"Cough! Cough cough cough!" Anna, who was locked in a cell of more than ten square meters, looked pale and the corners of her mouth twitched.
She curled up in the corner, her body shaking violently, her vision blurred, and she used the only hand that could move to tightly clutch the clothes in front of her chest.
Palpitations, chest tightness, headaches, and other different discomforts, along with hunger, insomnia, and coldness, continued to pile up on Anna's body, torturing her mind.
Anna understood what was happening to her. The other party had drugged her food and was trying to destroy her will.
This was not surprising. She had long guessed that, as the saying goes, "first courtesy, then force." She had already received the courtesy, and all that was left was the force.
"315, give up resistance and obey us, tell us everything you know, and everything you have suffered will disappear. Otherwise, this is just the beginning." A cold voice came from the wall.
Anna raised her head with all her might, looked at the wall with a mocking smile, and then lay down again.
Slowly her breathing became rapid and her face turned red. This time, the oxygen level in the room was reduced.
After a few short minutes, Anna actually passed out from holding her breath. When she woke up again, the normal oxygen level in the vicinity began to decrease again.
After repeating this several times, Anna was tortured to the point that she didn't even have the strength to move. She collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. Their voices could be heard from the wall again.
"315 Abnormality. I repeat once again, give up resistance and everything on you will disappear. Otherwise, these sufferings are just the beginning."
"Hahaha!" Anna, who was lying on the ground, laughed out loud with all her strength. She murmured as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.
Seeing that the other party was still resisting, a new round of torture began.
The IMF is very rigorous in everything they do, even when it comes to torture. They tortured Anna in the most scientific way, allowing her to suffer maximum pain without suffering permanent damage to her body.
Time passed little by little, and with the torture day and night, the fresh water and food had been reduced to almost nothing, and Anna's body fell into severe malnutrition.
After her remaining fat was completely eliminated, her muscles began to disappear.
The body that should have been sexy and attractive was gradually becoming thin and withered, and the soft hair was beginning to become dry and white, but even so, Anna still did not give in.
Carlo, who had a scar on his nose, angrily slammed the pen in his hand on the table. "This guy's willpower is too strong! He still doesn't say anything even after all this."
He sat in the monitoring room. The spacious room was filled with various equipment, and staff in IMF uniforms were busy working inside.
Ms. Stewart, who was holding a cup next to the huge screen, used a spoon to shake the sugar cube in her coffee, and spoke with a hint of pride. "What did I say before? You must think clearly before taking a tough stance. This is the last resort. If this method doesn't solve the problem, there will be no room for regret."
"Let me make it clear first. It was you two who applied for the interrogation authorization, and you also brought 451 here. If the higher-ups are held accountable for causing this situation, it has nothing to do with me."
Looking at the ugly face of the fat woman next to him, Carlo couldn't help feeling sick. At this time, she was still afraid of taking responsibility. It turned out that women are women.
Lucius, who had been silent, came forward and stared at Anna on the screen. "It's been so long. We can't drag it on with her any longer. Apply for 131 abnormal use permission."
The lack of results made him feel extremely uneasy. He had a premonition that if he delayed any further, something bad might happen.
Stuart put down the coffee that was about to reach his mouth. "451 has already done that before, and you still want other anomalies to interact with her? I disagree. Don't forget that this is still my workplace. 315 is the responsible anomaly, and you are the outsiders!"
"Director Stewart, you have no right to comment on this matter. We are under the direct jurisdiction of the Department of Abnormalities! Please get out now! If you are not satisfied, you can sue us." Carlo retorted in a very bad tone.
Stuart, with a livid face, put the coffee cup in his hand on the table, and a little brown liquid spilled out. "Very good! I will convey everything you said to Dr. Mark!"
Hearing the sound of high heels hitting the ground getting farther and farther away, Carlo turned his head to look at his companion, his expression looking a little worried. "Has it really come to that?"
Lucius didn't say anything. He walked to the computer next to him and typed quickly. Lines of words popped up on the interface he opened.
<[user is found] User Unknown, Welcome.>
<131 Application accepted, pending review by the Department of Abnormalities>
Looking at the lines falling from the top of the screen, Carlo said gloomily: "What if 131 is out of control like 451?"
Lucius exhaled slowly, "Then we have no choice but to ask Midnight to come forward."
"Is it really necessary? Is this kind of anomaly worth Midnight's efforts? Don't forget, it can only be used twice. If it really doesn't work, just keep it locked up and find a solution later. Don't dwell on it."
Lucius shook his head slowly. "No, I'm not being picky. 315 is not an ordinary anomaly. She is far more valuable than you think."
"Those sacrificial rituals are definitely more than just a simple conversion. The Ministry of Mysteries has already cracked a portion of them and found them to be of great research value."
"Oh? What did they crack?"
"You didn't tell me. We don't have enough authority."
Thinking that even he, who had level 4 authority, couldn't tell him, Carlo could already imagine the value of those things, and he tactfully didn't ask any more questions.
The two of them suddenly stopped talking, and the room fell silent for a moment. They followed the other staff in the room and silently watched Anna on the screen.
Suddenly, the screen went dark and the lights on the ceiling switched to dark red again.
Everyone present was used to such unusual escapes and waited quietly for the end.
When the lights on the ceiling turned back to white, they continued to work.
But when Carlo saw the scene on the screen, he felt a chill on the back of his neck. "Where is 315? Where did she go?"
The room where Anna was supposed to be imprisoned was now empty.
"Her body is paralyzed! How could she escape? Locate the collar quickly!"
(End of this chapter)