Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 113 Torture

   "Mr. Keating has already told me." Verac looked at Lecter's back and said.

  Lecter caressed each piece of torture equipment with his hand, carefully selecting: "He said...then did you ask for information?"

   "No." Verak felt a chill on the back of his shoulders, and watched others choose the instruments of torture to inflict on him, and the sense of oppression and fear could not be suppressed at all.

"Did you not ask, or didn't you ask at all?" Lecter finally picked out a satisfactory torture tool, and grabbed an object that looked like a dinner fork, but was longer than a dinner fork, and had prongs at both ends. hands.

Verak saw it, he couldn't figure out what that thing was used for, but it wasn't scary, and what made him even more uncertain was that Lecter was still choosing other torture tools: "...asked, he did not say."

Lecter sighed regretfully: "You newcomers, especially those who originally lived in a big city with dignity, will suffer from a bad problem, that is, you are used to maintaining a neither humble nor overbearing attitude. It is because you can't recognize the situation clearly. I was just caught here, why didn't I make any corrections after I came in? I really don't know how to be flexible, since I have come to this kind of place, I should immediately lower my eyebrows and put my soul on my knees."

   "If it is so easy to kneel down, how many people will be caught?" Verak asked back.

"That's right. To put it bluntly, we are people from two worlds. I can't understand your thoughts no matter what, so I only focus on the result." Lecter once again picked a torture tool that Verak couldn't see the use of, and walked up to him .

   "What is this?" Verak asked, staring at the two instruments of torture that Lecter was holding.

  Lecter put down the double-headed fork first, and patiently fixed another torture device on Verak's hands: "If you don't obey, this thing will pinch off your fingers."

  Verak's fingers passed through the gap of the device and were fixed, and as Lecter twisted the mechanism, the clamp-like device tightened more and more, almost snapping his fingers off!

   "Stop!" Verak shouted.

   "Is this unbearable?" Lecter stopped, but instead of stopping there, he picked up the double-headed fork.

  Verak desperately tried to pull his hand out of the thumb clip, Lecter pressed his hand on his forehead, and said gently and pervertedly: "Don't move, or you will be in big trouble."

   As he spoke, Lecter tied the double-headed fork around Verak's neck, with one end against Verak's chin and the other end against the middle of the collarbone.

  Because Lecter had tilted Verak's head back as far as possible before fixing it, so after the double-headed fork was fixed, Verak's head had no room to move. He only needs to move a little, and the two ends of the double-headed fork will immediately insert into his chin and chest respectively.

  Verak tried to shake his head from side to side, but it didn't make the situation any better except for the double-headed fork to grind blood on his chin and chest.

  Lecter took a few steps back, admiring the masterpiece.

  At this moment, Veraker was handcuffed to a chair and could not move, his hands were clamped by thumb clamps, and his head was thrown back to the limit. The posture was extremely funny to Lecter.

"It's the first time you are treated like this as a nobleman, right? How do you feel? Can you maintain that feeling of being neither humble nor overbearing?" Lecter sat on the interrogation table in a happy mood, hunched over and dangling his legs , "I can't even see your expression, I can only see that you are trembling all over. Can we have a good chat now?"

  Verak wanted to speak, but he opened his mouth a little, and the end of the double-headed fork was directly stuck in his chin, and the blood flowed down his chin, neck, and to his chest, so he had to purse his mouth as much as possible and close his chin.

"It's been half a year since a new prisoner from Laizein came here, which made me quite lonely. Your family should also be in the West District, right? You should also know that we can't communicate with the outside world a few times a month." , so I read the newspaper yesterday afternoon to find out how much commotion you have caused in Laizein." Lecter knew that Veraker could not speak, his eyes were drawn away by the blood, and he said to himself, "Your family The current situation is not good, and it was announced yesterday that it will officially withdraw from the World Expo."

  Hearing the news from Laizein, Veraker, who had originally maintained an extremely uncomfortable posture, endured the pain and wanted to remain silent, looked at Lecter as much as possible.

Lecter rested his chin on one hand and looked into Verak's blood-red eyes: "I guess you must really want to know the news of your companions. You are committing crimes against the wind, and you, as their leader, should worry about them all the time, right? They Was it brutally murdered, or did it hide like a mouse?"

   "Sue—" Verak gritted his teeth, kept his jaw still as much as possible, and made an indistinct sound with difficulty, "Sue—I—"

"It would be too boring to tell you that." Lecter jumped off the interrogation table and walked unsteadily in front of Veraker, "Could it be that you expect a deputy warden to selflessly reveal this to a prisoner?" Important information?"

  After Lecter approached, Verak looked up and saw that he didn't have to struggle so much: "You-think-how-"

"Use any means you can think of to find out the whereabouts of the gold from Keating's mouth." Lecter put his hands in his pockets and said coldly, "At that time, I can not only tell you the news of the rebellious party, but also tell you Let it out."

   "You...why...don't go..." Veraker didn't understand Lecter's logic. He had the time to interrogate himself and forced himself to ask Keating, why didn't he just ask Keating himself?

   "Because I can't ask." Lecter tilted his head, dissatisfied with Veraker's words, "I hate people talking nonsense to me, so I need to be punished."

  He frantically twisted the mechanism of the thumb clip, and the metal thumb clip tightened even more, causing Verak's fingers to straighten in pain, twisting indescribably.

   "Uh..." Verak resisted instinctively, struggling to shrink his arms, but the shackles were firmly fixed, and he didn't shake even a little bit.

   "Don't move around, or I will twist faster." Lecter twisted, while getting close to Verak, his indifferent eyes reflected Verak's veins and flushed face.

  Verak's eyes were wide open, his teeth were clenched tightly, and he tried his best not to make fierce resistance.

Lecter stopped turning the thumb clip, took out a handkerchief and wiped Veraker's sweat: "How is it? Is this deal a good deal? Ask the whereabouts of the gold, and you won't have to go through these tortures anymore, and you can learn about the whereabouts of your companion first-hand. news, and leave here openly."

"Ah…"

   Contrary to Lecter's expectations, Veraker did not become obedient after suffering a bit, but instead grinned and sneered at him disdainfully.

  (end of this chapter)