March 1877, New York, USA.

Winter still has a tight grip on New York. Some parks in New York City are still covered with snow, and the wind blowing from the north is still freezing cold. People walking on the street are huddled in warm coats.

As usual, after walking out of the laboratory, Edison walked along the sandstone wall towards the carriage parked on the street, where the coachman had been waiting for a long time.

Just as he wasn't noticing, a man stood up from a chair at the other end of the sidewalk, wrapped up tightly, and began to walk towards him.

The man was wearing a cap on his head and a black woolen coat. He had one hand in his arms, as if he was trying to keep it warm.

"Mr. Edison."

When the voice sounded, Edison turned towards it, and the next moment, he saw a man. After the man's coat was slid open, the barrel of a pistol was lifted out from the hanging position in the clothes.

Aim at him.

Before Edison could come to his senses, a car stopped beside him. The moment the door opened, a person was dragged into the car.

"save……"

The next moment, Edison's shouting stopped abruptly, and the man squeezed into the car while putting the gun to his head and said.

"Shut up!"

The next moment, a hood slipped off, and Edison's eyes went dark and he could not see anything anymore.

…

When he saw the light again, it was the moment when the hood was taken off. It took Edison a while to adapt to the light in front of his eyes. Then he found himself in a small room, which was a bit like the interrogation room in the police station. The difference from the ordinary interrogation room was that there was a big mirror on the side. Why was there a mirror?

Sitting in front of him was a blond and blue-eyed young man, the same man who had pointed a gun at him earlier. He was flipping through something.

"Are you Mr. Thomas Alva Edison?"

This is the beginning, and there will be many more interrogations to come.

"Who are you? Is this kidnapping? What do you want?"

Edison asked like a machine gun.

"Is your laboratory carrying on any work on wireless telegraphy?"

"Wireless? What do you mean?"

Edison was shocked.

"Mr. Edison, you know what I am asking, and you also know why I am here. What I need now is the answer - where did you get the information about wireless telegraphy!" The young man forced out a stiff smile.

On the other side of the one-way glass mirror next door, three people were watching the interrogation.

"Captain Xu, will he recruit?"

"He has to recruit,"

Xu Tianye said,

"The Security Bureau has been investigating for several months and has uncovered many hidden flaws, but there is nothing related to wireless telegraphy. How can we give everyone an explanation if we don't find out the cause?"

The Naval Intelligence Agency and the Imperial Security Bureau were both very depressed. The former obtained the information leaked by the "Wireless Telegraph" officer and conducted an investigation, but could not find out anything. In a state of confusion, the Naval Intelligence Agency took action. They directly kidnapped the instigator of all this - Edison, trying to get accurate information from him. After all, he was the person involved!

"What? What?"

Edison was a little confused. He looked at the man in front of him. Who was he? Why did he kidnap him? Could they be... Ming people?

So Edison asked tentatively in stiff Chinese.

"Are you from Ming country?"

"My name is Musk Gold, a captain of the Imperial Navy Intelligence Bureau. Mr. Edison, you now have two choices, one is to confess, and the other is to resist to the end. But Mr. Edison, I promise... in the end, no matter what, you will confess?"

"What do you want to confess? Sir, I really don't know what you are talking about! Sir, this is America, you have no right to detain me, you are kidnapping, it is illegal, you must release me immediately..."

“It’s a cooked duck!”

Xu Tianye snorted coldly and turned his head to say.

“Let’s do it!”

The team member next to him pressed a switch, and the light in the interrogation room turned red.

What was going on? Before Edison could figure out what was going on, he saw the other party carrying a box up from the ground, and then took out some tools... wires, metal clips and the like.

Then the man pulled the wire, took the clamp, and walked over to Edison.

"You, what are you going to do?"

Under Edison's nervous and anxious gaze, he clamped the metal clips on Edison's wrists, and then clamped his ankles. The cold touch made his heart tighten. What... were they going to do?

Just then, he saw the man walk to the metal box and seemed to turn on a switch.

"ah……"

Instantly, a burst of electric burning pain came from the metal clamps on his wrists and ankles, causing Edison to scream.

