All Worlds Madhouse

When Ziliang completely woke up from the severe dizziness, he found that he had been tied to a small flat car and pushed forward in a dark corridor. He didn't even know how he was lifted onto the flat car. I can’t even remember the car clearly.

"Well, these handcuffs are quite powerful." He praised secretly.

In fact, Ziliang rarely praises things other than sleeping pills, but I have to say that the discharge design of this handcuff is really good. It seems to be able to detect each person's physical fitness and control the intensity of the electric shock just enough to cause extreme pain, continuous dizziness, violent spasms, and loss of mobility, but not to the point of incontinence. The designer of this thing is definitely a talent. For a few seconds, Ziliang had the urge to find this person and bring him to his small clinic to train him.

But this idea was immediately interrupted by the harsh friction sound of a rusty door shaft.

As his eyes moved forward, Ziliang found that he was pushed into a place that looked like an infirmary.

"Professor Yang brought it to you." A guard's voice came. In these few words, Ziliang actually heard a timid trill.

"Oh, okay." Another voice came, sounding quite kind.

Immediately afterwards, the flat bed was shaken upright, and Ziliang also saw the entire room.

This is a medical office. At least it must have been designed after it was originally designed. There are medicine shelves, medical record cabinets, and medical instrument tables. However, what is a little uncoordinated is that all these commonly used things are piled up. He moved into a corner, and in the center of the room, there was a high-end-looking desktop instrument. At this moment, a middle-aged man in a white coat was fiddling with something around the instrument.

Then this person is undoubtedly the Professor Yang mentioned by the prison guards. He looks to be in his 50s, has a typical Asian face, has small eyes, wears a pair of glasses, and always seems to have a kind smile on his face.

"Professor Yang, if nothing happens, I'll leave first." The prison guard said impatiently as soon as he shook the bed, as if he didn't want to stay here for even a second.

"Let's pick him up tomorrow morning." Professor Yang said to the prison guard with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ziliang heard the sound of busy footsteps behind him and the sound of the iron door being closed.

At this point, only Ziliang and Professor Yang were left in the infirmary.

Professor Yang slowly walked to Ziliang and took off the mask from his mouth.

"New here?" he asked with narrowed eyes, his tone full of care from the elders to the younger ones.

Ziliang did not answer immediately, but looked around with empty eyes, and finally stopped at Professor Yang's face.

Professor Yang was not angry even under such direct gaze.

In other words, you couldn't tell whether he was angry or not. Anyway, his face was always filled with that kind expression squeezed out of muscles and skin, as if he had been specially plastic surgery to look like that.

"Haha." Professor Yang suddenly smiled: "Well, I often see young people like you. You are all very famous people outside, so you are a little uncomfortable when you first come here, but it doesn't matter. , I will get you used to this role change as soon as possible. We have a full 12 hours."

While speaking earnestly, he pushed the instrument in the middle of the infirmary over, then took out a bottle of potion and applied it evenly on Ziliang's temples.

"Do you know the difference between the pain after the human body is electrified and other pains?" He asked again, but soon he asked and answered himself: "The biggest difference is that ordinary physical pain will be accompanied by severe organic pain. If the damage is too severe, the human brain will activate a 'self-protection' process to reduce the pain, and may even faint directly. However, unlike electric shock, the pain it produces can be cumulative and directly acts on the nerves. As long as the current is not interrupted, the person will not lose consciousness. Even if he is electrocuted and unable to think, he will continue to experience pain in his mind."

"Oh, it seems that the person the warden told me about who is very knowledgeable about electrocution is you." Ziliang said calmly.

Professor Yang smiled and nodded, and placed two electrifying patches on the area where the potion had just been applied.

"Did you design these handcuffs?" Zi Liang suddenly seemed to be interested.

Professor Yang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Of course not, I'm not an engineer. Why do you ask this?"

Ziliang's interest was extinguished immediately, and he looked a little frustrated: "Okay, it's nothing. Do you have a cigarette?"

Professor Yang's hand holding the electroshock film hung in the air, and he looked at the new prisoner with some confusion.

"Can you give me one?" Ziliang said, and then glanced at the desk in the corner.

Professor Yang followed Ziliang's gaze and immediately saw a pack of cigarettes on his desk. Suddenly, his smile became even brighter, and the raised corners of his mouth almost raised his entire face. .

"Hehehe -" Professor Yang made a very uncomfortable voice: "You know, I especially like fearless children like you, because the way you are wandering on the edge of collapse is better than those who just I know that a crying little sheep is more attractive."

"No, no, no, you may have misunderstood." Ziliang quickly corrected: "I'm not provoking you, I really want to have one."

What Ziliang said is indeed true. Everyone should have discovered that he has no good habits. He smokes, drinks, is lazy, slovenly, and has irregular work and rest hours. Anyway, if you add up the things your mother doesn't let you do, basically This is his living condition. And for such a decadent man, there seems to be nothing wrong with wanting to smoke a cigarette before being tortured.

But Professor Yang obviously didn't think so. He still kept that weird smile: "You want to smoke. Hehehe. Okay, as long as you can survive 5 minutes without begging for mercy, I will give you one."

Five minutes later, Ziliang blew out a puff of smoke happily.

"With all due respect, Professor Yang, your skills really don't seem to be as good as the designer of this pair of bracelets." He muttered lightly.

"Haha - you are an interesting person." Professor Yang said with a smile: "But the time has just passed five minutes, and we have a whole night."

Ziliang's face was paralyzed with helplessness. In fact, it was undeniable that Professor Yang's level of electrocution was quite good. Whether it was the intensity of the current or the change of frequency, he knew how to find the endurance limit of the victim. , and give him the most appropriate pain, which is why he can make people fear him here.

But in Ziliang's eyes, he still lacks some experience, because as long as a person is given an electric shock instrument and allowed to poke for a few years, and a hundred or ten people are given to practice the operation, he can basically reach Professor Yang's level. , so this guy seems to be just a moderate pervert with some hobbies.

But this is fine

Because Ziliang has already seen that Professor Yang must have had an extremely dark and humiliating childhood or some tragic emotional experience. Anyway, this has led to a heart with extremely poor endurance under his sick body. .

And this seems to be the right thing to take advantage of.

"Then Professor Yang, how about we make a bet?"