The cell was completely isolated. Someone would bring him a piece of bread and a glass of water every day, and then he would be the only one left in the world.

Zhao Ziyang, who had just been imprisoned, was not used to it and kept hitting the alloy door with his fists, but the only response he received was the sound of fists colliding with the door.

His lost memory was restored in a short period of time, and his physique was not inferior to that of humans at all, which made his cell regeneration speed jump by leaps and bounds. The memory cells seemed to have a main body, and even if they were all erased, they would recover within a certain period of time.

, and his memory has not been erased.

Zhao Ziyang, who recovered his memory, did not reveal any flaws. He knew that a micro bomb was indeed installed in his heart, and a chip was implanted in the back of his brain to control his behavior. Every six hours, the chip will be activated.

Stimulate his brain and make his whole body twitch in pain. After this torture is over, the scientific researcher will come over and talk to him in a savior's tone.

"My dear, you are really powerful, you should have more." The scientific researcher made a helpless voice to Zhao Ziyang, shook his head and said: "Actually, I love you very much, my child, I can make your pain less

, so that you will no longer be troubled by this kind of trouble in the future."

Zhao Ziyang stared at the other person through the small hole through which the food was passed, and a flame almost burned him: This bastard is Simon. Although his appearance has changed, his voice has not changed.

"Maybe you should eat a piece of chocolate." Simon threw a piece of chocolate in and said with a smile on his face: "Eat it, as long as you obey, I will give you the best."

Zhao Ziyang, who was under surveillance, threw the chocolate out and refused Simon's overtures.

However, Simon was not angry. Instead, he put the chocolate in his pocket with a smile and left, waiting until six hours later to perform this torture on Zhao Ziyang again.

More than a month had passed. Every time Simon would bring something small, whether it was chocolate, a burger, or a cup of milk tea, but without exception, Zhao Ziyang would throw them all out.

But Simon is still not angry. He knows that what he is doing is called boiling the eagle in the East. Once the wildness of the eagle is gone and the eagle is willing to eat the small food he brought, the eagle will soon become his prey.

Eagle, work loyally for yourself.

Not only did Simon know what he was doing, Zhao Ziyang also knew very well what his opponent wanted.

In the East, it’s called Bo Ying, and in the West, it’s called Stockholm Syndrome.

Several conditions must be met for Stockholm Syndrome to occur: you must truly feel that your life is threatened, make you feel that it is not certain whether it will happen, and then believe that the violent person will do it at any time without hesitation;

The violent person will definitely give you small favors and give you a hope; you will not get any information, you will be completely isolated, and all sources of information can only be obtained from the violent person; making you feel that there is no way to escape.

Simon was using these points to slowly hold Zhao Ziyang down. He was not impatient, because he couldn't be impatient at all. Zhao Ziyang was not an ordinary person, and it would take more time for his mind to completely collapse.

When the second month passed, Zhao Ziyang, who was so hungry that he was skinny and skinny, finally reached out and grabbed the fragrant chicken legs and gnawed them. He found that the most delicious thing in the world was chicken legs, and even the chicken bones were fragrant.

Simon laughed. He saw submission in Zhao Ziyang's eyes. All wildness had been lost and he was now like a dog.

"Kid, eat slowly, I still have some here." Simon took out two more chicken drumsticks and handed them to Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Ziyang chewed up the chicken bones and swallowed them into his stomach. His eyes showed gratitude. He knelt down on the ground and carefully took the chicken legs and started to chew them crazily.

"My child, you are very good. I will change you to a very comfortable place." Simon smiled and said, "You will enjoy richer food."

Zhao Ziyang was dragged out and sent to a spacious room with a bed. After two months of torture, Zhao Ziyang could not even stand, let alone resist.

Even if his body is intact, he cannot resist. The chip in his head will instantly make him lose his fighting ability and make him unable to get rid of it.

Simon was trying to hold him back, and he was also cooperating with Simon very cleverly until the other party completely relaxed his vigilance. During this period, his memory was tested several times, but he used his willpower to deal with it. Afterwards, Simon no longer worried about his memory recovery.

’s matter.

I have a bed, I can stretch out my arms and legs, and my daily diet has been reduced to two meals, not only bread, but also a small amount of milk and beef, but I am still hungry.

Milk and beef allow Zhao Ziyang's body to recover slowly. Simon will not want a useless person. Now Zhao Ziyang has developed a Stockholm Syndrome mentality. The next step is to deepen this mentality.

The punishment of brain stimulation through the chip became once every 12 hours. After each punishment, Simon would still come over to chat with Zhao Ziyang, throw him a can of Coke or peanuts, and occasionally give him a magazine with only pictures and no text.

There are all kinds of beauties.

For all this, Zhao Ziyang was still patient. He enjoyed what Simon gave him without hesitation, and gave Simon a grateful look while enjoying it. When he opened the magazine, he did not hide his desire,

He even held the pictorial in one hand and put his hand into his crotch with the other and started to fuck it.

What he appears now is a dog, a dog that Simon has raised well.