"Ah...ah...this is...electricity, electricity, damn it, hurry, hurry and flush it out..."

Edison, who was handcuffed to the chair, struggled and screamed, but Musk seemed to be deaf to him and spoke slowly.

"Mr. Edison, in the following process, you will feel pain you have never felt before. For your sake..."

Before he could even finish, Edison, who was already sweating from the pain, shouted excitedly.

"Sir, I don't know what wireless telegraphy is. I just made it up!"

“Hehehe!”

With a sneer, Musk turned the knob again.

"Ah...really, I really made it up..."

"Well, you are indeed a very tenacious person! Well, you have aroused my desire for challenge!"

Musk smiled and turned the button, and amid Edison's screams of pain, he continued to increase the voltage!

"ah……"

The room was once again filled with miserable screams. Even though Edison said over and over again that "he was the one who invented the wireless telegraph"... who would believe it?

"This guy can really carry it!"

Looking at Edison who had endured the electric shock and refused to confess, Xu Tianye couldn't help but praise him.

"This guy, could it be that he has received any training?"

What training?

Being tortured?

Edison had no idea how he could have suffered such a disaster. In the next few hours, he kept repeating his previous words, but no one believed him. They kept shocking him over and over again. The severe pain made Edison's voice hoarse. Finally, he had no strength left and could only mutter.

"Really, really, I made it up, I made it up... I made it up to get the White House to invest in me, so, I made it up like this."

In the past, Edison never knew that bragging was taxable, but what about now?

He understood that some bulls... really can't be boasted about.

Looking at Edison, who was electrocuted and became incontinent, through the one-way glass, Xu Tianye was a little confused.

"Could it really be that...he made it up?"

Musk asked, looking over Edison an hour later.

"Then what?"

"And then I made all this up. I don't know if there was wireless telegraphy, but it did get the White House to agree to fund my lab..."

Is there any medicine for regret in this world?

Edison didn't know it at all, but he regrets it now!

How could he do this? How could these damn Ming people kidnap him in the United States and then give him an electric shock?

Electric shock...it turns out that electric shock is really painful!

Of course, Edison didn’t know that in another world, he was the inventor of the electric chair!

Now...it's his turn!

Xu Tianye and others who were standing behind the glass mirror were dumbfounded. They simply couldn't believe what they saw.

"Damn it, is this really a lie?"

"So what were we busy with?"

"Damn it! This guy deserves to die!"

"What now?"

"What to do? Get rid of him!"

"Deal with him? How? Kill him? He...he is...American."

"Who said Americans can't be killed?"

Xu Tianye snorted coldly.

"When he was bragging, he should have known that bragging is taxable!"

Sometimes life is like this. When they brag, they have to pay taxes for bragging.

Maybe this guy Edison could use his big mouth to brag and cheat some money from the US government.

But when he brags, you should also consider that one day he will have to pay the price for you, just like now.

Of course, it is too late for Edison to regret now.

The next morning, people found Edison on the streets of New York. He smelled strongly of liquor. After being frozen in the snow all night, he was no longer alive. After receiving the report, the police rushed to the scene, but they closed the case as "frozen to death after being drunk" without even doing an autopsy.

This was common in New York winters, and although Edison's wife said Edison never drank, it was definitely murder.

But who would murder an inventor?

Of course, there are some so-called "conspiracists" who will never believe that Edison died of an accident after being drunk. In the following years, many American "conspiracists" stubbornly believed that Edison was assassinated by agents sent by the Ming Empire in order to prevent the United States from surpassing the Ming Dynasty in technology. Even those "conspiracists" found a lot of evidence to prove that Edison's laboratory almost surpassed the Imperial Central Laboratory.

Just that little bit!

However, all of this is just speculation and conjecture by "conspiracists". As for now, no one would believe that Edison, who had no wounds on his body, was murdered.

But the case was eventually left unsolved, and of course it became a mystery in American history. No one knows whether he was murdered, but one thing is certain... Edison's era, at least in this world, will never appear!