There was a blind spot that Mo Yao could see from the vent. It was the other person blocked by the three of them when he was looking through the telescope just now. These people gathered together to interrogate a person, so they naturally blocked the person behind them.
Already.
Now that they stood away, Mo Yao naturally discovered that there was another person imprisoned behind him. What he could see through the perspective mirror was the curve of the human body, not who it was. Mo Yao changed the lens. There was a person imprisoned alone in the prison behind the special forces.
, wearing a gray-blue long-sleeved shirt and trousers, stained with blood. There was a light above the prison, which produced a strong beam of light and shone in the center of the floor. He hid in the darkness, facing them sideways, with his head
Buried in his knees, even in the dark, Mo Yao probably wouldn't know who he was without night vision goggles. He could tell by looking at this man's behavior that he must have been interrogated many times, and his body maintained a specific
In a protected state, it is a state that does not consume physical energy. He is conserving his body's energy and spending as much time as possible.
The hair was a little messy, like a ball of grass. Sweat and blood almost stuck the hair together. It was a mess. Mo Yao couldn't tell whether the man was Xiaobai, but he didn't dare to move. In terms of body shape, he was very similar.
, but looked a little thinner. Mo Yao held his breath, hoping that he would look up, but the man kept his head lowered, as if he didn't hear what they were saying.
The men cursed a few more times, but he still didn't respond. The one-eyed man couldn't hold on anymore and passed out on the electric chair. In fact, the prisoners who were tortured to this point should have been shot long ago, so that they could die with some dignity, because they were locked up
For so many days, all those who should be interrogated have been interrogated, and many skilled interrogators have interrogated them. If nothing can be asked, they will definitely not be able to ask anything.
The mafia has never set up such an interrogation prison. Mo Jue doesn't like it very much because he thinks it's a waste of time and resources. If he wants to know something, he should investigate it himself. If he doesn't even catch the person, he'll ask.
I'll kill you and I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Except for some personal reasons or sudden abnormal thoughts, people from the Mo family rarely torture people like this.
There are interrogations, and the mafia also has interrogation halls, and there are many ways to torture people. But after one round, if you really can't find out, you might as well kill them, otherwise all your torture will be in vain.
Look at the people here, going up one after another. In fact, it is just tormenting people. They may all know that nothing can be done by asking, but they just don’t let people die. This is cruel. Wushuang asked why Mo Yao hasn’t come out yet. The distance is too far.
Mo Yao didn't answer.
Wushuang also sensitively knew that something was wrong. Perhaps, he had found Xiaobai.
Two special forces picked up the man on the electric chair and threw him into his prison like trash. The man passed out and lay motionless on the ground. This was obviously their evening program, and they tortured people every day.
Just went to bed.
One of the special forces said, "Fuck that brat, I don't like him."
Mo Yao frowned and clenched his fists slightly. One of them opened the door of the prison, pulled out the man hiding in the shadow, and threw him into the electric chair. The man tilted his head, only showing his slender neck. Mo Yao noticed him
There was a radiating blood stain on his chest, his clothes were ragged, and he had no missing hands or feet. He felt a little relieved. Although his hands and feet were not broken, there were many wounds on his body. There were obviously two stab wounds on his thighs, and there were spurts on his chest.
There was blood in the shape of a gunshot wound. It was unclear whether it was a gunshot wound. Compared to the other prisoners, his injuries were minor, but he was obviously half-dead. In just half a month, he had lost several pounds and his chin was frighteningly sharp.
A young special forces boy punched him in the head with a fist. A few drops of blood spurted out from the man's mouth. He finally had some reaction. His body twisted in protest, and his hair was suddenly grabbed. "Big star, how long do you want to carry it? Say, you
What’s the relationship with the Mafia? How much do you know?”
Mo Yao's breathing suddenly became rapid and heavy, and Wu Shuang called out several times. Mo Yao didn't answer, and the blood flowed all over his body. Wu Shuang also got a message that he had found Xiao Bai.
Xiaobai opened his eyes slightly. He was the only one among these prisoners who was still sane. His eyes were so bright that he walked up to the man with a smile and asked, "I want to know... Haha, I won't tell you."
"Bad boy!" Another punch came, and Xiaobai's face turned to the side, and a mouthful of blood spurted out in slow motion. Mo Yao's eyes tightened and stung. Mo Xiaobai closed his eyes and stopped talking nonsense.
Protect yourself to the best of your ability.
When they were children, they had self-protection projects every year, and Xiaobai trained the most. Because Ye Wei believed that Xiaobai had a higher chance of being caught than his brothers and sisters, she taught Mo Xiaobai how to interrogate and punish him.
Protect himself to the greatest extent and try to delay as much time as possible so that others have time to rescue him, so so far, he is still sane.
The whip dyed with chili oil was like fire from a fire dragon, burning his body. The little white man was buckled on the electric chair, unable to move his hands and feet. He tried his best to protect his little face, because such whipping could not hit the vital points.
