The first sinks to the bottom, the second sinks to the bottom, the third...
Xu Le couldn't count how many times this process was repeated. Captured on the Imperial battleship that day, he was knocked unconscious, and when he woke up, he was already on this strange spaceship. Before the difficult torture process, he carefully observed the surrounding environment, and was shocked by the vast spaceship and the unimaginable facilities. However, when the torture officially started, he no longer had the extra energy to look at it. These blue lakes, silver sand and green trees that appeared in space were forced to put Jinbe's physical strength, spirit and will into the process of fighting against water.
He had known before that once any ordinary thing appeared in front of a creature beyond a certain limit, it would always have a great impact on the creature's nerves, such as some pictures with extremely disgusting visual effects, but he never thought about it, all the time. The soft water that leaves, silently pressing from all directions, can make people feel so terrified, the cold feeling that is separated from death, even in the silent dead zone, no one wants to experience it for the second time.
He felt it countless times.
At the beginning of the cruel waterboarding, Xu Le was extremely painful, the lungs that seemed to be exploding, the skin that seemed to be split, the eyeballs that seemed to protrude, the desperate and helpless feeling of trying to breathe but only the salty water poured in, rubbing it together. Together, coupled with the absolute silence environment, it is terrifying.
Just like the bridges that often appear in Schiller's plays that lift the audience's spirits, establish a correct view of the retribution of good and evil, and turn abruptly, the potential of human beings is always unexpected. They can always see hope from despair, until they find hope.
His nerves are much thicker than normal people. This is not only a conclusion of physiological anatomy, but also a manifestation of some kind of strong mental willpower. In such a desperate situation, he struggled to support, and occasionally his spirit would appear in a trance, but he was always in a trance. Never crashed.
It didn't break down, it was boring repetition, which was numbing.
Before the catastrophe, there was an ancient torture called Ling Chi. At the end of a thousand cuts, those who were dying on the wooden frame probably wouldn't have any painful reaction to the sharp knife that fell on their pectoral muscles.
He sank to the bottom of the water, then pulled up, was monitored for physiological indicators, given nutritional injections, wake-up injections, routine interrogation, and he repeated this process every day after being captured.
In this numb and cruel torture process, finally something changed.
One day, when he was completely naked, he slumped into the cold and hard tens of millions of tons of salty water again, and the suffocation and coma came again. The severely injured and mysterious lines in his body seemed to be awakened in some way, and they began to gradually connect. Those weak heat currents completely ignored the cold salty water around them, and began to slowly flow in those lines. Although the speed was extremely slow, they finally moved!
Since discovering this fact, Xu Le's fear of suffocation and waterboarding has become much lighter, and only in the deep water can he slowly recover his physical strength without worrying about being discovered by those imperial people. When the mysterious power in his body gradually recovered to nearly one-third, he even looked forward to falling into the water more than ten times a day, because the bottom of the water was no longer just death, but also hope...
At the same time, Xu Le, relying on the engineer's meticulous computing ability and innate sensitivity to time scales, began to disguise himself in a coma, trying to use the mysterious power in his body to deceive the keen monitoring instruments of the imperial people.
He didn't know why the imperial people didn't kill him, but as long as he was alive, there was hope. However, there was no Tai Zhiyuan, no Zhou Yu, no Bai Yulan, and no omnipotence. He was unable to find one of the excellent charter computers. A complete and feasible escape plan - in the imperial spaceship in the silent space, even if the two imperial interrogation experts are violently killed, where can he escape
The gravel may be delicate and gentle when stepping on it, but rubbing it next to the blisters on his face that was about to fester, it was extremely painful. Xu Le's pale face buried in the sand showed no expression at all, he just squinted. Eyes, greedy but sad, staring at the endless black space outside the transparent bulkhead...
The interior of this extravagant giant spaceship is full of various monitoring equipment, but the designer never thought of monitoring the bulkhead from the perspective of space outside the spaceship. Only when he sinks into the sand at this moment can Xu Le be able to open his eyes. Open your eyes.
The black clues on his feet suddenly tightened, and the tingling sensation of the rough metal inserts rubbing against the festering ankles woke him up from the thoughts of escape and the wind-like gaze. He immediately closed his eyes tightly and relaxed his entire body. Let the black thread behind him pull himself and the heavy metal block and quickly rush to the water.
Floating at high speed, the icy salty water was like an upside-down waterfall, constantly scouring his naked body full of wounds, and the slightest pain penetrated into the bone marrow.
He still closed his eyes and said silently in his heart: "Fight."
In the seven groups of camps in Xilin Sunset State, he once attacked to learn the imperial language, but there are too many dialects in the empire. When he was put on trial after the trial just now, he only understood a very small part of the words of the two imperial torture experts. It was this part that made him tremble and decided to advance the escape plan.
The secrets in the bracelet cannot be known to the imperial people, and of course their left arm cannot be cut off by the enemy, so other than fighting, what other options are there
No fight, no fight, because things have changed again. When he lay down on the cold metal table again with water all over his body, preparing to assume the coma and limp posture that he had practiced countless times and was very skilled, he found that someone was wiping his body.
The very soft semi-long fiber cloth has excellent water absorption performance. The person who wiped the body is definitely not the perverted expert. That person is not so gentle and careful, Xu Le closed his eyes and silently analyzed in his heart.
Immediately afterwards, someone started to treat his wounds. Of course, he just treated the ugly festering skin on his face very briefly. There was no deep-level real healing at all. It seemed more like make-up. The face is too ugly.
A large robe-like piece of clothing was put on, and the electrocardiogram on the monitoring device was still stable as before, but Xu Le, who pretended to be unconscious, had countless shocking questions in his heart. For these cruel and cold-blooded imperial people, no matter what Whether it is beheading or beheading, there seems to be no need for oneself to put on clothes, and such things as dignity before death have never happened between the soldiers of the Federation and the Empire.
There was a shot in the neck, it should be a wake-up shot, right? He thought so, and found himself being carried onto some sort of movable device, pushed out of the interrogation room, and headed for somewhere unknown.
The rollers creaked and rubbed against the ground, which was very harsh.