Huang Huan looked at the torture instruments and laughed strangely, "I haven't experienced any scenes? You can't let me surrender such a trick.|i^"
"I know you are a tough guy, but... no matter how tough a man is, he will be weak!"
Shi Yue responded to Huang Huan, pointed at the prisoners, and said to Lei Dahu: "Who are these people?"
Lei Dahu spat and said, "These people are death row prisoners in black prisons. There are many murder cases on them, and they are all thugs. It is not worth mercy to die!"
Shi Yue nodded and said, "Then let's start!"
There are many tricks to torture people in the black prison. Sun Meng, Fu Qiang, and Lei Dahu are all professionals who torture death row prisoners. If they demonstrate on the spot, the scene must be extremely terrifying.
Fu Qiang and Lei Dahu held a prisoner firmly like a little chicken, and Sun Meng picked up the bamboo stick and poked it into the nails of the death row prisoner.
He did not do it overnight, but poked it very slowly, as if he was carefully carving an exquisite work of art.
The sharp bamboo stick pierced into the nails bit by bit, and blood flowed out through the fingers, causing only the prisoner to be so painful that he died of fire. He shouted and his tongue was about to bite off, but his hands and feet were controlled by Fu Qiang. Lei Dahu was firmly controlled and could not break free from it no matter what.
The bamboo stick pierced an inch, accompanied by the bitter wailing sound, the bloody nails fell off the fingers, revealing the fishy red flesh, and the blood was left behind, as if crying.
The prisoner "breaks away" Sun Meng, and Fu Qiang's big hand rolls back and forth on the ground in pain, begging for mercy.
Sun Meng waited for the prisoner to perform the heart-wrenching pain, grabbed him again and started to chat bamboo sticks again.
This cycle continued, and he continued to ramble five bamboo sticks until the prisoner fainted from pain and let him go.
Yan Tong had the courage to look at it a few times at first. When she watched the nail peel off from her fingers, she no longer had the courage to open her eyes. She snuggled in Shi Yue's arms, constantly muttering, "Not afraid! No fear! I'm not afraid at all..."
Huang Huan witnessed the prisoner's pain throughout the whole process!
He could see the fear and despair in the prisoner's eyes. Seeing the prisoner's bare fingers dripping with blood, his heart was filled with fear of the sadness of the dead rabbit and the fox.|i^
People's psychology is very strange and cannot be taken away by common sense.
For example, when a boxer watches a boxing match, he feels very nervous, sweating all over, his brows tremble, and his pupils shrink. However, when the boxer goes on the court to play, this situation will never happen, because his consciousness is highly concentrated and he does not have the heart to share the "tension" emotions.
And Shi Yue used this psychological difference.
Some things are far more terrifying than experience in person. The brain will make up five-point terrifying things into very terrifying. The tenacious mind becomes increasingly fragile as the terrifying amplifies the terrifying layer. The solid skin on the outside will slowly peel off, revealing the naked glass heart.
"Huang Huan, how does the bamboo stick taste like? Do you want to taste it?" Shi Yue pulled out the prisoner's bamboo stick, shook the bloody stick head on Huang Huan's face, and then moved it to the emperor's nails, rubbing gently and soothingly.
Dongdong...
Huang Huan's heart began to jump violently. He really suspected that Shi would stab the stick into his nails.
Just thinking about it this way, I feel that I will be as miserable as the prisoner.
"Hmph! If you want to kill and cut, you will listen to the emperor. I don't know anything and I'm not afraid of anything..." Huang Huan gritted his teeth and said hard on the outside.
Feeling Huang Huan's fingers that were poked by a bamboo stick trembled slightly, Shi Yue knew that Huang Huan had fallen into a strange mental trap.
"Come on, continue to torture!"
Shi Yue gave an order to Sun Meng, then patted Yan Tong's back and said softly: "You go out, this is all the things men should do. Look, it scared you and your face turned pale, like a timid rabbit."
"You are the rabbit!"
Yan Tong held Shi Yue's thick waist, put his little hand on the back, pinched it softly, buried his head in Shi Yue's arms, and said reliably: "I hold you, I'm not afraid of anything."
"Okay!" Shi Yue hugged Yan Tong's soft and slightly trembling body, and winked at Sun Meng again.
Sun Meng was jealous of evil and treated the enemy, evil people, and bad people with ruthlessness. He asked Fu Qiang and Lei Dahu to bring a death row prisoner over, burn the soldering iron red, lifted the clothes of the death row prisoner, and put it on the dirty belly of the death row prisoner.
Tear...
A fragrant smell of barbecue permeates the entire secret room.
"Oh... it hurts!"
I was roasted into cooked meat by someone. How could ordinary people bear this pain?
The death row prisoner screamed desperately, broke free from Lei Dahu's arm, cried and howled, and rolled back and forth on the ground. His life was worse than death, and his lifeless dignity was shocking. If he had no strong heart, how could he witness such a tragic torture?
Sun Mengtian said with a sneer: "This piece of meat must be extremely delicious!"
call!
Huang Huan's legs trembled faintly, and the crotch was filled with urination. Adrenal hormones surged up quickly, making his face turn red.
Seeing the death row prisoner struggling worse than death, Huang Huan imagined in his mind the tragic appearance of being eaten as barbecue.
No matter how painful the prisoner was, Sun Meng grabbed the death row prisoner and burned it around his waist until the prisoner fainted and stopped.
Huang Huan was completely frightened and he couldn't imagine what it would be like when the fiery red soldering iron was pressed onto his waist. The unknown fear made him confused and he was no longer as arrogant and insulted as before.
"Huang Huan, are you going to do it?" Shi Yue said coldly: "This is all a display of living people, you have to look carefully..."
"I……"
Huang Huan gasped like a cow, and the cool breeze blew from behind his head. He gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "I...I don't know anything!"
"Haha! It doesn't matter, I think you will find out soon..."
Shi Yue sneered and signaled to Sun Meng again.
Sun Meng grabbed a death row prisoner and stabbed a hole in his leg with a military stab.
Gudongdongdong!
Blood flows like a rush...
This death row prisoner suffered the least pain, but the trauma he suffered was the heaviest, most intuitive and most ruthless.
Blood spewed out of the blood hole like a fountain of laughter, and fresh life passed without any gaps.
The death row prisoner was extremely scared and hurriedly covered the blood hole with his hands to prevent the blood from flowing out.
But it has no effect. The blood has been held in for a long time and flows out from the fingers. The military spear has poked a hole as thick as a thumb through the wall of the blood vessel. In any case, if there is no special treatment method, the blood will not be blocked...
Gudongdong...
The house was filled with bloody and pungent smell.
The death row prisoner's face was pale, half of it was intimidation, half of it was bleeding and dizzy.
After a stick of incense, blood no longer flowed out of the blood hole. The death row prisoner finally stopped moving, and the wailing sound disappeared invisibly.
Sun Meng touched the head of the death row prisoner with his foot, and smiled grimly, "Hehe... is dead!"
Huang Huan witnessed the heart-wrenching pain of the death row prisoner throughout the whole process, and his heart was on the verge of collapse. He suddenly heard that the death row prisoner was bleeding and dying, and his mind was bursting.