Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 112 Interrogation Room

"I can't ask, I can't hide from the torture, and I'm still trapped here and can't go out to check the terrain." For the first time, Verak felt that he couldn't start. No matter how difficult the problem was before, at least there was an alternative path. Like now I can't move at all, I can only passively accept everything.

   "Do you feel hopeless?" Keating raised the corner of his mouth, waiting for Verak to become crazy, and reduced to the same as other prisoners for a little hope.

  Verak didn't speak, he stood still and looked out the door.

  Having only been locked up for half a day, he couldn't count how many times he had reached the door and looked outside through the gap.

   Keating looked at Verak's thoughts and didn't know where they drifted, so he stopped talking and continued to read the book.

  Verak thought of his friend Nord.

  When he was dealing with the Thomas family and the Equal Society, Nord, who did not betray his steward Fletcher because of his coercion and lure, was also imprisoned for more than a month.

  He remembered very clearly that after he finally found a way to meet Nord, Nord looked out greedily through the cracks of the blocked windows, and he could only empathize with that indescribable gaze until today.

   "Hoo..."

It has been more than 20 days since Verac arranged for Nord and Diaz to flee to the Monrego Empire with 550,000 gold grams. He guessed that the two had used the money to live in that distant country. new life.

   That was the life he once dreamed of, and now, he gave it to Nord and Diaz.

  It should be hard for them to learn that they have been arrested.

  Verak sincerely hoped that the two of them would be more selfish and not do something stupid for him, like him, giving up the wealth at their fingertips.

   "Do you have a pen and paper?"

   "Yes." Keating pointed under the bed, "What are you going to do?"

   "Write something." Verak went to the bed and squatted down, rummaging through some manuscript paper and old pens.

"Write what?"

   "Write whatever comes to mind."

  Villac has no hobby of writing, but at the moment his only thought is to write.

  Write a diary, write about the escape plan, write about equality, there are so many things that can be written.

  The flesh can be imprisoned, but the human mind cannot be restrained.

  Villac put his prison uniform on the floor as usual, sat down against the wall, and used the "Crossroads" pad paper that Keating gave him, and refilled the pen with ink.

  【I don't know what is waiting for me tomorrow, and I don't know how many trials I have in my life, and I don't know whether I will die in prison with scars, or I will see the light again one day. I only know that I should not give up, as long as I am alive, the future is worth looking forward to...]

  The first diary entry written in prison is Verak's encouragement to himself.

  【…I have done a lot, in the new two months, I have changed others, and I have been changed by others. Now there is only one thing left, and that is to keep the faith as a rock, to live. 】

  【1433, September 12th, Tuesday night. 】

   After finishing writing a page of manuscript paper, Verac read it from beginning to end, put it away solemnly, and pressed it under the pillow.

   "Tomorrow will I be tortured for the first time?" Expressing some emotions through the diary, Verak calmed down a lot, and was mentally prepared to be tortured in the days with no end in sight.

"After breakfast tomorrow, the prison guards will take you to the interrogation room. Judging by the importance Lecter attaches to you, you will definitely suffer enough tomorrow." Keating was already very familiar with the corresponding procedures, and he urged again He said, "Don't compromise."

  Verak let out a "hmm" and handed "Crossing" to Keating: "This book doesn't mean much to me. If the world is really so vast and wonderful, I will go and see it myself."

  Keating retracted the book: "You can ask me for it anytime."

  Verak smiled and said nothing.

  Ross next door has finished taking a shower, and Verac heard him arguing with his roommates about the ownership of today's bed. It didn't take long for a strong Ross to gain the upper hand and drive the other prisoners to the floor to rest.

  The noises from the other cells were almost the same, clamoring to take a bath and fighting for the bed with roommates.

  The night was a little deeper, and in the huge space with hundreds of cells, there was only the noise of snoring one after another.

   "I'm going to sleep first, you can call me anytime if you need anything."

  At half past ten, the lights in the cell were turned off, and only things could be seen vaguely through the light in the corridor. Verak decided to recharge his batteries.

   Keating also lay down: "Have a good rest."

"Good night."

"Good night."

  —

  September 13th, early morning.

   A loud whistle sounded, awakening Verak from his sleep. When he got out of bed to get dressed, he found that Keating had woken up early and was reading by the light.

   "You got up so early?" Verak changed into his prison uniform and waited for the meal.

   "Only woke up about half an hour earlier than you." Keating said.

  Villac moved his body a bit, joking, trying to relax himself: "I'm going to be beaten soon, eat more."

   "Don't be so nervous, anyway, you won't be killed for a while, Lecter will definitely torture you slowly." Keating didn't know whether he was comforting or putting pressure on Verak.

   "Hmm..." Verak's face became even uglier visible to the naked eye.

   Not long after, the prison guards came and brought breakfast.

  Breakfast is black bread and cabbage soup. Although it is not better than mashed potatoes, at least it is different, so that you will not vomit after eating the same food.

  Villac thoughtfully opened the lunch box for Keating and prepared the soup spoon. After the two finished eating together, the prison guard took Verakola out and took him to the interrogation room while taking away the lunch box.

   The interrogation room of Daymans Prison is located at the very edge of the basement floor. Compared with the paradise-like interrogation room in the Laizein Security Department building, the environment here is in line with Verak's imagination. A dim chandelier hung inside, a table and a chair were placed in the center of the deserted interrogation room, and many instruments of torture were displayed on three walls like exhibits.

   I don't know if it's a psychological effect. Verak feels that it's extremely cold here, which makes him want to shiver.

   There was a faint smell of blood in the air, which also made him frown.

  Deputy Warden Lecter hadn't arrived yet, and after two murderous prison guards brought Verak in, they ordered him to sit on the only chair and put on multiple shackles.

   Verak, who was trapped in the seat and couldn't move, didn't know what to say. A torture was inevitable, and he seemed to be able to silently let it go.

   "Where's Lecter?"

  The atmosphere was too oppressive, so Verak couldn't help asking.

  The prison guard did not speak, and left the cell after fixing the shackles.

  Verak was alone in the interrogation room, and he had a bad feeling.

   "Dong dong dong." After a while, someone knocked on the door of the interrogation room, and then the deputy warden Lecter pushed the door open, "Why didn't you say please come in? It seems impolite for me to come in."

Verac stared at Lecter without saying a word, while Lecter went straight to the torture device with ease: "I forgot to tell you that there is a task to live with Keating...but it doesn't matter, anyway, you will know later gone."

   I received the leader’s reward from Teacher ‘Panlong’, and I have also seen the rewards from other teachers. My thanks are all in my heart. All I can do is polish the story with my heart. Life is getting better little by little, and I wish you all peace and prosperity.

  (end of this chapter)