Darkness is Coming Chapter 72

   The bloody-faced prisoner was tied to a chair, dying, he had been tortured and beaten for too long.

   "Still refusing to speak?" Yang Xiaoqian counted the time, two hours have passed since he caught the missionary of the evolutionary religion, and the other party refused to say a word.

  Wang Hai shook his head helplessly, he didn't sympathize with the poor **** who was tortured, this beast deserved what he deserved. It was really hard for Wang Hai to imagine how evil a person must be in order to deceive innocent neighbors out of the house and take them to the slaughterhouse without any psychological burden.

   "I really consider myself a martyr." Yang Xiaoqian lost his patience, "You all go out and leave it to me."

Yang Xiaoqian never talks about humanism to sinners. Before, he just didn't want to get his hands dirty. Now he lost his patience and had to do it himself. Although Wang Hai was born in the special forces, his torture skills were obviously insufficient, and he only used pure physical torture. How can a mad believer collapse?

  When the others left the room, the man on the stool with his eyes barely opened seemed to see a demon.

   "I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it yourself." Yang Xiaoqian's voice was a little erratic, and then the handcuffs on the man's wrist were unlocked with a key.

  The small key was forcibly shoved into the man's mouth, followed by a large bowl of water that slid the key down his throat and down his esophagus into his stomach.

   The man was still wondering, but Yang Xiaoqian had already picked him up. With the help of the rune bracelet, it was not difficult to lift a thin man who weighed over 100 pounds.

"I was drowning in water when I was a child, and I almost couldn't be rescued. Since then, I have had a shadow on swimming, because that feeling is really terrible and terrible. How about you, have you ever suffocated?" Yang Xiaoqian stared at the man's bewildered look and smiled. With a smile, "It doesn't seem to be, it doesn't matter, everything has a first time."

  Yang Xiaoqian threw him to the ground, kicked away the chair, and then cut his hands behind his back and handcuffed him, then wrapped several plastic bags around the man's head layer by layer, and sealed the gap with tape to prevent him from breathing.

"I know you can hear me, maybe not very clearly, but it doesn't matter, I won't talk about very important things anyway, I just want to tell you that your evolutionary lord will not come to save you, you are in boundless Repent of your sins in the endless pain." After speaking, Yang Xiaoqian turned and walked to the door, opened the door, closed the door again, pretended to have left the room, and then stood there and started reading the clock.

   The torture method Yang Xiaoqian uses now is learned from books, and has been brutally tortured by the secret police.

The secret police who persecute martyrs and innocent people will handcuff the hands of the interrogated person, force him to swallow the keys, put tape on his mouth, put a sealed bag on his head, and then leave the prisoner alone in silence. Slowly suffocated to death.

   Of course, sometimes this bag of forbidden air and life is torn open at the last second, giving the victim a chance to reveal his secrets. But if the tortured person would rather die than surrender, he will feel his life fading away in a desperate suffocation, and in the process, he always knows that the key to his freedom is in his belly, as long as he If he is willing to spit out the contents of his stomach, he can no longer be tortured.

   This trick is very vulgar, but it is very effective. Not many people can persist in death under the double torture of physical and mental, and the terrifying oppression between life and death.

   After a minute passed, the man's legs began to shake.

  Two minutes later, the man was twitching violently, swinging wildly, trying to break free from the handcuffs and tore the plastic bag over his head. In order to prevent the friction between his head and the floor from tearing the plastic bag into the air, Yang Xiaoqian simply asked the black ghost to lift him up in the air.

   With his movements, the oxygen was consumed a lot, and soon he was motionless and drooping. The occasional slight twitch made it impossible to tell if he was still alive.

   "Two and a half minutes, about the same." Yang Xiaoqian put down his watch, and the black ghost immediately tore open the layers of plastic bags.

   The victim seemed to be dead, still motionless, and after a second or two, he suddenly opened his eyes as if he had been revived by an electric shock, breathing greedily with big mouthfuls of air.

   "I say, I say!"

   Before Yang Xiaoqian could speak again, he had collapsed, and he wanted to take out everything in his stomach and offer it with both hands.

   Twenty minutes later.

"You're not human, you're a demon in human skin." After being tortured repeatedly and getting all the information out, he glared at Yang Xiaoqian and cursed, "You will go to hell! Kill me, kill me, I I'll wait for you below!"

   "Oh." Yang Xiaoqian walked out of the room, wiping his hands with a tissue, while casually greeting a few people waiting outside the house, and finally Fang Yu said, "Fang Yu, deal with him."

  Fang Yugang got up to greet him. Hearing this, he froze and asked, "What do you mean by processing?"

   "Killed. Is it possible to let him report the letter?" Yang Xiaoqian replied casually, the life that used to be priceless seemed to be less and less valuable, and even Wang Hai did not express any objection.

   "I..." Fang Yu's face became bitter, "He has no ability to resist, why do you want to kill him?"

"Because he deserves to die, because we don't have the energy to take care of the captives, who knows if he will come up with any way to tip off? It's a good thing that you are happy to save people, but you must also prioritize, saving such a person is likely to kill more people. Human. From another point of view, if you could kill this person earlier, perhaps the innocent victims who were tricked by him to be sacrificed by the evolutionary sect wouldn't die." Yang Xiaoqian folded the tissue into small squares, and casually Throw it into the trash can, "Also, this is an order, of course you can disobey it. Today I want you to kill the person who should be killed, if you have questions, maybe tomorrow you ask me to save the person who should be saved, and I will take your questions. Back to you."

"It's a waste of time." Yu Qian, who was watching a good show, sneered in his heart. This is something Yang Xiaoqian should appreciate. When necessary, killing decisively is a necessary skill to survive in a chaotic world. Yang Xiaoqian has obviously mastered this skill. Now he is trying to make Fang Yu also learned.

   This situation reminds Yu Qian of the scene where he forced Yang Xiaoqian to kill when he was in the tunnel of Sanguan Institute.

   "You understand my painstaking efforts." Yu Qian nodded to Yang Xiaoqian with an old-fashioned tone. There is a feeling that the teacher and the father see the disciples pass on the skills they have learned to their apprentices and grandchildren after they have completed their studies.

  Yang Xiaoqian cast a vague look at a fool, Yu Qian didn't understand, Yang Xiaoqian didn't say much, and with a gesture, the black ghost lifted Fang Yu, threw it into the room, and closed the door.

   "Let's make a bet?" Yang Xiaoqian raised his wrist and started timing, "How long will it take him to make a bet?"

   "Three minutes." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Wang Hai felt a little regretful, how did he fall to the point of betting on something like this.

   Yu Qian pouted and said contemptuously, "I don't think he can do anything at all."

"Well, then I'll bet on him for five minutes. The odds are not realistic. Just say a bet, such as..." Before Yang Xiaoqian could give an example, Fang Yu had already opened the door and walked out, holding the door. The knuckles of the palm of the hand are whitish.

   Through the door frame, Yang Xiaoqian could see a charred corpse smoking inside the house.

   "It's a talent." Yu Qian didn't feel unhappy about being slapped in the face, but instead smiled and expressed his appreciation to Fang Yu.

   "It's clean and neat, very good." Yang Xiaoqian also nodded, "Take a rest, you have done the right thing, and like this, you can save more lives."

  Fang Yu squatted on the floor as if collapsed, not saying a word.

Chapter end