Chapter 29 Electric Current

Xin Que was gagged, and two men roughly dragged her into the teaching building facing the playground, like carrying a chick on either side.

"That's strange..." The two completely ignored Xin Que, and were still discussing other things while dragging her upstairs. "Why hasn't Liu Song come to work yet?"

"Didn't he get pregnant by sleeping with a younger woman before?" someone casually remarked. "He insisted that Liu Song forced her and wanted to send him to jail."

"I guess they've gotten harassed by that family again."

Another person laughed, "Liu Song is afraid of that? Didn't he already go to jail for messing around with women?"

"When I was on duty with him, I heard him brag every day, and I really thought he was fearless."

Another instructor looked disdainful and said, "Liu Song's methods are too weak; he can't even control a woman."

Xin Que's gaze swept across the layout of the floors in her field of vision.

The teaching building has a fairly large space.

There are at least seven or eight classrooms on each floor, and each classroom is labeled with a deliberately mysterious name.

What about "enlightened virtue", "unity", "consolidation of mind"...?

She thought of the female homeroom teacher who chanted Buddhist mantras again. Did they still believe in religion here?

They dragged Xin Que into the corridor only after they had been dragged to the fifth floor.

After passing through classroom after classroom, the two instructors finally dragged Xin Que to a stop outside the iron gate at the end of the corridor.

One of them twisted her shoulders to prevent her from escaping, while the other used a key to open the door.

The teaching assistant who had previously guided her to the accommodation was inside.

Xin Que glanced at the furnishings in the room; it was practically a low-budget torture chamber.

strangeness.

Xin Que frowned. Why did her mind subconsciously conjure up images of what a torture chamber should actually look like?

The two instructors kicked her to the ground.

Xin Que was in so much pain that she curled up on the floor.

"It's clearly stated in the agreement that prohibited items are not allowed in the hospital. How could you knowingly violate this rule?!" The teaching assistant's face was grim. He roughly opened the bag next to him and flung the contents out in front of her.

Xin Que “......”

Several cell phones crashed onto the concrete floor with a loud thud, and unsurprisingly, their screens shattered into pieces.

The teaching assistant, still seemingly unsatisfied, grabbed the phone again and slammed it to the ground. Shards flew everywhere, startling Xin Que, who huddled up and backed away.

"Bringing even one cell phone is a serious violation, and you brought four?!" After confirming that all the phones were unusable, the teaching assistant pointed at Xin Que's nose and angrily scolded, "Are you really that despicable? Can't you change your habits of eating, drinking, and indulging in pleasure?"

"You still dare to embarrass the instructors in public on the playground and disobey discipline?"

Xin Que stared blankly at the shattered remains of the phone in front of her, as if she were frightened, and remained motionless.

The teaching assistant sighed, hands on his hips, his tone nonchalant, "It's no use wasting words on a stubborn idiot like you."

"Drag her onto the electrotherapy machine."

Xin Que “......”

electrotherapy?

She looked at the crudely made chair, which had been modified to have an electrical device installed, with a look that was hard to describe.

Is this thing really an electric chair?

"This is intentional assault!" Xin Que finally spoke up. "I'm going to sue you!"

The instructor looked at her terrified expression and said coldly, "Too arrogant. Looks like we'll have to use the high-end stuff first."

The teaching assistant watched as the two tall, burly men approached the woman who was still struggling, and didn't waste any more time on Xin Que.

Trying to run away?

Impossible. This place is heavily guarded by high-voltage power grids, has instructors conducting intensive patrols, and is covered by a dense network of surveillance cameras...

It's impossible to escape once you have wings.

Even if there's a one in a billion chance she escapes, she still won't be able to get down the mountain.

Because the people living near this mountain are the informants for the academy, who regularly pay bonuses to them.

They were really hoping for a live target that could actually run out.

She really wanted to leave, but only if she could kill herself before they found her.

The teaching assistant's cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

He immediately took out his phone and answered as he walked out, "Hello, Principal Ning, this is Xiao Li."

The heavy iron gate shut out most of the sounds of punches landing as people were being beaten.

"The investors are coming to inspect the facilities in a couple of days? Yes, the administration has already told me, and I'll immediately start preparing with the training department..."

The muffled groans of electricity passing through the human body could be heard continuously from inside the iron gate behind me.

Except for the fact that the woman's voice, which was gagged, seemed a bit too rough.

The teaching assistant hung up the phone, still thinking about the rectification to be carried out in the next few days.

After a while, he belatedly realized that something was wrong with the sounds coming from the room.

He put away his phone and went back inside.

As soon as he habitually closed the door, he could still hear the crackling sound of electricity passing through his body.

You can also smell the burnt smell of skin burned by electric current.

But the muffled groans and screams were gone.

"Is that all?" The teaching assistant looked at the person in the electric chair with disdain. "Instructor Zhou, take him to the infirmary—"

He stared into the eyes of the man lying dead in the electric chair, his eyes wide open.

The man's hands were tightly bound to the armrests with straps, his mouth was gagged, and his ankles and calves were firmly tied to the chair legs.

A foul, burnt smell filled the air, and the faint sound of high-voltage electricity passing through a human body could be heard.

His exposed skin was completely ulcerated, and pus, blood, and other unidentified liquids mixed together and flowed all over the chair.

His eyes seemed to bulge out, his dilated pupils staring intently at the teaching assistant.

Not moving at all.

The teaching assistant froze on the spot.

He turned around in disbelief to look for the other instructor, but kicked a strangely heavy object.

Looking down, all I could see was the man's grotesque and twisted features, and thick blood spreading all over the ground.

The corpse should have been tightly clutching its neck.

But the kick he accidentally gave the corpse's hand fell down a little, revealing the horrific gash in its neck that had been brutally ripped open beneath it.

The flesh was torn and ripped apart, a sight that horrified the teaching assistant.

He then smelled the burnt odor of his kind being burned by electric current in the air and couldn't help but gag.

What happened to the student who was supposed to be punished with electric shocks?!

The teaching assistant's muddled thoughts finally began to run, and a look of panic appeared on his face. He looked around the room and met Xin Que's eyes as she stood up from behind her chair.

Xin Que sighed, "I'm really not good at modifying circuits."

She brandished the screwdriver in her hand, and dark bloodstains were faintly visible beneath the insulated gloves on her arm.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," Xin Que said humbly, "I just meant well and wanted to help you improve this rough circuit... I didn't expect to break it by accident."

The teaching assistant looked at Xin Que as if she were a monster.

"You...you killed someone?!" He asked Xin Que with trembling lips, his voice filled with shock and disbelief.

He returned from the phone call within three minutes and saw two disgusting corpses.

Even for a well-informed teaching assistant, this was something he found hard to accept.

“It’s not as simple as you make it out to be,” Xin Que frowned, as if complaining about some mundane matter, “The security checks here are pretty strict, which forced me to bring sharpened pieces of wood as a last resort…”

The teaching assistant took a step back, preparing to storm out the door.

Xin Que had already stepped over the corpse on the ground, and before he could even cry for help, she had already stabbed him in the lower back with the stun gun in her hand.

"A qualified teaching assistant should at least patiently listen to the students' complaints, right?"