing... Vicious is enough, but the component of venting anger is greater than forcing confession. I do not agree with the means of using the disability or even death of the subject when torture."

"Are you a martial arts way? I know... I want people to be afraid of you. Cruel, terrible, and inhumane. The most important thing is that when it comes to torture, it is deep hatred, hatred! It is the most important thing to breathe, but we don't want to breathe now... we want something in his mouth. So, let me try it first, okay?"

"Young Master will do it, how dare we talk too much!"

"Oh! Don't say that, discuss it! In order to complete the tasks better and achieve the goal. It's not to use my authority to suppress you, right? We discuss it with each other in order to dig out the things in his mouth and to complete the work better, right? If I am the young master, everything has to be listened to me. What's the point of holding this meeting?"

"What about now? He will not have any trouble with my method for the time being. When it proves that my method is useless, we will not regret it when we are here. Do you agree or discuss it with democracy and equality?"

"What the young master said!"

Taoist Jiang was completely awake at this time. He did not dare to open his eyes and pretended to be in a coma, but soon he heard a sentence that made him desperate, "That young master, I'll go get water to wake him up!"

"No need!" The young voice with a strange accent in Beijing, said: "He is awake!"

Taoist Jiang felt someone walking up to him and looking at him. The young voice said again: "Look, the eye condition under the eyelids of the awakened person is different from that of the coma..." Another serene sound was heard. Taoist Jiang felt someone pulling open his eyelids, and a dazzling beam of light immediately shone over, causing his eyes to hurt.

"When the light shines, the pupils shrink, but when you are in a deep coma, the pupil's reaction to the light will disappear. This is a conditioned reflex that people cannot overcome... If you even have tears flowing out and blinking, let alone."

The hand that pinched Taoist Jiang's eyelids loosened, and Taoist Jiang could only see the white space in front of him. He kept blinking and shook his head, no longer trying to pretend to be unconscious.

The voice asked again: "Master, how did you see that he is awake?"

"When the young master, his shoulders were tense. The unconscious person would relax his shoulders, but he was too nervous, and his expression on his face..." After hearing the two voices, Taoist Jiang finally could see a little light and shadow clearly after hearing the two voices. Standing in front of him was a young and overly short-haired man with calm expressions. When he looked at him, he was like...

Wang Chen looked at the only clue in his hand, healthy and awake. He had already asked other survivors in the Taoist temple and tried all kinds of knowledge about torture and confession that he had heard of in his previous life. However, because those clues were not as precious as Taoist Jiang and Chairman Jiang, he also asked the Teacher Palace to try their way down to Maoshan, which was quite bloody.

But what is disappointing is that others know very little information, and this Abbot Jiang is a confidentiality person!

In addition to asking some vague and trivial things from another surviving Taoist priest, there is no clue about the person coming from Shangqing Palace. Therefore, it is very necessary to ensure that Taoist priest Jiang is completely, healthy, and calm and sober. He said what he knows. Wang Chen taught the Gong Gong: "Inquiry information, you should keep the torture subjects sober and calm. You are so bloody and cruel, and people are crazy. How do you ensure that what he says is true, and is organized, clear and complete?"

"That's right, it's true that you can ask something out, but if you don't know what's clear, if you don't know what's complete, that's a mess!"

"The Jinyiwei needs to use those methods because they do not need a clear and complete confession. They can bite people out. That is the means to deal with Shangguan, get promoted and make money, so they must be cruel and ruthless. The people in the Jianghu need to use these methods because they want to vent their anger and take revenge. This is the method of the Jinyiwei as an official and the Jianghu people in the Jianghu, and our methods of doing things are different."

"When doing things, you must be organized and be realistic..., right?"

"According to research by the CIA, the authenticity of the things that are tortured is not the same as ten. They will explain some things and make up some stories to prevent themselves from being tortured... Is the CIA? It is the Jinyiwei of another country across the sea."

"In this country of the United States...their Jinyiwei worked hard to study these things, and the cruel officials there were probably even more cruel than the Ming Dynasty. Such severe punishments and laws would inevitably be uneasy!"

"Haha!" Wang Chen said with a smile: "It's a policeman in the world! Of course, he needs to use a room from all directions."

Taoist Jiang saw a little Taoist priest bringing water to Wang Chen, and there was a layer of ice floating on it. The little Taoist priest said crisply: "Master, I found their ice cellar, and according to your instructions, it broke and sprinkled it in the water basin."

Wang Chen rolled up his sleeves and smiled gently to the young and old next to him, "I don't know why I used ice cubes, but seeing that they were all using them, I took a picture of it! However, it is said that this improvement has reduced the mortality rate of torture by a lot, which may be related to the oxygen in the blood! Now I use water without chili powder first... I was not skilled in the front, and I used chili water first. I didn't have a good grasp of time. It was difficult to count. I just did someone who was tortured and died... This time I have experience, so I should be able to grasp it!"

As he said that, Wang Chen turned around and said to Taoist Jiang, "Now let's go through it first, the question... I'll ask you later!"

When Taoist Jiang saw him lifting the basin, he forced him to force him. Another master Taoist grabbed his hair and said in horror: "Wait... what do you want to ask... I will say... I will say now! No... no!"

Wang Chen said calmly: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, it's useless to be anxious... Let's go through it first. If there is something, I'm talking when I ask you." The Commander Gong nodded and said: "That's right... go through it first!"

Then Taoist Jiang felt someone pulling his scalp numb, and a strong force pressed his head into the washbasin. The cold water slapped his face in a random manner. Taoist Jiang struggled violently, but Wang Chen and the commander Gong held him firmly. Wang Chen silently counted: "One, two, three..." as if he was not torture, but completing the task.

Taoist Jiang's violent struggle made his blood oxygen consume very quickly. After fifty blows, the conditioned reflex made him unable to help but open his mouth, breathe and swallow hard, and a large amount of water was sucked into his stomach, lung lobes, trachea and bronchials, causing strong stimulation, making him unable to help coughing and vomiting, but coughing in the water would only allow the water to rush into the trachea faster.

Taoist Jiang's hands, which were held down, began to become strong, and he struggled like a dehydrated fish. His legs were scattered, and he felt the pain of his lungs and trachea burning. The Taoist Jiang sat on his feet to prevent him from overturning the basin of water.
Chapter completed!