"What are will and ideals? Do you know?" the old man asked.

Tang Xiaoyan said: "It is a virtual belief in people's minds."

"Yes, will, ideals or beliefs are extremely powerful, and can control people to do many things, and can make people endure immense physical pain." The old man said: "However, after all, it is just something engraved on the surface of the brain.

, it is pure nonsense to say that it is engraved deep in the soul and cannot be erased. For example, for you now, will and ideals are great. But for a mentally ill person, or those who only have a minute of memory, will

What are ideals and ideals? Nothing, so will and ideals are only based on reason and emotion, while memory is deeper than reason and emotion. For us, destroying memory is a simple matter, even more

Needless to say destroys sanity and sensibility."

"It's really a very sad thing. Do you think if I was arrested, would I confess?" the old man suddenly asked.

"I don't know." Tang Xiaoyan said.

"I don't know either." The old man said with a sad smile: "But I can tell you that I have withstood the test of this kind of cruel voice. Unfortunately, I failed. I only lasted 10 hours, 33 minutes and 25 seconds. You

Do you know what that means? That means that if I am arrested, the Ministry of Supervision will only have 10 hours, 33 minutes and 25 seconds to rescue me. If they have not successfully rescued me within this time, the toxin bomb in my body will explode.

.”

"Execution." The old man stood up and waved lazily.

Immediately afterwards, the chair where Tang Xiaoyan was sitting automatically extended a rope to tie Tang Xiaoyan up. Several staff members in white coats indifferently put on headphones for Tang Xiaoyan, and glued dozens of wires to Tang Xiaoyan's forehead.

Neck, chest, cervical spine, etc. everywhere in the body.

As the old man pressed the button, Tang Xiaoyan's body trembled suddenly. A strange sound suddenly penetrated his ears, like a knife being scraped. Tang Xiaoyan's body suddenly trembled, and goose bumps swelled.

Immediately afterwards, the sound became louder and louder, and more and more chaotic. It was as if there were hundreds of thousands of people talking in your ears, including children's screams, loud cries, women's lustful moans, and women's screams.

There are hysterical howls, the whispers of conspirators, the whispers of rattlesnakes, the gasps of murderers in your ears... and so on...

Tang Xiaoyan only felt that his heart was getting more and more irritable and violent.

"Let me go, you ***, let me go..." Tang Xiaoyan yelled into the air, struggling desperately.

However, the sounds in your ears are getting more and more chaotic and noisy. From hundreds and thousands of people to tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands, and they are all whispering in your ears. It’s like tens of thousands of people.

The ghosts all got into the ears.

Tang Xiaoyan's heart was suddenly filled with anger and irritability. He thought of Linghu Jun who had framed him many times, and of the insidious Linghu Shou. The blood in his whole body seemed to be boiling, and he was like Linghu Jun and Linghu Shou.

Thousands of corpses.

"Drink, roar..." Tang Xiaoyan roared.

The sounds in his ears were getting louder, more chaotic, and more complicated. It made Tang Xiaoyan seem to have entered a dream. Countless terrible things happened in the dream, which were extremely real and vivid. Countless painful experiences.

, printed directly into Tang Xiaoyan’s brain.

All the most tragic and terrifying things that could happen happened, and they pierced into Tang Xiaoyan's mind as if they were completely real.

Suddenly, the whole body and mind became dark and despairing. The ideal of becoming a hero, the grand ambition, and the will were all nothing, and they were all wiped out...

This kind of endless pain is like suffering and sinking in the eighteenth level of hell, never being able to stand up or escape...

"Ah...ah..." Tang Xiaoyan screamed and roared with trembling, his vocal cords were torn, and streaks of blood oozed out.

The muscles and veins all over the body are bulging violently, the eyeballs are heavily bloodshot, there is a crack in the eye socket, and there are many skin cracks all over the body...

Outside the interrogation room, the old man and four people in white coats stared closely at the various instruments.

"Beep, beep... the suspect's heartbeat exceeds 200 beats per minute... more than 220 beats... more than 240 beats..., life is in danger, life is in danger..."

"The suspect's blood pressure is 190, 195, 205, 210, 220..."

