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In a dark room,

Several unlucky men in the tavern were tied to a long bench.

In front of them, there was a small low table, with several candles that were about to burn out slowly burning.

The light of the candle flickered, making the faces of these men flicker.

Apart from this, there is no other light source in this room.

A small window was boarded shut, letting in no light at all.

These men's faces were ashen and their lips were dark purple.

It's not because someone is torturing them, but here, they can neither know the specific time,

Moreover, I don’t know whether it is day or night now.

The most important thing is that from outside the room, there will be a few steady footsteps from time to time.

Every time footsteps sounded, these men would tremble with fear, fearing that the other party was coming to torture them.

In this extremely stressful situation, their spirits were very depressed.

You can clearly feel the movements around you, but you can't feel whether you are hungry or full, or whether you are thirsty or not.

clatter,

clatter……

There was another sound of footsteps,

This time, the other party did not wander around for a few times and then leave like the previous times. Instead, he walked towards the room.

Several men raised their heads, staring at the door with bloodshot and dark circles in their eyes.

With a crunch,

Without any luck, the door opened.

A man wrapped in a black robe walked in,

The men could notice that his eyes were turning around a few of them.

This made their hearts beat wildly, and the shadow of death almost made them almost incontinent.

Fortunately, the man in black robe just glanced at them and looked away, and did not pay attention to their life or death after that.

He took out a few candles from his pocket, lit them, and placed them on the table.

The man in black robe left without saying a word from beginning to end.

——Silent torture.

This is extreme mental torture.

The men looked at each other, relieved and at the same time feeling even more pained.

They were expecting someone to walk into the room again and tell them to leave.

And they were afraid that someone would actually walk into this room to pronounce their death sentence.

In this extremely tangled state of mind, men are suffering very much.

Two of them, after all, still couldn't bear it. They rolled their eyes, foamed at the mouth and fell into coma.

Logically speaking, this situation should be very disgusting.

But no one disliked them, but looked at them with envy.

It's good to be in a coma, so you don't have to suffer like this anymore.

However, it may be because the willpower is too tenacious. No matter how much they think, no one will fall into a coma again.

At the same time, no one spoke,

The candlelight reflected the words "No whispering" written on the wall.

No one dares to violate it.

Even if one person bravely stands up and says a few words, the atmosphere at the scene will relax a lot.

But, there is always no one,

Everyone lowered their heads and counted the gaps on the floor.

After a while,

The two people foaming at the mouth haven't woken up yet,

But the foam at their mouths has disappeared over time, making it unclear whether they are unconscious or dead.

The few remaining men didn't even dare to ask someone to come over and see what was going on because of the writing on the wall.

Despair is gradually spreading,

Several men have begun to wonder whether they will be trapped here forever.

This question soon had an answer.

With a crunch,

The door opened again,

This time it was not the man in black robes who came in last time, but several people wearing guard uniforms.

They stepped forward, checked the breathing of the two unconscious men, shook their heads and dragged them away.

This scene made the remaining men shocked and frightened.

Especially since the door wasn't closed after they dragged away the two men.

This means that someone else is coming in.

Their guess was correct.

After a while, a scent spread into the room.

Although they could not feel it subjectively, the men's already empty stomachs immediately began to smell the smell and play music.

"Everyone, haven't you eaten yet?"

Arno walked into the room with a smile on the face that the men had seen last time.

In his hand he held a tray filled with all kinds of delicacies.

Some of them, in the eyes of a few extremely poor men, they had only seen in newspapers.

"Would you like some?"

Arno put the tray on the low table, picked up a chair next to it and sat down, asking in a gentle voice.

His polite attitude made the men almost afraid to confirm that this was the devil who was robbing money and people in the bar.

However, they would never mistake that face.

Facing Arno's friendly words, the men collectively shuddered, fear overpowering the feeling of hunger, and they quickly shook their heads.

But the anxious denial brought dizziness caused by hypoglycemia.

Feeling dizzy, another man fainted.

Arno's expression remained unchanged, and he still had the same smile that made people feel like spring breeze.

Snapped,

He snapped his fingers.

Two people walked in immediately outside the door and dragged the unconscious man away.

"If you don't want to eat, then forget it."

Arno looked at the few people left again and threw the tray full of delicacies to the ground.

Because the room was dark, the men never noticed that there was a small hole under the low table.

But this time, they finally knew it completely.

The moment the tray landed on the ground, dozens of mice scurried out from under the low table in a dense darkness.

They squeaked and devoured almost all the food in a matter of seconds.

Then, just as quickly as they appeared, they quickly burrowed back under the table after finishing their food.

The men's faces became darker,

They are all poor, and poor people are always accompanied by rats of all kinds.

Those who appeared just now were all man-eating rats, and they would never admit their mistake.

The men's pupils narrowed suddenly as they imagined the horrific scene of rats crawling on their bodies and eating their flesh.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

One man finally couldn't bear it anymore, screamed several times under the strong stimulation, and passed out.

As usual, two more people walked in and dragged the unconscious man out.

There were only three men left.

Arno glanced roughly at their faces;

A younger one, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a sallow complexion;

The second one was older, about sixty years old, with a turbid light in his eyes.

As for the last one, he is a standard middle-aged man, about thirty years old.

"That's almost it."

Arno murmured, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"It seems that the person just now is in a bad mental state. Is it because the living conditions here are very difficult?"

The men nodded and shook their heads hastily.

There was another wave of dizziness, but fortunately, no one was unconscious this time.

"It's okay, I can speak freely here."

"If your life here is not satisfactory to you, then I can let you go."

Arno's voice was very gentle.