Detained in a short cell less than half a meter wide, leaning against the plywood wall where he could not stand up straight, squat down or turn around, smelling the cold and damp smell mixed with the pungent smell of excrement and fishy smell, Wang Chengzhu's face revealed.
Disdainfully, I turned on the digital body settings and lowered the three sensory functions of smell, taste, and touch to the lowest value. I did not turn them off completely, in order to maintain a little awareness of the surrounding environment. While minimizing the negative effects to the greatest extent, I reminded myself that this was darkness.
prison.
Looking at the layers of filth growing under my feet and on the walls, I thought that this row of low cubicles was specially built by the police station and was commonly used to torture people's bodies and spirits. Fortunately, there was a system to protect him, so he
A time traveler who has lived in peaceful times for a long time has long been sold out to do hard labor by asking questions.
In addition to reducing part of his perception ability, the biggest help the system gave Wang Chengzhu was that he could see the date and time, and know how long had passed in the dark prison. He could also read some transcribed books and documents to kill some time.
One day passed, the cell door was opened, and a guard took Wang Chengzhu out.
The ropes that bound Wang Chengzhu's hands were casually tied to the ground anchor. The security guard sat down behind the interrogation table, took a drink of water from the teapot, placed it heavily on the table, and asked: "Isn't the solitary room uncomfortable? Is it okay?
Didn't you remember anything?"
Unexpectedly, Wang Chengzhu replied in a loud voice: "It's true that I feel uncomfortable, but I don't know what you are talking about."
"Humph, I'll let you go to jail and give you a chance to avoid physical pain." The colleague on the right of the Tiren guard snorted coldly and instructed, "Since he refuses to drink wine as a fine, then take him to the underground for interrogation.
Go to the room."
"Yes." The security guard, who was obviously of low status, responded, stood up and led Wang Chengzhu out of the inquiry room again.
Underground interrogation room.
Unlike the stinking and damp low dungeon compartments, the interrogation room where torture instruments are kept has a lingering smell of blood.
