Chapter 225: The Second Brother’s Tortured Past
Fu Han has no memory of his childhood.
He didn't even know how old he was, but he heard from others that he was about this age.
He doesn't know who he is, where he comes from, or even what he looks like.
The very beginning of his memory was in this dark cell.
He was lying on the ground, and someone came over, grabbed his hair, and lifted his face.
Someone around laughed and said, "It's really a top-notch product..."
"This one must be trained to be a little more obedient."
"If we can successfully deliver this training to the island, we will definitely win the favor of the bishop..."
Soon, someone pressed his body down and made him kneel down, making him smile flatteringly, so that he could learn how to please others.
How is this possible?
He ruthlessly bit back anyone who came close to him.
Lying on the ground, his grey-blue eyes were icy cold and full of red marks.
Even though he was just a child at that time, only about ten years old, he was already eye-catching.
These people had seen resistance before, but they had never seen resistance this fierce.
Especially the beautiful toys in front of him. He is still so young.
They became interested and wanted to break the boy's spine bit by bit.
Being so unruly now, wouldn't it be more exciting to lie on the ground and beg for their love?
They showed him no mercy.
No matter how beautiful a person is, they are only valuable if they become an obedient plaything.
He is here now, no different from a beast.
Countless terrifying methods were used by those people on him.
He pulled out his nails and used his ten fingers to scratch marks on the wall bit by bit with blood.
His fingers were connected to his heart, and this was the first time he had endured such severe pain.
By the time he pulled out the third one, he had fainted from the pain.
However, the next second he was awakened by a basin of ice water.
"Kneel down and beg..."
"Can't you bear the pain?"
"He looks so cute with his eyes red. Oh my god, he was crying."
People laughed and turned into twisted devils in front of him.
They untied the ropes that bound him, hoping that he would kneel down and kowtow to them and beg for mercy.
Unexpectedly, the boy who had just fainted from the pain suddenly rushed towards one of them's neck!
Before anyone could react, the teeth bit off the man's neck.
A boy who was no more than ten years old bit an adult man to death in public.
When he was pulled away by the people, his mouth was full of blood and his face was still expressionless.
On the ground, the man with a ruptured cervical artery had his eyes wide open and his body twitching, as if he had not expected to die like this.
The way people looked at him changed.
From looking at a lowly and stubborn toy, to looking at a monster.
Such monsters naturally cannot be sent to the island before they are trained.
So people come and go here in batches, but he is the only one who stays here forever.
The nails were pulled out and grew back, and I was tied to an electric chair and exposed to strong light for 72 hours.
Or he was tied up and kneeling on a nail plate, with the nails piercing his knees.
All the punishments they could think of were used on the boy.
But he still did not give in.
He almost never spoke, and only uttered a few unconscious groans when he was in so much pain that he lost consciousness.
So much so that for a long time, everyone thought he was dumb.
Later, someone accidentally discovered that he seemed to be very interested in the little light coming through the window in the dungeon.
People find it absurd and incredible.
He should have collapsed long ago after being tortured like this. Why can he still have something he desires? How can he deserve it?
It's just a twisted beast in the dark, don't ever think of getting out.
"Want to see the light? Sure, I'll satisfy you."
That was his first time out of the dungeon.
At noon in summer, the sun is at its hottest.
He was stripped of his shirt and tied to a chair, left in the sun for an hour.
It was then that he realized that sunlight could also burn him.
His skin began to turn red and it started to sting.
Even his throat seemed to swell, and he opened his mouth wide as he felt suffocated.
My eyes were almost blinded by the sun that was shining overhead at that moment.
It turns out that I am really just a bug in the dark that cannot see the light.
The things you have always desired will also kill you mercilessly.
He was taken back to the dungeon.
This time it was not only painful, it almost caused his spirit to completely collapse.
Later all the windows were blocked.
Those people seemed to hate seeing them suffer so much but still have a glimmer of hope.
He seemed to be used to it.
Bloody wounds, vicious insults, constant pain, and inability to sleep...
