Daoist Jiang woke up in a daze. His mind was groggy, and his empty mind was reverberating with intense pain. He struggled for a while and found that he could not move his body. The pain at the back of his head made it difficult for his brain to function properly, causing him to moan unconsciously. A series of muffled sounds, sometimes loud and sometimes soft, reached his ears.
"The art of torture is very exquisite. We need to rely on science. We can't get what we want with brute force …"
"Leave everything to me, Young Patriarch!"
"Let's go to Mao Mountain and come up with a hundred and eighty ways to make that old thing regret living in this world!"
"How vulgar … I've read about your unorthodox methods. It's written in the books that you use to flay people! Spasm! Bone marrow scraping … bamboo skewers, eye piercing, and putting a small metal brush in the urinal … It's vicious enough, but it's more about venting anger than extorting a confession. I don't approve of torturing until the target is disabled or even dead. "
"Jianghu methods? I know … you want him to be afraid of you. Cruel, terrifying, and inhumane. Most importantly, when it's time to use torture, it'll be a vengeance. Vengeance! Venting anger is the most important thing, but we're not venting anger now … We're trying to get something out of his mouth. So, let me try first, alright? "
"Go ahead, Young Patriarch. We wouldn't dare to say anything!"
"Sigh! Don't say that. It's a discussion! It's to better complete the mission and achieve the goal. I'm not using my authority to pressure you, am I right? We're discussing to get the thing out of his mouth and to better complete the mission, right? If you have to listen to me just because I'm the Young Patriarch, what's the point of this meeting? "
"What about now? He'll be fine for the time being if we use my method. When it's proven that my method doesn't work, you'll do it. We won't regret it even if we cripple or kill him. Do you agree? Let's discuss this democratically and equally. "
"You're right, Young Patriarch!"
Taoist Priest Jiang was completely awake by then. He did not dare open his eyes and pretended to be unconscious, but he soon heard something that made him despair. "Then, Young Patriarch, I'll get some water to splash him!"
"There's no need!" The young man with a strange Beijing accent said, "He's already awake!"
Daoist Jiang felt someone walking up to him and looking at him. The young voice continued, "Look, the state of the eyes under the eyelids of a person who is awake is different from that of a person who is unconscious …" There was another rustling sound. Daoist Jiang felt someone pry open his eyelids, and a dazzling light shone on his eyes, causing them to sting.
"When there's light, the pupils will shrink, but when you're in a deep coma, the pupil's reaction to light will disappear. This is a conditioned reflex that humans can't overcome … For someone like him, who can't stop blinking and tears, it's even more so …"
The hand that pinched Daoist Jiang's eyelids loosened, and all Daoist Jiang could see was whiteness. He kept blinking and shaking his head, no longer trying to pretend to be unconscious.
The voice asked again, "Taoist Priest Shi, how did you know that he was awake?"
"Young Patriarch, his shoulders are tense. The shoulders of a person who is unconscious will be more relaxed, but he's too nervous, and the expression on his face … "Daoist Jiang listened to the two voices and discussed seven or eight ways to distinguish the features of a person's expression and posture. Finally, he could see a bit of light and shadow. Standing in front of him was an excessively young man with short hair. His expression was calm, and when he looked at him, it was as if …
Wang Chen looked at the only clue in his hand with relief. Healthy and sober, he had already asked other survivors in the Taoist temple and tested all kinds of knowledge about extorting confessions by torture that he had heard in his previous life. But because those clues were not as precious as those of Daoist Jiang and Abbot Jiang, he even asked Shigong to test them on Mount Mao. They used all kinds of methods, which were quite bloody.
But to his disappointment, the others knew very little information. This Abbot Jiang was a man with a sense of confidentiality!
Except for some vague and trivial things from the mouth of another surviving Taoist, there was no real clue about the people from Shangqing Palace. Therefore, it was very necessary to ensure that Daoist Jiang could be completely, healthy, calm, and tell what he knew calmly. Wang Chen's teacher Shigong said, "When extorting information, you should keep the interrogator awake and calm. You've made it so bloody and cruel that he's crazy. How can you guarantee that what he says is true, orderly, clear, and complete?"
"It's true that we can get something out of him that way, but whether it's clear, clear, and complete will be a mess!"
"The Brocade Guard uses those methods because they don't need a clear and complete confession. It's a way to deal with superiors, get promoted, and get rich. Therefore, it has to be cruel and ruthless. People in Jianghu use these methods because they want to vent their anger and revenge. This is the method that the Brocade Guard uses to vent their anger as officials and people in Jianghu. But our method of doing things is different."
"Doing things! It has to be orderly and clear … and realistic, right? "
"According to the research of the CIA, the truth of the information obtained through torture is less than 10%. They will confess some things and make up some stories to avoid being tortured … The CIA? It's the Brocade Guard of another country across the sea. "
"In this country … the Brocade Guard has spent so much time studying these things. I'm afraid that the officials there are more cruel than those in the Great Ming Dynasty. With such harsh laws, there will be no peace!"
"Haha!" Wang Chen said with a smile, "It's the world's police! Naturally, it needs to be used everywhere. "
Daoist Jiang saw a young Daoist bring a bowl of water to Wang Chen. There was a layer of ice on the surface of the water. The young Daoist said in a crisp voice, "Grandmaster, I found their ice cellar. As you instructed, I broke it and sprinkled it into the basin."
Wang Chen rolled up his sleeves and said to the old and the young beside him with a gentle smile, "I don't know why I used ice either. But seeing that they all used it, I followed suit! But it's said that with this improvement, the death rate of torture has been greatly reduced. It might have something to do with the oxygen in the blood! Now I use water without chili powder … I'm not familiar with it before, so I used chili powder first in a hurry. Besides, I didn't have a good grasp of time and didn't have a watch, so it's hard to keep track of time. That's why some people died of torture … Now that I have experience, I should be able to grasp it better! "
Wang Chen turned to Daoist Jiang and said, "Let's go through it first. As for the questions … I'll ask you later!"
Daoist Jiang saw Wang Chen lift the basin to him and an old Taoist grabbed his hair. He said in horror, "Wait … What do you want to ask … I'll tell you now … I'll tell you now! Don't … don't! "
Wang Chen said calmly, "Don't worry, don't worry. It's useless to worry … Let's go through it first. If there's something, you can tell me when I ask you." Shi Shigong nodded and said, "That's right … Let's go through it first!"
Then, Daoist Jiang felt someone was pulling his scalp until it went numb. A strong force pressed his head into the basin, and the cold water splashed on his face. Daoist Jiang struggled violently, but Wang Chen and Shi Shigong held him firmly. Wang Chen counted silently, "One, two, three …" It was as if he was not torturing but completing a mission.
Daoist Jiang's violent struggle consumed the oxygen in his blood quickly. In less than 50 strokes, he couldn't help but open his mouth to breathe and swallow hard. A large amount of water was sucked into his stomach, lungs, trachea, and bronchus, causing a strong stimulation that made him cough and vomit. But coughing in the water only made the water rush into his trachea faster.
Daoist Jiang's hands, which were held down, began to struggle like a dehydrated fish. His legs kicked wildly, and he tasted the pain of his lungs and trachea burning. The little Taoist sat on his feet to prevent him from knocking over the basin.
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