Vishniak squinted his eyes and observed Helenson. This frightened nobleman gave him a feeling of dishonesty and cunning.
"Really?" Vishniak said very calmly, and then looked at Helenson quietly.
This put great pressure on Helenson. Although Vishniak's eyes were not sharp or evil at all, he always felt that the other person's eyes were cold, which made him feel chilled.
How to describe this feeling? It's like the feeling he had when he was caught doing bad things by his strict tutor or old father when he was a child.
He felt that he had been completely seen through and that no lie could deceive the other party, which made him feel very bad.
After a while, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he felt even more stressed, as if there was a big stone pressing on his chest, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.
"certainly!"
Under pressure, Helenson had to quickly explain: "My mission is to destroy Wallachia's financing. If I can destroy your good cooperative relationship with the Prussian royal family, it will be even worse..."
Vishniak still looked at him calmly, his eyes did not change at all, and he obviously still told Helenson: I don't believe what you said!
Helenson knew very well that if he only talked about sabotaging financing, even if the Russians discovered the problem, it would not be a big deal. But once he talked about sabotaging the marriage between Frederick I and the Prussian royal family, he would be finished.
When the time comes, the Russians will not let him go, nor will the Prussians or even Frederick I. Although he is timid, he is not stupid, and he knows what he can and cannot say.
After a while, even Vishnyak was a little surprised. This guy who looked as timid as a mouse had such a strong ability to withstand pressure. He didn't know whether the timidity he showed was a disguise or if he really didn't.
Got more information.
Of course, Vishniak would rather believe that this was a disguise, so he shrugged and said casually: "It seems that your mouth is not so tight! Let's take a rest for a while. After fifteen minutes I will
Come in again and see if you remember anything more!"
After saying that, he waved his hand and ordered to his subordinates: "Enter Earl Helenson well. It is best to be harsher on a dishonest guy like him, otherwise he will not know the seriousness of the matter at all!"
Helenson was scared to death. He really didn't expect the Russians to be so cruel. Even though he confessed, they still refused to let him go. Are these guys all hard-hearted devils?
"No! Sir! No, Sir, I have really made it clear. I really don't know anything else..."
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking the three words, Helenson's mouth was blocked by a rag full of dirt. He was disgusted even before he was whipped. As a clean and elegant high-ranking aristocrat, the rag was filled with dirt.
It was like a footcloth, the stench would make him vomit.
It's just that he couldn't spit it out because the blockage was too strong, and three or four executioners were entertaining him. Even if he spit it out, he would continue to stuff it back, because Vishniak really didn't like to hear the screams.
"This guy is a slippery man." Vishniak said to Fontana, "He should be avoiding the important and taking the easy. There are definitely things that have not been explained."
Fontana also nodded. To be honest, she really disliked the torture section in the Gendarmerie Headquarters. She hated this place, but she had to admit that sometimes such equipment still had to exist for some guys.
"I think so too," she frowned slightly, because the sound of whips hitting flesh could still be faintly heard next door, which brought back more bad memories for her.
However, she took a slight breath and suppressed these bad feelings, and continued: "He should have key information, and his mouth must be pried open."
At this point, she glanced at the next door, frowned again, and asked: "But you are right, he is a slippery man and will not speak easily. In order to keep the most important secret, he is likely to continue to avoid trivial matters or even make up stories.
, so we have to put more pressure on him..."
Vishniak knew that Fontana had not finished speaking, or that what she wanted to express was not literally what she meant, so he waited quietly, and sure enough, after a moment of silence, Fontana said again:
"I think it's difficult to open his mouth by torture alone. We have to make him think that we have discovered more, and any of his tricks will not work."
Vishniak nodded and said: "I think so too, but the information we have at hand is still too little, and we only have one chance to test and exert pressure. Once we are wrong, I am afraid that our trump card will be revealed.
Then there will be trouble.”
This is the most troublesome part of the interrogation, because the information will never be equal. You can never know how many secrets a guy like Helenson has mastered. You have to be careful and probe little by little, analyze and judge from various clues, and then slowly
Only slowly could he pry his mouth open.
And sometimes time is still very limited. If the goal is not achieved in time, even if the prisoner finally confesses, it will be too late.
Vishniak sighed: "So I can only give him a good beating first, and then see if he will explain anything new. I can only take one step at a time and wait and see."
Fontana also nodded in agreement. At this moment, the gendarme responsible for torture next door walked in: "Sir, the prisoner has something to say."
Vishniak took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. Only seven or eight minutes had passed. Although all the high-ranking nobles had delicate skin, this was too fast. Thinking about it, he exchanged glances with Fontana.
, Fontana also felt that it was too fast.
Vishniak calmed down and ordered directly: "Don't worry, the fifteen minutes are not up yet, let's talk after the fight is over!"
This decision left the military policeman in charge of the execution, Monk Zhang Er, confused. Because the prisoner had already asked for an explanation, why should we still fight? What does this mean? Do you want to make the prisoner talk, or do you simply want to torture the prisoner for fun?
Anyway, the way he looked at Vishnyak changed when he went out, probably because he thought there was something wrong with Vishnyak.
"Haha," Fontana laughed, "you scared the Grand Duke's subordinates, but your request is indeed a bit unusual, and it is normal for it to be misunderstood!"
Vishniak touched his cheek and sighed faintly: "Damn it, they are going to spread rumors again. In addition to LSP, I'm afraid I will be called a sadist..."