This room is still made of alloy, and the bright lights are on 24 hours a day, making it difficult for Zhao Ziyang to tell whether it is day or night. There is a vent on the ceiling of the corridor, and fresh air is discharged from the vent. There are no windows.

, obviously, this is underground, but I don’t know where exactly it is.

Days like this continued, and Zhao Ziyang pretended to be more and more like a loyal dog, grateful to Simon.

"Hey, my child, I know you want women very much. Look, I found two for you." Simon walked in with a smile on his face and brought the two charming women to Zhao Ziyang.

The moment he saw the two women, Zhao Ziyang's eyes were full of lust, and he made a swallowing sound in his throat. But he did not pounce on them, but looked at Simon with a flattering look, as if asking if he could enjoy it.

.

"Hurry up and enjoy it, my child." Simon showed a loving smile and signaled that Zhao Ziyang could enjoy it.

With Simon's permission, Zhao Ziyang pounced on one of the girls, tore off her clothes, took off her pants and got in straight.

"Ah!" The girl screamed in pain, her body without any water seemed to have been penetrated deeply by a piece of rough wood.

But Zhao Ziyang didn't care about the other girl's fear at all. While twitching his body crazily, he reached out to pull the other girl over and kneaded her vigorously.

"Hahahaha..." Simon laughed loudly, watching with interest a male dog ravaging two female dogs inside.

He wanted to tell Zhao Ziyang: I can satisfy you with everything you want, as long as you want it.

In the end, the lower bodies of the two women were stained red with blood, and only half of their lives were left. Zhao Ziyang was also satisfied, and looked at Simon with even more respect and love.

But he kept reminding himself that he had to keep pretending. It wasn't the time yet, so he had to endure it. But somehow, in his true heart, he felt that Simon was very kind. This was a manifestation of Stockholm Syndrome. He had to pretend.

You have to be another self, otherwise your flaws will definitely be exposed.

So after enjoying torture twice a day, the first thing Zhao Ziyang did was to adjust his mentality so that he could not be blinded by Stockholm Syndrome.

Another two months have passed, and Zhao Ziyang's body has almost recovered. His body is full and strong again, and his living place has been changed again, into a room with a bathroom, a toilet, and a big bed. This means that Simon thinks that he is basically

He has succeeded and started to walk towards the last step little by little. After taking the last step, Zhao Ziyang will become his most loyal dog, making people feel at ease wherever he puts it.

"Sir." Zhao Ziyang stood up from the comfortable bed and faced Simon who walked in with a respectful expression.

"How about it, my child, are you still used to living here? Haha..." Simon laughed heartily.

"I like it very much." Zhao Ziyang grinned, looking very satisfied.

Now he started talking to Simon, but not much, trying to use body language and expressions instead. It is easy to make mistakes if you talk too much, especially at the most critical moment.

There were no guards around Simon, but Zhao Ziyang did not dare to attack him. The control of the chip in his brain was still in Simon's hands. If Simon was killed by him, he would still be restricted. What he has to do now is to find ways to destroy the control.

Chip's computer program, and then be able to escape completely.

"I'm happy to see you satisfied." Simon smiled kindly, patted Zhao Ziyang on the shoulder and said, "My child, can you do something for me?"

"Sir, please tell me what you want to say." Zhao Ziyang looked obligated.

"Very good." Simon nodded and said, "I need you to help me kill someone. This person is very powerful. I also want to see your true ability."

Zhao Ziyang looked excited and seemed to be very happy that he could be tested by Simon.

Under the leadership of Simon, Zhao Ziyang walked into a spacious hall with his head held high. All the lights in the hall were turned on, illuminating the area like daylight.

There was a strong smell of corpses. Looking around, there was a lot of black blood and minced meat on the ground. This was an arena for testing zombies.

"Do you know where this place is?" Simon asked with a smile.

Zhao Ziyang shook his head.

"My child, this is the place where strong men are born. Those who can walk out from here will eventually become strong men who cannot be defeated."

Strong one? Zhao Ziyang sneered in his heart, but his face was deeply convinced, and his eyes radiated heat.

"Do you want to be strong?" Simon turned his head and asked.

"Think!" Zhao Ziyang clenched his fists.

"Why do you think so?" Simon asked again with a half-smile.

"Repay sir." Zhao Ziyang blurted out.

"Hahahaha..." Simon laughed loudly, shook his head and said: "I don't need you to repay me. Remember, we are friends, very equal friends."

"No, no, no..." Zhao Ziyang looked terrified.

"Don't worry," Simon nodded with satisfaction, pointed to the corner of the hall and said, "My friend, go kill him and use your most powerful tricks."

Simon has already called Zhao Ziyang a friend. This is the final stage of deepening Stockholm's comprehensive psychology: improving the other person's identity and making him grateful.

A huge figure like a polar bear appeared in the corner of the hall, but this big man's legs and feet were not very agile. He limped to the center and looked around.

Omo, how could it be Omo!
Chapter completed!