After walking out of the interrogation room, Osmonov took out his ZIPPO lighter, lit a cigarette, and took a few long puffs.
A fat man wearing a white coat similar to that of a slaughterhouse worker, with a white mask in the pocket, but wearing camouflage uniforms, appeared at the end of the corridor leading a few people.
"Comrade Major." The fat man held a hamburger in his hand and puffed out his round belly, "I'm glad to see you need my help again."
Even though the corridor was filled with the choking smell of smoke, Osmonov still smelled strongly of alcohol.
"Anthony, are you drinking again?" He frowned in disgust.
Fatty Anthony shrugged, his round, red and fat face full of indifference: "I just drank a little. You know me, drinking a little while working will make me more dedicated."
"Damn it! I shouldn't have looked for you!" Osmonov fanned the air under his nostrils with his hand: "Remember, don't kill him, you must live."
"As long as you're alive?" Anthony asked.
"That's right, I want him to live well, and you can use the means..."
…
Qin Fei sat in the chair, stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth. His lips were no longer as dry as before, and felt a little moist.
very good.
He comforted himself that the piece of mutton he had just swallowed without dignity and the lemonade he drank had an immediate effect.
Maybe this is how it feels when a long drought brings nectar!
Osmonov was betting just now. He was betting that he would not put down his dignity to eat meat and drink water like a dog. What he was betting on was whether this guy would put the bet on his own pride and dignity.
On the psychological bottom line.
Now it seems that I won the bet.
Osmonov angrily slammed the door and left like a ignited locomotive, hating that he had now won this round of competition.
He suddenly felt grateful for the "dog-like" life he had received during the training period of Unit 203. Perhaps this is why the special forces set up these subjects, so that you can get used to swallowing the crisis without frowning.
The food in the trash can allows you to immediately drink water that would make you feel sick even just looking at it without any hesitation when your body is extremely dehydrated.
As long as he hesitated just a little bit, Osmonov might be able to react in a second or two, and everything he wanted to do would fail.
The return of physical strength gave Qin Fei a chance to think.
Compared to that room filled with harsh noises, the place where I was now was as beautiful as heaven.
The question that had been lingering in my mind came up again.
Where have the other comrades gone?
Is this a training exercise or is he truly captured?
He began to slowly recall every scene.
Lei Ming was responsible for keeping watch outside the room. Why was someone sneaking up to the house without any warning?
The more Qin Fei thought about it, the more something was wrong. He felt that maybe this was really a training. Maybe Lei Ming was behind the black mirror at this moment, stroking his chin and watching with cold eyes as before, analyzing his every move.
Bang——
The iron door was pushed open roughly.
Qin Fei turned around and saw a group of people carrying all kinds of guys filing in.
Batteries, instruments, buckets filled with ice...
Qin Fei's heart sank again.
In fact, he had already thought of this step. When he was undergoing training in the 203 unit, Qin Fei took a theoretical class on anti-interrogation. When he was in the reconnaissance camp, he also participated in simulated anti-interrogation training. However, compared with the previous ones,
Obviously pediatrician.
No matter how strong you are, once you really face these tortures, no matter who you are, you will feel guilty.
Qin Fei was no exception. His pores stood up because of nervousness, and his hands and feet even trembled for a few seconds.
The rigorous training quickly gave him strong will support to calm down his emotions, and he had to hypnotize himself!
Hypnotize yourself!
Qin Fei began to keep telling himself in his mind that this was just a training exercise. They didn't dare to do anything to him. All he needed was to fight against himself and overcome his psychological fear and physical limits.
As long as you get through it, everything will stop.
Maybe one day in the future, Lei Gong will suddenly push in from outside the door, and then announce that it is all over, that he is the big winner, and finally write down an "excellent" test rating for himself in the file.
Yes, that’s it!
Thinking of this, Qin Fei giggled a little to console himself.
"I can't tell, you're quite happy." Anthony turned from behind to Qin Fei, looking at Qin Fei with the smell of alcohol in his nose, "I wonder if you will be able to laugh so freely later."
This fat guy speaks Chinese really well, but I don’t know where he learned it.
Qin Fei murmured in his heart, but couldn't ask.
Active and passive, this is an important balance between interrogation and counter-interrogation. Once it tilts, the party being pried up will be unnaturally trapped one by one, disrupting the entire process.
The reason why Anthony showed off his Chinese in front of him was probably because he was waiting for him to ask.
Seeing that Qin Fei didn't speak, Anthony's eyes indeed flashed with a trace of imperceptible disappointment.
After stuffing the last piece of the hamburger into his mouth, Anthony clapped his hands, opened a suitcase on the table, took out a pair of white gloves and put them on solemnly.
Routine!
Qin Fei thought to himself, everything is a routine!
This is a typical psychological oppression procedure during interrogation, done for yourself.
When the interrogator faces the person being interrogated for the first time, he first needs to establish an image.
Just like when you go to eat, the elegant environment, clean tables, enthusiastic waiters, a set of cumbersome and formal serving and side dishes processes like religious ceremonies, appetizers, main dishes, and desserts one after another, before eating
I’ll serve you an aperitif, and I didn’t forget to change it to dry white wine when the seafood was served, and when the steak was served as the main course, I immediately changed it to vintage red wine…
You will feel it is worth it even if all the money in your pocket is wiped out after this meal.
If you go to a food stall, the boss will cook with a cigarette in his mouth, and the waiter will put his fingers into the soup while serving the dishes. He will throw the bowls and chopsticks to you and give you a pot of hot tea for you to wash yourself. While eating, cockroaches and mice will be scurrying around your feet.
Accompanied at the table, you still want a discount from the boss even if the bill is only charged to you for four heads.
This is a truth.
The various instruments and guys that were constantly brought into the interrogation room may not all be used, but Anthony had to move them over.
A loser can just ride a bicycle when going out, but a wealthy person will feel sorry for himself if he doesn't drive a Bentley when going out.
He is showing off his wealth, and he is establishing an impression on Qin Fei - don't mess with me, I'm a professional!
Sure enough, Anthony, who had put on his gloves after talking for forty seconds, spoke the first words.