Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 114 Alive

  Lecter's face froze for a few seconds, and then a more ferocious smile appeared: "Very good."

  Verak glared at Lecter pretending to be calm. He must never compromise, never give up the struggle, but doing so does not mean that he is not afraid in his heart.

  He has seen Lecter's methods just now, not to mention that it is only the tip of the iceberg. There are so many instruments of torture in the interrogation room, and Lecter is a complete lunatic. If he is serious, even if he just gives Verak one by one, Verak has three lives.

"Actually, gold is nothing to me. It's just one of the reasons why my father arranged for me to come here. I'm willing to help him do it because it will naturally expand my hobbies." Lecter left When he arrived at the interrogation table, he began to tear the paper, "What I lack is not money, but a rare toy like you. Therefore, your refusal to cooperate is exactly what I want."

"Toy…"

"Yes! Very high-quality toy!" Lecter listed Veraker's advantages as a toy from a strange angle, "You grew up in the same place as me, and have the same pampering as me, but you are different in character. And unlike me, it's so much fun torturing someone like you."

  Verak didn't know what to say, now it was obvious that Lecter was going to prepare a new method of torture.

  As long as he doesn't give in, Lecter will continue to intensify, but if he gives in, it will be a dead end.

   "Huh..." Verak let out a breath of cold air trembling.

  He was worried that he would not be able to persist and would die under torture. Rather than enduring countless pains and dying inhumanely, it may be better to die early.

  But what if you persist?

   "This is just the beginning, keep going..."

  Verak thought to himself.

  At the very least, there is still that one in ten thousand possibility.

"I don't know if you have studied psychology. The harder it is to do, the stronger the sense of accomplishment after it is achieved." Lecter took the paper to the side of the interrogation room and soaked the paper with water, "I hope you The threshold is a little higher, so my pleasure after conquering you will be higher."

  Every time he said a word, Verak's jaw and collarbone would be stabbed with a fork. He really had nothing to say, so he just silently listened to Lecter's crazy words.

   Soon, Lecter walked over holding a piece of wet paper, and covered Veraker's face with it: "This is very interesting, I will share this with you first."

  The wet paper stuck to Verak's face, blocking his nose and mouth, making it difficult for him to breathe.

   Enduring the pain of the fork piercing his jaw, he opened his mouth slightly, blowing, and at the same time sticking out his tongue against the paper.

  Lecter watched with great interest as Veraker used various means to gain breathing space: "Triple torture, how does it feel?"

  Verak didn't have time to answer, the fork stuck into his chin, and it continued to pierce deeper with each exhalation, which stimulated him to be more awake, and his body kept trembling.

   "Huh!"

   With one violent exhalation, the paper was blown to the ground.

"The desire to survive is very strong." Lecter applauded Veraker sincerely, "So, are you willing to cooperate now? If yes, I will put you back and wait for your good news tomorrow. If you still refuse, the situation It will be much worse than just now, and there is no room for regret."

  Verak saw expectation in Lecter's eyes, and Lecter still expected him to refuse.

  He is very tired.

  Hanging his head up for a long time, his neck was so sore, but he didn't dare to move at all. Just as he blew off the paper, the double-headed fork was deeply embedded in his flesh and blood.

  The finger was broken or something. He only knew that the finger was swollen for some reason. As for the pain and numbness, he could no longer feel it.

  The torture on the first day was so brutal, Verak didn't dare to think about the future, and he even felt that as long as he answered 'deny', he wouldn't even be able to survive today.

  Yes, is it possible to agree?

   What if I agree? If he compromises by himself, he will not be able to find out Keating's secret even if he lingers on for a day, and the situation will be even worse than this.

   There is no choice at all, and the only thing left to Verak is to bite the bullet and go on.

"reject…"

"Okay!" Lecter waited for Veraker's words, and he strode excitedly to the side, and this time, three sheets of paper were piled together and soaked, and then covered Veraker's face, "We agreed , there is no chance of regret this time, so you either live or die, and you can't stop halfway."

  The three wet papers together cannot be blown apart by blowing at all, not to mention the double-headed fork restricts Veraker, and he can only exhale a small breath.

   "Hoo! Hoo!" The death threat struck again, Verak swung his legs, exhaled with all his might, and tried to push the paper away.

   Hearing Veraker exhale, but the paper remained motionless, Lecter smiled. Suddenly, he thought of a better idea: "If I come back to see you at noon, I can keep looking forward to it all morning. Let me guess if I see you alive or a cold corpse..."

  If Lecter really left, it would be useless for Veraker to regret it. He would either struggle to escape by himself, or he would be suffocated to death!

   "Boom!" The heavy door of the interrogation room closed, and Lecter left.

  Verak didn't care about him at all, the suffocation made his chest uncomfortable, he twisted his body uncontrollably, shaking his head from side to side.

   "Hoo! Hoo!"

  Let him blow, and the paper will stick firmly to his face.

dying.

  Verak thought.

  He tried everything, but the paper still didn't budge.

  Having held his breath for more than a minute, the desire to breathe overwhelmed everything else, and the discomfort made his mind a mess and it was difficult to calm down.

   Really dying.

So sad.

  What a pain.

  Fingers are numb, and the blood on his chin and chest is flowing again and again. Verak never thought that he would suffer such inhuman torture one day, let alone that it was his own choice.

   "Uh... hiss!" Verak risked the double-headed fork to pierce his jaw, opened his mouth halfway and exhaled violently.

   The paper still doesn't move!

   In desperation, Verak bit the paper.

  The mouth opened and closed quickly, and the double-headed fork kept piercing in and out, and he pulled the paper into his mouth bit by bit.

   Under the instinct of survival, pain can be so insignificant.

  The double-headed fork pierced Veraker's jaw with blood, and he became indifferent, stuffing all the papers into his mouth.

   "Pfft!" Verak turned his head and spat the paper from his mouth onto the ground.

   "Hoo...hoo..."

  Two minutes and thirty seconds!

  Near death!

  Verak's body was drenched in sweat, he had already ignored the **** chin and collarbone, and began to pant heavily.

  Although the crisis of death has passed, the torment is not over yet, and Lecter will not be back until noon. In other words, Verak had to keep his head up to the limit for at least four hours.

   Recently, some readers have reported that they hope that the prison volume will end soon. I will try my best to make the prison volume more visible, but this volume cannot be finished for the time being. This volume is very important, the most important stage in Verak's life, and it is also the basis for determining whether things can be done in the future. It will be more and more exciting in the future, please wait and see.

  (end of this chapter)