The first time he sank to the bottom, the second time he sank to the bottom, and the third time Xu Le couldn't count how many times this process was repeated.
Captured on the Imperial warship that day, he was knocked unconscious, and when he woke up, he was already on this strange spaceship, before the difficult torture process, he had carefully observed the surrounding environment, and was shocked by the vast interior of the spaceship and those unimaginable facilities, but when the torture officially began, he no longer had the extra energy to look at these blue lakes and silver sand trees that appeared in space, and was forced to devote all his physical strength, spirit and will to the process of fighting the 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 nerves of the creature, such as some visually disgusting pictures, but he never thought that the weak water that could not leave all the time, silently pressed from all directions, could make people feel so frightened, the cold feeling of being separated from death by a line, or even being in the silent realm of death, no one must want to experience it a second time.
He felt it countless times.
At the beginning, the brutal waterboarding made Xu Le extremely painful, as if the lungs were about to explode, as if the skin was about to be cracked, as if the eyeballs were about to protrude, and the feeling of despair and helplessness that was trying to breathe but only salt water poured in, kneaded together, coupled with the absolute dead silence environment, it was terrifying.
Just as there are often scenes in Schiller's plays that lift the audience's spirits, establish the correct view of the retribution of good and evil, and turn the peaks and turns sharply, the potential of human beings is always unexpected, and they can always see hope in despair until they find hope.
His nerves are much thicker than normal people, this is not only a physiological and anatomical conclusion, but also a manifestation of some kind of strong mental willpower, in such a desperate situation, he struggled to support, and his spirit occasionally appeared in a trance, but never collapsed.
It doesn't collapse, it's boring repetition, and this repetition is numbing.
Before the catastrophe, there was an ancient torture called Ling Chi, and at the end of a thousand cuts, those tortured people who were dying on the wooden frame probably would not have any painful reaction to the sharp knife that fell on their pectoralis muscles.
Sinking to the bottom, then pulling up, being monitored for physiological indicators, nutritional injections, wake-up injections, routine interrogations, every day after being captured, he repeated this process.
It was in the process of this numb and cruel torture that a change finally occurred.
One day, when his whole body once again crashed into the cold and hard tens of millions of tons of saltwater, suffocation and coma came again, the mysterious lines in his body that were seriously injured seemed to have been awakened in some way, and began to gradually connect, and those faint heat currents completely ignored the cold saltwater around him, and began to flow slowly in those lines, although the speed was extremely slow, but finally moved Since discovering this fact, Xu Le's fear of suffocating waterboarding has become much lighter, and only in the deep water can he slowly recover his strength, without worrying about letting those imperial people find out.
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 is no longer just about death, there is also hope At the same time, Xu Le began to disguise himself in a coma with the careful calculation ability of an engineer and his innate sensitivity to time scales, trying to use the mysterious power in his body to hide from 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 lived, there was hope, but there was no Tai Zhiyuan by his side, no Zhou Yu, no Magnolia, and no omnipotence, and he couldn't find a complete and feasible escape plan in the Imperial spaceship in the lonely space, even if he killed the two Imperial interrogation experts, where could he escape The sand and gravel may be delicate and gentle under his feet, but it is extremely painful to rub next to the skin of his face that is about to be festered by the blisters, Xu Le's pale face buried in the sand has no expression reaction, he just squints, greedily but sadly looking at the endless black space outside the transparent bulkhead, this extremely luxurious giant spaceship, is full of all kinds of monitoring equipment, but the designer has not thought of monitoring the bulkhead from the perspective of space outside the spacecraft, only at this moment sinking in the sand, Xu Le can open his eyes.
The black clue of his footsteps suddenly tightened, and the tingling sensation of the rough metal wire grinding against the festering ankle woke him up from the fugitive thinking and the wind-like gaze, and immediately closed his eyes tightly, relaxed all his body, and let the black clue behind him pull himself and the heavy metal block, and quickly rushed to the water.
Floating at high speed, the icy saltwater was like an upside-down waterfall that kept washing over his wounded body, 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 Luoyu Prefecture, he had studied the imperial Chinese by surprise, but there were too many dialects in the empire, and when he was tried after the sentence just now, he only understood a very small part of the words of the two imperial torture experts, but it was this part that made him tremble and decided to advance the escape plan.
The secret in the bracelet can't be known to the Imperials, and of course his left arm can't be cut off by the enemy, so what choice is there but to fight There was no fighting, and there was no fighting, because things changed again.
When he lay down on the cold metal table again with water dripping down, ready to assume the unconscious paralyzed pose that he had practiced countless times, he found that someone was wiping his body.
Very soft half-length fiber cloth absorbs water very well, and the person who wipes his body is definitely not that perverted expert, that person is not so gentle and careful, Xu Le closed his eyes and analyzed silently in his heart.
Immediately after that, someone began to treat his wounds, of course, only very briefly treating the ugly festering skin on his face, without any deep real healing, it seemed to be more like makeup, as if they just didn't want his face to be too ugly.
A wide robe-like garment was put on his body, and the electrocardiogram on the monitoring instrument was still as stable as before, but Xu Le, who was pretending to be unconscious, had countless shocked questions in his heart, for these cruel and cold-blooded imperial people, whether it was cutting off their hands or killing their heads, it seemed that there was no need to let themselves put on clothes, and the dignity of the people before death had never happened between the Federation and the emperor.
A shot in the neck, probably a wake-up booster, he thought, and found himself being lifted onto some kind of movable device, pushed out of the interrogation room, and headed somewhere unknown.
The wheels creaked against the ground, and it was very harsh.
To be continued: