Lecter's face froze for a few seconds, and then he revealed an even more ferocious smile: "Very good."
Verak glared at Lecter pretending to be calm. He could never compromise or give up the fight, but doing so did not mean that he was not afraid in his heart.
He had just seen Lecter's methods, not to mention that it was just the tip of the iceberg. There were so many torture instruments in the interrogation room, and Lecter was a complete lunatic. If he got serious, he would even just give Verak one by one. Verak had three lives.
It's not enough.
"Actually, gold is nothing to me. It is just one of the reasons why my father arranged for me to come here. I am willing to help him do it just because it can naturally expand my hobbies." Lecter left.
He went to the interrogation table and started tearing up the paper, "What I lack is not money, but a rare toy like you. So, your refusal to cooperate is exactly what I want."
"Toy……"
"Yes! A very high-quality toy!" Lecter listed Verak's advantages as a toy from a very strange angle, "You and I grew up in the same place, and you are as pampered as I am, but in terms of personality you are different.
It’s completely different from me, and it’s really fun to torture someone like you.”
Verak didn't know what to say. Now it was obvious that Lecter was preparing new torture methods.
As long as he doesn't give in, Lecter will continue to get worse, but if he gives in, he will be dead.
"Huh..." Verak let out a trembling breath.
He was worried that he would not be able to hold on and die from torture. Rather than suffering countless pain and dying like a human being, it would probably be better to die early.
But what if you persist?
"This is just the beginning, keep at it..."
Verak thought.
At the very least, there is still a one in 10,000 possibility.
"I don't know if you have studied psychology. The more difficult something is to do, the stronger the sense of accomplishment will be after it is achieved." Lecter took the paper to the side of the interrogation room and soaked the paper with water. "I really hope you
The threshold is higher, so that after conquering you, my pleasure will be higher."
Every time he spoke, Verak's chin and collarbone would be poked with forks. He really had nothing to say, so he simply listened silently to Lecter's crazy words.
Soon, Lecter came over holding a wet piece of paper and covered it on Verak's face: "This is very fun, I will share this with you first."
The wet paper was stuck to Verak's face, blocking his nose and mouth, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He endured the pain of the fork pricking his chin, opened his mouth slightly, blew air, and at the same time stuck out his tongue and pressed it against the paper.
Lecter watched with great interest as Verak used various means to gain breathing space: "How does it feel, triple torture?"
Verak had no time to respond, the fork pierced his chin, and continued to penetrate deeper with every exhalation, stimulating him more awake and making his body tremble.
"call!"
With a violent exhale, the paper was blown to the ground.
"The desire to survive is very strong." Lecter applauded Verak sincerely, "So, are you willing to cooperate now? If you are willing, I will put you back and wait for your good news tomorrow. If you still refuse, the situation will
It will be much worse than just now, and there will be no room for regret.”
Verak saw the expectation in Lecter's eyes, and Lecter still expected him to refuse.
He is very tired.
After raising his head for a long time, his neck was extremely sore, but he didn't dare to move at all. Just after blowing off the paper, the double-headed fork was deeply embedded in his flesh and blood.
He didn't know whether the finger was broken or something. He only knew that it was swollen for no reason. As for the pain and numbness, he could no longer feel it.
The torture on the first day was so brutal that Verak did not dare to think about the future. He even felt that as long as he answered 'no', he would not be able to survive today.
But is it possible to agree?
So what if you agree? If you compromise on your own and survive for a day, you won't be able to find out Keating's secret at all, and the situation will be even worse than this.
There was no choice at all, and all that was left for Verak was to bite the bullet and go on.
"reject……"
"Okay!" Lecter was waiting for Verac's words. He strode to the side excitedly. This time, he folded three pieces of paper together, soaked them, and then covered Verac's face. "We agreed.
, there is no chance of regret this time, so you either live or die, don’t stop midway.”
The three pieces of wet paper put together cannot be blown open at all, not to mention that the double-headed fork restrained Verak, and he could only exhale a small breath.
"Hoo! Hoo!" The death threat came again. Verak swung his legs, exhaled with all his strength, and tried to push the paper away.
Hearing that Verak was exhaling but the paper was not moving at all, Lecter smiled. Suddenly, he thought of a better idea: "If I come back to see you at noon, I can keep up my expectations all morning. Let me guess.
When the time comes, will I see you alive or a cold corpse..."
If Lecter really leaves, it will be useless for Verak to regret it. He will either struggle to get away by himself, or he will be suffocated to death!
"Bang!" The heavy door of the interrogation room closed, and Lecter left.
Verak didn't care about him at all. The feeling of suffocation made his chest feel uncomfortable. He twisted his body uncontrollably and shook his head from side to side.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
Let him blow, and the paper will stick firmly to his face.
Dying.
Verak thought to himself.
He tried every method, but the paper still didn't move.
He had been holding his breath for more than a minute, his desire to breathe overriding everything else, and the discomfort made his mind a mess and it was difficult to calm down.
Really dying.
So uncomfortable.
So painful.
His fingers had lost all feeling, and the blood on his chin and chest was flowing repeatedly. Verak never thought that one day he would experience such inhuman torture, let alone that this was his own choice.
"Uh...hiss!" Verak opened his mouth half-open and exhaled sharply, risking the double-headed fork to pierce his chin.
The paper still won’t move!
In despair, Verak bit the paper.
His mouth opened and closed quickly, and the double-headed fork kept thrusting in and out, and he pulled the paper into his mouth bit by bit.
Under the instinct of survival, pain can be so insignificant.
The double-headed fork stabbed Verak's chin until blood dripped. He became unconcerned and stuffed all the papers into his mouth.
"Poof!" Verak turned his head and spit the paper from his mouth to the ground.
"Huh...huh..."
Two minutes and thirty seconds!
Escape from death!
Verak's body was soaked with sweat. He no longer cared about his bloody chin and collarbone, and began to breathe heavily.
Although the danger of death has passed, the torture is not over yet. Lecter will not come back until noon. In other words, Verak will have to keep his head raised to the extreme position for at least four hours.