These things were like invisible threads, tightly wrapped around his body, tightening inwards, and shredding his skin, blood vessels, meridians, and bones...
Sometimes he would wonder if he was still a human being.
Is this how humans are treated?
So when he saw humans later, it was no different from seeing things or objects.
It was so dark here that he didn't know how time passed.
So every time he felt pain, he would scratch a mark on the wall with his bloody fingers.
Sometimes the nails are pulled out and the joints are exposed.
He bit the stones on the ground with his teeth and scratched the wall one after another.
So much so that later on, there was no place left for him to leave any traces.
It's taking too long.
People got used to his existence and to tormenting him, but they also lost patience with him.
Suddenly one day, when he woke up, he found that he was not in the dungeon.
But on a metal bed.
His limbs were tied tightly to the bed, with a bright light above his head.
The light was so bright that he could hardly see clearly and couldn't see what was around him.
But he could feel that there were many people around him.
He heard someone say -
"Are there any gentlemen on the island who like mechanical limbs..."
"But the technology is not yet mature enough, so I can use this defective product as an experiment..."
"How can something so beautiful be a defective product?"
"She is indeed a defective product. She is pretty but useless. She is a dumb lunatic and a beast that can never be tamed..."
"I see. Well... I'll get started then."
"Are you sure you don't want to give him anesthesia?"
"What kind of anesthesia? Sometimes I even doubt whether he feels pain."
"All right……"
The next second, he felt a heart-wrenching pain.
A scalpel cut open his arm, deeper and deeper...
Then, there was the sound of the knife tip rubbing against bones.
Then he heard the sound of a chainsaw.
They removed one of his arms and one of his legs.
It hurts…it hurts so much!
This was the first time he screamed and tried to break free.
People were amazed that he could make such a sound.
But soon, his voice was blocked in his mouth.
It hurts so much... Why does it hurt so much? Die, let me die...
The first time he prayed for death, it did not come.
He was fitted with rudimentary mechanical limbs and thrown back into prison.
Later, whenever it was cloudy or rainy, the pain from his broken limb would drive him crazy.
The pain had been deeply engraved in his bones and soul, causing him to tremble even when breathing.
Later I met my father.
My father seemed to be a guest here. When he saw him for the first time, he pointed at him:
"I want this one."
People had probably completely lost their patience with him, and felt that he was now completely worthless since he was covered in wounds and had a broken arm and leg.
Without hesitation, he stuffed him into the cage.
He still remembered that the dignified and elegant man took off his coat and covered his cage with it to block the sun for him the moment his cage was moved into the sunlight.
Then she squatted down, smiled and looked into his eyes.
That's different from everyone else's gaze.
It's not the look of an animal looking at a toy, but rather the look of someone just looking at a human being.
"Do you want to live?" he heard the man's voice.
He looked into the man's eyes, was silent for a long, long time, and finally nodded slightly, then nodded again, and then nodded hard.
The man chuckled. "Very good."
Later his father asked him what his name was.
He shook his head, and suddenly thought of something, and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Fu Han."
This was the first time he spoke, and his tone was stiff and awkward.
The name Fu Han refers to one of the tenth group of children he met in the dungeon.
There was a handsome young man who was imprisoned in the cell next to his.
The young master was afraid but also very interested in him.
"My name is Fu Han, what's yours?" The young master said to him cautiously, as if he felt a different kind of closeness to him.
Of course he ignored the other party.
Later, the sickly young master died.
Died from a minor electric shock.
He heard someone say:
"What a fucking bad luck! If I had known he had a heart disease, I wouldn't have chosen him..."
"Damn it, just throw it out and bury it..."
Fu Han, he silently memorized this name in his heart.
He himself didn't know why he wrote it down, perhaps because the other person was the first person to exchange names with him.
Then he should take this name.
His father provided him with everything he needed, and he stayed in the laboratory.
He refitted himself with a robotic limb, treated his body like an object, and got used to it.
Until later——
He saw another beam of light.
A beam of light that would never burn him fell in front of him.
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