Each machine sounded a shrill alarm, and one of the staff members' expression changed slightly and said: "Director, he can't bear it anymore. If he continues, he might die!"

The old man frowned and said angrily: "I only lasted 40 minutes, and I'm basically a waste..."

Then, the old man took a microphone and said: "Do you want to end this pain? Do you want to be free? Just plead guilty..."

The old man's voice penetrated into Tang Xiaoyan's ears, like a thirsty person being splashed with water in the flames, like the hand of God reaching out from the sky in the sinking hell.

Nothing is important. Ending the pain in front of you is the most important thing. I would rather exchange it for anything.

"I..." Tang Xiaoyan just said one word.

The old man shook his head and said: "Waste, human beings are all waste. Our work is really not challenging. There are never exceptions. There are never exceptions."

"Director, what do you think?" Suddenly, the staff next to him suddenly asked in surprise.

The old man followed his hand to look at the computer instrument, and saw that the heartbeat and blood pressure numbers on the instrument began to drop rapidly.

220,200,180,150,120,100……

Finally, both heartbeat and blood pressure stayed at 100, extremely standard data.

"His thinking has collapsed, he has become mentally retarded, and his brain is completely useless," the staff said.

The old man's expression changed slightly, and he continued: "It's useless if it's useless. Waste has no human rights."

Although he thought Tang Xiaoyan had become dementia, the old man still asked into the microphone as usual: "Tang Xiaoyan, what is one plus one?"

Tang Xiaoyan inside replied: "Equal to three."

The old man and the staff looked at each other and sighed, it was useless after all.

But the old man was unwilling to give in and asked: "Why is it equal to three?"

Inside, Tang Xiaoyan said: "Why is it equal to three? You don't know such a simple thing? Just stretch out a finger with your left hand, stretch out a finger with your right hand, and then put it into your crotch to count. Doesn't it equal three?"

Tang Xiaoyan continued: "But you are old and your appearance has faded. You may have shrunk already, so it may be equal to 2."

Suddenly, the four staff couldn't help laughing. The old man's eyes were like lightning. They immediately held back their laughter, but their expressions were extremely weird.

"Director, he, he seems to be in a good state of mind. He is entertaining you." A staff member said.

The old man looked angry and sneered: "Amusing me? Okay, I won't stop you if you want to die. The frequency will be increased from level 1 to level 2."

The staff complied with the instructions, and the lethality of level 2 frequency was four times that of level 1. The staff looked slightly uneasy and were ready to stop immediately, because it is very likely that the suspect would die of cerebral hemorrhage as soon as the sound waves penetrated into the ears.

Sure enough, the blood pressure on the instrument suddenly jumped to over 200.

Everyone's expressions changed and they quickly stopped.

Unexpectedly, just as fast as the blood pressure rose, it dropped just as fast, and it soon returned to 100.

"Why are there always these sounds? Let's play a song and listen." Tang Xiaoyan inside made a very leisurely voice.

The old man was about to burst into anger and said angrily: "Okay, increase the frequency to level three."

The staff member's expression changed slightly and he said: "Director, the third level is eight times that of the second level, but it is used for intelligence agents. He may not be able to stand it for a second..."

"You can be promoted if you are asked to do so." The old man stepped forward directly, raised it to level three by himself, and then stared at the instrument with a sneer.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, you are really going to burst into tears. Instead of soaring, Tang Xiaoyan's blood pressure on the instrument dropped from 100 to 50, and then returned to 100 as if he were climbing stairs.

.

Now the old man was no longer angry. Instead, he was stunned, looked at each other with several staff members, and then directly raised the level to level four.

Suddenly, the instrument screamed suddenly, startling everyone. They only saw blood pressure and heartbeat, which suddenly surged to 250, but then suddenly dropped to 50, and then rose rapidly again...

Because there is a different beep every time the number drops or rises, and it sounds really harsh when it goes up and down.

The old man suddenly increased the frequency to level 5, which was the frequency he had endured before. He persisted for 10 hours.

But what happened next was even weirder. The heartbeat and blood pressure data on the instrument went up and down in a messy manner, and the beeps kept changing. Finally, it seemed that the beeps gradually adjusted to a regular rhythm.
Chapter completed!