"Keating has already told me." Verak looked at Lecter's back and said.
Lecter's hand caressed each torture instrument and carefully selected it: "He said it...then did you ask for any information?"
"No." Verak felt a little cold on his back shoulders. He watched others choosing the torture tools to be used on him. The sense of oppression and fear could not be suppressed at all.
"Did you not ask, or did you not ask at all?" Lecter finally picked out a satisfactory torture instrument and held an object that looked like a dinner fork, but was longer than a dinner fork and had sharp prongs on both ends.
in hand.
Verak saw it, and he couldn't figure out what that thing was used for, but it wasn't scary at all. What made him even more unsure was that Lecter was still choosing other torture instruments: "...I asked,
He didn't say."
Lecter sighed regretfully: "Newcomers like you, especially those who originally lived in a big city, will make a bad habit, that is, you are used to maintaining an attitude of neither being humble nor being arrogant. It's because you can't understand the situation.
You were just arrested, why didn't you make any corrections after you came in? You really don't know how to adapt. Now that you have come to a place like this, you should immediately lower your eyebrows and kneel down with your soul."
"If it were so easy to kneel down, how many people would be caught?" Verak asked in return.
"That's right. To put it bluntly, we are people from two different worlds. I can't understand your thoughts no matter what, so I only focus on the results." Lecter once again picked a torture instrument that Verak couldn't see the use of, and walked up to him.
.
"What is this?" Verak asked, staring at the two torture instruments in Lecter's hand.
Lecter first put down the double-headed fork and patiently fixed another torture instrument on Verak's hands: "If you don't obey, this thing will pinch off your fingers."
The fingers of Verak's hands passed through the gaps of the device and were fixed, and as Lecter twisted the mechanism, the clamp-like device tightened tighter and tighter, almost pinching his fingers alive!
"Stop!" Verak shouted.
"Is this unbearable?" Lecter stopped, but instead of giving up, he picked up the double-headed fork.
Verak desperately tried to pull his hand out of the thumb clamp. Lecter put a hand on his forehead and said softly and pervertedly: "Don't move, or you will be in big trouble."
With that said, Lecter tied the double-headed fork around Verak's neck, one end against Verak's chin, and the other end against the middle of the collarbone.
Because before fixing, Lecter had tilted Verak's head as far back as possible, so after the double-headed fork was fixed, Verak's head had no room for movement. He only needed to move a little, and the double-headed fork
The two ends will immediately be inserted into his chin and chest respectively.
Verak tried to shake his head from side to side, but this did not improve the situation even a little bit except that the two heads were placed on his chin and there were bloody marks on his chest.
Lecter stepped back, admiring the masterpiece.
At this time, Verak was handcuffed to the chair and unable to move, his hands were clamped by thumb clamps, and his head was tilted back to the extreme. The posture was extremely funny to Lecter.
"Isn't it the first time that you, who were born into a noble family, have been treated like this? How does it feel? Can you still maintain that feeling of neither being humble nor arrogant?" Lecter was in a happy mood and sat on the interrogation table, hunched over and dangling his legs.
, "I can't even see your expression. I can only see that you are trembling all over. Can we have a good chat now?"
Verak wanted to speak, but he opened his mouth slightly, and one end of the double-headed fork pierced directly into his chin. Blood flowed down his chin, neck, and to his chest. He had to purse his lips as much as possible and retract his chin.
"There have been no new prisoners from Lezein here for half a year, which makes me quite lonely. Your home should be in the West District, right? You should also know that we can't contact the outside world a few times a month.
, so I also read the newspaper yesterday afternoon
I know how much commotion you have caused in Lazerin." Lecter knew that Verak could not speak. His eyes were attracted by the blood, and he said to himself, "The situation in your family is not good now. Yesterday
It also announced that it has officially withdrawn from participating in the World Expo.”
After hearing the news from Lezein, Verak, who originally maintained an extremely uncomfortable posture and endured the pain to remain silent, looked at Lecter as much as possible.
Lecter held his chin with one hand and looked into Verak's blood-red eyes: "I guess you must really want to know the news about your companions. Your gang commits crimes against the odds, and as their leader, you should be worried about them all the time, right? They
Was he brutally killed, or was he hiding like a mouse?"
"Sue—" Verak gritted his teeth, keeping his jaw as still as possible, and struggled to make an indistinct sound, "Sue—I—"
"It would be too boring to tell you like this." Lecter jumped down from the interrogation table and wandered to Verac, "Can you expect a deputy warden to selflessly reveal such information to a prisoner?
Important information?"
After Lecter came closer, Verak, who raised his head, saw that he finally didn't have to work so hard: "What do you want to do?"
"Use any means you can think of to get the whereabouts of the gold out of Keating's mouth." Lecter put his hands in his pockets and said coldly, "At that time, I will not only be able to tell you the news about the rebels, but I will also be able to tell you the whereabouts of the gold."
Let it out."
"You...why...don't you go..." Verak didn't understand Lecter's logic. He had the time to interrogate himself and forced himself to ask Keating, so why didn't he ask Keating directly?
"Because I can't ask." Lecter tilted his head and was very dissatisfied with Verac's words. "I hate people talking nonsense to me, so I need to be punished."
He twisted the mechanism of the thumb clamp crazily, and the metal thumb clamp tightened even more, causing Verak's fingers to straighten out in pain, twisting indescribably.
"Uh..." Verak's body resisted instinctively and struggled to shrink his arms, but the shackles were firmly fixed and he did not move even a little bit.
"Don't move, or I will twist faster." Lecter moved closer to Verak while twisting, his indifferent eyes reflected Verak's bulging veins and flushed face.
Verak's eyes widened in anger, his teeth clenched tightly, and he tried his best not to resist fiercely.
Lecter stopped turning his thumb clip and took out his handkerchief to wipe Verak's sweat: "How's it going? Is this deal a good deal? If you ask about the whereabouts of the gold, you won't have to endure these tortures anymore, and you can learn about your companions first-hand.
news, and then leave here openly."
"Oh……"
To Leckter's surprise, Verak did not become obedient after suffering a bit. Instead, he grinned and sneered disdainfully at him.