, he naturally protected his pretty little face to the greatest extent, and even thought in amusement that at least his eyes were not gouged out, his face was not disfigured, and he was still a handsome young man... It was not difficult to endure the pain.
Really, for Xiaobai, he felt it was light.
Compared to the slap the boss gave him, this was nothing, nothing.
The whip was pulled away, and the sharp blade was pressed against his throat. Even though Mo Xiaobai was beaten half to death, he was still so proud. That sarcastic smile was clearly saying, if I want to kill you, I would have done it a long time ago. Why bother to pretend? The man was so angry.
The sharp knife had to be stabbed into his shoulder and penetrated his shoulder. Mo Xiaobai was the proudest person. Even so, he didn't say a word. He just tensed up and almost broke the iron chain that locked him.
, the blood snaked along the electric chair, and one of the people's tongue licked his face ambiguously. Mo Xiaobai devoted all his energy to resisting the severe pain, and no longer had the mind to pay attention to this disgusting feeling. His body was stiff and numb, and it was almost not his own.
The man smiled ambiguously into his ear and didn't know what to say. Mo Xiaobai's pupils widened and finally calmed down.
Blood was dripping from their wrists. They gathered around and didn't know what they were discussing. Mo Xiaobai passed out on the electric chair. While they were discussing, one person turned on the switch of the electric chair. The terrible electric current coursed through his body and tortured Mo Xiaobai to wake him up.
, feel the pain that is almost cruel alive.
Coma, wake up, coma, wake up... over and over again...
Mo Xiaobai never made a sound. After repeating it six times, the current did not wake him up this time. Someone said, "Increase it."
"No matter how old he is, he will die. The superiors said that no matter what, he must save a breath."
"Shit, why is this kid's bones so hard?" The man kicked Mo Xiaobai and "splashed him with water to wake him up."
The terrible electric current didn't wake him up, and how could the splash of water wake him up? Mo Xiaobai never moved again. They also felt that the evening program should end, so they picked up Mo Xiaobai and threw him into the prison.
Lying quietly under the bright light, his body was covered in blood. One of them came in and tore off his clothes. He put medicine on his shoulders to stop the bleeding. It was the simplest treatment. They could torture people as they wanted, but they couldn't let people die.
, Xiao Bai obviously lost more than half of his life. If the penetrating knife wound was ignored, he would have died of excessive blood loss. The man stopped the bleeding and was unwilling to kick him like a dead dog.
After entering the door and locking it, there was already a pool of blood and water under Xiao Bai's body, and the light red ground was spread on the floor.
Mo Yao felt that he had never experienced such a difficult time in his life. Every minute passed, and it was all torture. Every second he wished it would pass quickly, and he wished those people would leave quickly.
The treasure he held in his hand was so ruthlessly destroyed by others. He was here, watching helplessly and helplessly. He wished he could break this barrier with a punch and hold him in his arms to protect him.
Don't let anyone touch a hair on his head again.
Mo Yao waited quietly, staring at Xiaobai. Xiaobai could not move in the bright light and was obviously unconscious. The other prisoners were indifferent. They were obviously used to such programs, and they
Too busy to take care of yourself.
The group of special forces were smoking, chatting, and playing hooligans. Mo Yao had no intention of listening to their garbled language and just lurked quietly. The underground prison was very quiet. He remembered the faces of these people one by one in his mind.
They will not let anyone go. They will pay back ten times a hundred times for Xiaobai's suffering. Death is too easy.
Finally, they felt it was over, left the prison, and locked the door. Mo Yao watched them leave, "Wushuang, look at them leaving the prison."
Five minutes later, Wushuang reported, "Nine people."
"Very good, alert, I'm going down." Mo Yao said, and all nine people went out, including the guard who was on the top floor just now. It seems that they didn't send anyone to guard here at night, maybe they were too confident.
"Understood." Wushuang said in a deep voice, "Is Xiaobai okay?"
Mo Yao didn't answer, and Wu Shuang didn't ask again. She knew it was very bad. Mo Yao opened the window of the exhaust vent, slid down the rope, and restored the vent to its original state. Among the prisoners, there was only one
The man was awake, crawling, patting the iron fence and shouting for help. Mo Yao made a quiet gesture, and the man slowly became quiet, with tears streaming down his face.
Mo Yao almost opened the door and rushed over quickly. Both of them were in the beam of light. He patted Xiao Bai's face. Xiao Bai didn't respond. Mo Yao took his equipment bag and took out the blood transfusion bag and
Blood transfusion tube, immediately help Xiaobai transfuse blood. He had already expected that such a situation would happen, so he brought more blood bags and medicines than bullets.
"Xiao Bai, hold on a little longer, and I will take you away right away." He kissed his forehead over and over again, hugging the man tightly who hurt him to the core, and finally slowly put him down and quickly dealt with his pain.
