Fantasy World Transmigration

Daoist Jiang woke up vaguely, his brain was groggy, and severe pain reverberated in his empty mind. He struggled a bit, but found that he couldn't move his body. He groaned unconsciously, and a burst of loud, indistinct sounds reached his ears.

"The art of torture is very subtle, it depends on science, not brute force to get what we want..." ·

"Young Patriarch, leave everything to me!"

"We have 180 ways to go down Maoshan, and we must make this old man regret living in this world!"

"Vulgar... I've seen your heretical methods. It's written in the book, peeling the skin! Cramping! Scraping the bone marrow...Bamboo sticks, inserting eyes, and putting small iron brushes from the peeing path ... Viciousness is vicious enough, but the element of exhaling anger is more important than extorting a confession. I don't agree with the use of torture to the point of disability or even death."

"The way of the rivers and lakes! I know... it is to make people afraid of you. Cruel, terrible, inhumane, and most importantly, when it comes to torture, it is a deep hatred, hatred! The most important thing is to let go, but we are not going to show it now. In one breath...we want what's in his mouth. So, let me try first, okay?"

"Young Patriarch, go ahead and do it, how dare we talk too much!"

"Hey! Don't say that, let's discuss it! It's to better complete the task and achieve the goal. It's not to use my authority to suppress you, right? We are to dig out what is in his mouth, for better Discuss with each other only after finishing the work, right? If I am the Young Patriarch and you have to listen to me, what is the point of our meeting?"

"Now? With my method, he will be fine for the time being. When it proves that my method is useless, I will replace you. At that time, we will not regret it. Do you agree or not? Our democracy , discuss on an equal footing?"

"Young Patriarch said so!"

Daoist Jiang was fully awake at this time, he didn't dare to open his eyes and pretended to be unconscious, but soon he heard a sentence that made him despair, "Then young patriarch, I'll get water to wake him up!"

"No need!" The young man said with a strange accent of Beijing Mandarin, "He's already awake!"

Daoist Jiang felt someone walking in front of him and looking at him, and the young voice said again: "Look, the state of the eyes under the eyelids of the awake person is different from that of the unconscious person..." There was another burst of noise. With the sound of Suo Suo, Daoist Jiang felt that someone had opened his eyelids, and a dazzling beam of light shone over immediately, causing his eyes to sting.

"When the light is on, the pupils shrink, but when they are in a deep coma, the reaction of the pupils to the light will disappear. This is a conditioned reflex, and people can't overcome it at all... People like him who even shed tears and kept blinking , let alone

The hand pinching Jiang Daoshi's eyelids loosened, and Jiang Daoshi still could only see the whiteness in front of him. He kept blinking and shaking his head, not trying to pretend to be unconscious.

The voice asked again: "Master Daoist, how did you see that he is awake?"

"Back to Patriarch, his shoulders are tense. A comatose person's shoulders will be more relaxed, but he is too tense, and the expression on his face..." Jiang Daoshi listened to the two voices and discussed seven or eight ways to distinguish coma After learning about the characteristics of people's expressions and postures, I can finally see a little light and shadow clearly. Standing in front of him was a young man with excessively short hair. He looked calm, and when he looked at him, it was like...

Wang Chen was relieved to see the only clue in his hand. He woke up healthy and sober. He had already asked other survivors in the Taoist temple, and tested all kinds of torture knowledge he had heard in his previous life. Because those clues were not as precious as Taoist Jiang and abbot Jiang, he even asked Master Gong to try their method of going down to Maoshan, which was quite bloody.

Disappointingly, the others know very little,

This Abbot Jiang is a person with a sense of secrecy!

Except for asking some vague and trivial things from another surviving Taoist priest, there is no real clue about the person who came from the Shangqing Palace. It is very necessary to express what you know. Wang Chen taught Chang Gongdao: "Torture information, you should keep the subject sober and calm. What you have done is so bloody and cruel that people are crazy. How can you ensure that what he said is true, organized, clear and complete? Woolen cloth?"

"It's true that you can ask something like that, but if it's not clear, it's a mess if it's not complete!"

"Jin Yiwei uses those methods because they don't need a clear and complete confession. They just need to bite someone out. It's a way to deal with superiors, get promoted and make a fortune. Therefore, they must be cruel and ruthless. Jianghu people use these methods because they To vent your anger and take revenge, this is the way Jin Yiwei is an official and the Jianghu people vent their anger, but our way of doing things is different."

"Doing things! You have to be clear...seek truth from facts, right?"

"According to the research of the US Central Intelligence Agency, there is no guarantee of authenticity in the things that are tortured. They will confess some things, and in order to prevent themselves from being tortured, they will fabricate some stories... Is it the US Central Intelligence Agency? Across the sea, another country's Jinyiwei."

"The United States...they Jinyiwei put so much effort into researching these things, the cruel officials there are probably even more cruel than Daming, with such severe punishments and strict laws, there must be restlessness everywhere!"

"Hehe!" Wang Chen said with a smile: "The world's police! Naturally, we need to spend time everywhere."

Taoist Jiang saw a little Taoist bring water to Wang Chen, which was still covered with a layer of ice cubes. The little Taoist said crisply: "Patriarch, I found their ice cellar. It was broken and sprinkled in the basin."

Wang Chen rolled up his sleeves, smiled gently and said to the old and the young next to him: "I don't know why I use ice cubes, but seeing that they all use them, I will do like cats! The death rate has been reduced a lot, it may have something to do with the oxygen in the blood! Now use water without chili powder first... I was not skilled before, so I used chili water first in a panic, and I was not good at timing. Watch, it’s hard to keep time. Someone was tortured and died before it was done... This time, I have experience, so I should be able to grasp it!”

As he said that, Wang Chen turned his head and said to Daoist Jiang: "Now let's go through it first, the question... I will ask you later!"

Daoist Jiang saw that he was carrying the water basin to the point where he was barely able to, and the old teacher grabbed his hair, and said in horror: "Wait...what are you going to ask...I'll say it now...I'll say it now! Don't ……No!"

Wang Chen calmly said: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, it's useless to be anxious... Let's go through it first, if there is something, I will talk about it when I ask you." The teacher Gong nodded: "That's right... Let's go through it first!"

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Daoshi felt someone pulling his scalp numb, and with great force, he pressed his head into the washbasin, and the cold water slapped his face indiscriminately. Jiang Daoshi struggled violently, but Wang Chen and Master Gong held him firmly, and Wang Chen silently counted: "One, two, three..." It seemed that he was not tortured, but was completing a task.

Jiang Daoshi's violent struggle made his blood oxygen consumption quickly, but within fifty strokes, the conditioned reflex made him unable to open his mouth, breathing and swallowing forcefully, a large amount of water was sucked into his stomach , lung lobes, trachea and bronchi, a strong stimulus was produced, which made him cough and vomit uncontrollably, but coughing in water would only make the water rush into the trachea faster.

Daoist Jiang's hands that were held down began to become stronger, struggling like a dehydrated fish. His legs were climbing wildly, his lungs were full of pain, and his trachea was on fire. The little Taoist sat on his feet to prevent him from knocking over the water. pot.

When Wang Chen counted to three hundred, Daoist Jiang began to lose consciousness, he was incontinent to urinate, and struggled convulsively all over his body——Before, Wang Chen just grasped the wrong time and let the victim stay in this process for too long, As a result, the victim suffocated to death. This time, he counted silently and pulled Taoist Jiang out of the water basin.