In the bright corridor, Hemihe pressed Charles forward and the captain of the Narwhal had a calm but sad expression.
He never thought that the other party would actually kill Salin like this. What made him feel sad was not Salin's death, but that these Mih didn't care about their life or death at all.
Whether you can survive in such a place depends entirely on the final outcome of the thing you pretend to be in the last era.
"Phew~ It's a good thing we got script 134. If we had gotten script 704, we would have been the ones to be dismembered." Richard said thankfully in his mind.
Charles raised the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Do you think this is a good thing?"
"What are you talking about? We have to find a way to get out of here. If we continue like this, they will kill us sooner or later!"
Charles looked at the Heimihe who was holding him. He could kill two Heimihes, but killing them would only lead to more losses. He had to find other ways to escape.
"You concentrate on remembering our location, and I will determine our current position on the map and see if I can find all the places where the Foundation is holding the experimental subjects." Charles said.
Since Salin can escape in this way, he can do it as well. What's more, his advantage over Salin is that he has experience in the third laboratory and has the map of the second laboratory in his hand. This is an opportunity for him.
"Okay, you're busy."
One, two, three, according to the display on the map in his memory, Charles slowly confirmed the location where the experimental subjects were imprisoned in his mind.
Charles wanted to continue marking, but reality did not give him time to do so. With a clang, his limbs were locked on the rack again, and the cold iron chains once again wrapped around his body.
Looking at Mih behind the glass in the distance, Charles sighed. Although he had a preliminary plan in mind, he had no way to implement it now.
Fortunately, his life is safe in the short term. Since the real 134 is in Sodom, and she has survived from the last era to the present, the Foundation must not have killed her.
A man in a white robe with blood spots on his body walked into the empty room and stood next to Charles, muttering something.
Charles knew without any need to guess that this was a threat. He coldly watched the silent drama in front of him that was happening in the previous era.
"@＊%&!!" 134 seemed to have said something that angered him. The man in white robe suddenly became excited and said something to the subordinate next to him.
Then, Mih rushed over again with a whip in his hand. Charles knew what was about to happen to him, so he gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.
"Snap!!" The long whip covered with black water hit Charles' slightly healed wound, and scarlet blood dripped again.
After being whipped dozens of times, Charles's bloody body was no longer recognizable as a human. The severe pain that followed made Charles groan in pain.
The pain was getting worse, but after the first time, it was a little easier to bear the second time.
However, the white-robed Mih did not seem to intend to let Charles go. Charles, who was dizzy, soon saw the black Mih running to his side with a giant insect covered with black hair as thick as his forearm.
The worm was placed on Charles' body, and as it slowly squirmed, the fluff on its body fell on Charles' wound. When the fluff touched the blood, it seemed to have life, spinning and trembling, and drilling into the flesh.
Charles felt the wound, which should have been extremely painful, begin to itch. It was just a slight itch at first, but within a few seconds, the tingling sensation spread all over his body. The intense itch that felt like scratching his heart and lungs drove him crazy in an instant.
At this moment, the Mihs around them suddenly became shaky and lay on the ground, covering their ears.
Suddenly, Mih in the white robe stuffed a ball directly into Charles' mouth, and as Charles' screams turned into whimpers, they all stood still.
They were not afraid of Charles' screams, they were simply imitating the influence of 134's singing. All of them were living in the previous era.
This maddening torture lasted for two hours. Charles was extremely miserable both mentally and physically. Even his limbs were worn out and the bones were exposed due to excessive struggle.
Even though he was tortured like this, the Mihs didn't seem to intend to let Charles go. A capsule was stuffed directly into Charles' mouth, and the hideous wounds on his body healed rapidly.
"Snap!" A new whip mark appeared on Charles' body again, and a new round of torture began again.
Charles didn't know how much time had passed. The severe pain and itching made his consciousness chaotic. He only remembered his only belief: he would not die in here, and he must get out alive.
After a day and a night, the white Mih finally couldn't hold on anymore and waved his hand helplessly. Charles let him go, and another capsule was put into his mouth. He was dragged away by the black Mih again.
Charles was awakened by a slap in his face while he was drowsy.
"Hey! Are you awake? Don't sleep anymore, get up and work quickly, or they will torture us no more." Richard controlled his right hand and slapped his right cheek.
"Where is this..." Charles looked around and found himself lying on a soft pink wooden bed, surrounded by various furry dolls.
There was a brand new little princess dress on the small table in front of her.
"They seem to have realized that beatings are useless against 134, and have started to use a conciliatory policy."
Charles touched his body with his hands and found that the wounds had disappeared. It was obvious that he had been completely healed by something used by the Mihs.
Although that 134 had once chased them, for a moment, Charles felt a little sympathy for the little girl. It was so unbearable for him as an adult, let alone a little girl.
Charles quickly gathered his thoughts and sat up on the bed. "Do you know where we are now?"
"It was confirmed long ago. I was awake the whole time when they moved us. Look over here."
Richard lifted the bed sheet, and the soft blanket underneath was torn apart roughly, revealing a clear map of the second laboratory.
"Our current location is here, not far from where we were imprisoned before. If no one stops us on the way, we can get there in five minutes at full speed." Richard tapped at the edge corner of the map.
Charles scanned the map. He couldn't wait any longer. God knew what the white-robed Mich had prepared to force 134 to surrender. It was a rare opportunity to temporarily regain his freedom.
"Here, here, and here. According to the map, these points are where the experimental subjects are imprisoned. If we want to escape, we must release them all."
(End of this chapter)