To deal with an old fox, you have to pay for it. The hunter is more cunning than the fox.
I pretended to be crazy and stupid in order to be able to get into Anle Fort. Franklin took his assistant Jefferson to do a psychiatric assessment for me. People's eyes are easy to betray themselves, so I closed my eyes, but they were ordered to open them again.
After connecting the threads of all the instruments, Jefferson said "ok" to Franklin.
He spoke quickly and I didn't understand, but the two prison guards standing behind me snickered.
"Whatsyourname?" is the question again.
I still answer: "Imthemessengerfromgod, andyouwillsoonreleaseme, oryouwillgotohell!" I also answer his questions in English.
Franklin was a little angry, and Jefferson couldn't help snickering secretly.
I raised my voice and continued to say that I was a messenger sent by God. Franklin told Jefferson: "Jeffersohimwithelectricshock!"
Jefferson took a pair of electric stun sticks from the instrument, and sparks appeared as soon as the two sharp needles touched. He smiled and pierced the electric stun sticks into my hands.
While struggling, I continued to shout my "slogan" and frankly said: "I am the messenger of God, so I am not afraid of your weapons at all!"
Franklin waved his hand, and Jefferson's electric shock stick pierced into the back of my hand. A pain pierced my heart. I gritted my teeth and began to curse these two guys.
After the electric shock treatment failed, Franklin said to his assistant: "Givehimatranquilizingvirus!"
I immediately became vigilant. I understood this sentence. He asked Jefferson to inject the virus for me. I closed my eyes again and saw Jefferson open the medicine cabinet and drew an injection of tramadol hydrochloride (Iionoftramadolhydrochloride). Don't worry, this drug is just a cranial nerve blocker. After being injected, it will produce a slow response and a numb feeling of the whole body.
In order to get into Anle Fort, I continued to yell, and Jefferson immediately injected the injection into the biceps on my arm.
The medicine soon had an effect, and I continued to close my eyes and look around. This is a prison administration office building, which is still in the prison castle, but outside the Anle Fort.
The guard here is much more relaxed than in the cell, but the passages of each floor of the building are equipped with access control, which requires double detection of pupils and fingerprints to pass.
My limbs became numb, and I stopped wasting my tongue. Franklin asked me: "Whattryareyoufrom?"
"Imheaven!" My spirit can still be autonomous.
Jefferson and the guards behind me laughed again.
Dr. Franklin flushed, his gray eyes bulged, and he knocked on the table with a stethoscope and shouted, "Dr. Jeffersoohypnotizeprisoners!"
"Hypnosis, this is another trick, just come on!" I muttered silently in my heart.
The two prison guards pressed my shoulders and then sealed my mouth with tape. Jefferson dimmed the lights in the room.
Franklin got up from the chair, walked towards me, stood in front of me, then leaned down, took out a color screen PDA from his pocket, opened it, and let me watch the screen.
Inside the screen is a bunch of disorderly letters and numbers. These letters and numbers are of irregular colors and are moving slowly. A middle-aged man whispered to me in his full magnetic voice from the speaker of the PDA. What are you holding
Except for the letters and Arabic numerals I can understand, I didn't understand a word of this man's English, but I still felt that my eyelids were heavy and I couldn't help but close. This hypnotism gradually worked on me. I was busy biting the tip of my tongue to keep myself awake, but my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and I couldn't help but close them together.
But Jefferson opened my eyes with a pair of delicate props, and then kept dripping eye drops into my eyeballs.
My eyeballs turned quickly, the whole room was spinning, countless letters and numbers were rapidly spinning around me, coupled with the magnetic voice of a middle-aged man, I had hallucinations.
In the illusion, I was sitting on a small wooden boat, drifting with the waves in the endless sea.
The voice of the middle-aged man in his ear became clear, and there were clouds of letters and numbers floating in the sky.
The man’s voice was changed to Franklin’s, but I couldn’t understand his spoken English. No matter how he asked, I didn’t answer.
Leibo immediately reminded him that the prisoner was Chinese and might not understand your English.
Franklin suddenly understood, adjusted his tone, and asked me in the simplest Chinese words: "Hello, I am a doctor!"
I bit my tongue and tried to keep myself awake, and then imitated his tone in Chinese and replied: "Hello, I am also a doctor!"
The other party continued to ask: "Are you really the messenger of God?"
"Yes, I am, you believe me, otherwise you will go to hell!" I insisted on my "slogan", Jefferson hurriedly reminded him to ask the main questions quickly.
Franklin slowly said to me: "What task are you performing?"
I followed his question and answered: "What task am I performing?"
Leibo and Sally held their breath immediately, and Franklin tightened the skin on his face.
"What task am I performing?"
"Yes, what task are you performing?"
I continued: "Tell you a secret, about my secret: In fact, I am a secret messenger sent by God to the world. I came to the world on God’s order to rescue those who believe in God and take them to heaven; God’s people are sent to hell, do you believe in God?"
Franklin's whole body began to tremble when he heard this, and Jefferson shouted: "I don't believe you are a messenger sent by God. You are sending me to hell now!"
"Then you untie me, I will send you to hell immediately!" I said lightly.
Jefferson asked in return: "Aren't you a messenger sent by God? Why are you still tied to a chair?"
I quickly replied: "God said someone hit you on the left cheek, so you stretch your right cheek to let him hit. I am performing God's secret mission, so I can't reveal my identity!"
Jefferson was immediately discouraged, and Franklin said: "Youdoocheckit, hesapletedelusio!"
The two prison guards and Jefferson both showed questioning expressions, and I continued yelling: "Look, I have said that I am a messenger sent by God. If you don't believe me, you will go to hell!"
Leibo picked up the telephone on the wall, reported his siren number and name, and then asked the switchboard to transfer to the warden's extension.
He reported the results of my appraisal to the "Satan" warden Maes, who signed an order to send me to Anlebao for treatment, and then sent it to the warden for approval.
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but I still have to continue to yell my "slogan". Don't let up at this time.
Jefferson could no longer stand my "slogan", so he gave me a diazepam injection on his own initiative, which made me drowsy. Then I removed the braces from my eyelids, and then unfastened the belt buckle on my neck. (End of this chapter)