Chapter 21 A lifetime of exercise is explained here

Chapter 21 A lifetime of exercise is explained here

Episode 21 The amount of exercise you need for your whole life is explained here

After I put the cute little pigeon into a room with a good ventilation system, I was finally able to focus back on the matter at hand.

I am the captain of the torture team in an organization called VITA, codenamed "Bloody Mary".

According to the blond man, Jerry, the temporary assistant, the torture record codenamed "Bloody Mary" is just like the story of the glass of wine it represents, with a bloodthirsty and murderous devil.

When he heard my name, he thought I was a girl. Later, when he found out I was a boy, he felt that I was even more perverted for giving myself this name.

Jerry said he was afraid of me.

“…”

Some people are too honest, which makes them more disliked.

After Mayor Ethel fell, the organization quickly targeted the traitor "Shang Hexing" and interrogated him several times. They had used various means to force him to reveal the keys to all the powers held by Mayor Ethel. However, he remained silent and did not provide any valuable information to the organization.

So, the organization handed "Shanghexing" to me.

"If he doesn't want to say a word in the end, he can just become your toy."

This sentence is not simply understood in terms of literal meaning, but reveals extreme contempt and indifference towards "Shanghexing", and does not even give him basic human rights and respect.

In other words, to put it bluntly, if he is unwilling to tell the secret, then in order to prevent more people from knowing the secret, "Shang Hexing" must die; and if he is willing to tell the secret, "Shang Hexing" will not even have the bargaining chip to ensure his own survival, and will no longer be of any use. This is also death.

Although I was entrusted with an important task, I was not someone the organization trusted completely. Otherwise, when they handed over "Shanghe Star" to me, they would not have sent one more person to assist me, and let two people be responsible for a key to unlock it respectively.

Furthermore, he is outspoken and simple-minded. He only accepts tasks rigidly and cannot keep any secrets. He would report every detail of what I said and what I did to the higher-ups in the organization. Similarly, he will definitely be present when I interrogate "Shang Hexing".

Jerry is the perfect human monitor.

Now, I only have less than 100 hours. How should I rescue "Shang Hexing", who doesn't trust me at all, from the underground water dungeon?

…

First of all, we have to get him out of the water dungeon.

Water dungeon was a form of torture in ancient times.

The most uncomfortable part is not that in order to avoid drowning, prisoners can only stand all the time, which causes blood to accumulate in the lower limbs, resulting in swollen legs, soreness, fatigue, numbness and other blood circulation problems; nor is it because of soaking in water for a long time, having to overcome the cold water temperature, skin discomfort or psychological irritability.

Instead, the water has not been changed for a long time, and the prisoners' excrement is mixed in the water, causing water pollution. The prisoners' bodies are easily infected with bacteria and even rot, and the water is full of various maggots that reproduce in large numbers due to the unclean water quality.

Not to mention, Shang Hexing's body cannot tolerate this kind of environment.

The obvious redness and swelling of the body is not only caused by injury, but also obviously due to serious allergies.

However, I couldn't rashly offer to release him from the dungeon. When I wanted to rescue him just now, the system reminded me several times.

It would be disadvantageous for me if even I would be suspected.

In any case, I took out the sugar-roasted chestnuts first.

This sweet and warm aroma slightly dispelled the disgusting and stuffy stench in the basement.

Even though I had a lot of clinical experience in forensic laboratories, the smell was still unbearable. It’s just that when the smell reaches a certain threshold, it reaches “olfactory fatigue” and the olfactory nerves become paralyzed. It's just like when someone sprays a strong fragrance, after a while you get used to it and you find you can't smell it anymore. It's the same principle.

Sugar-roasted chestnuts themselves do not relieve olfactory fatigue, but the system's products will give the original sugar-roasted chestnuts a more natural and gentle woody aroma. According to the seniors and colleagues I shared this with, the aroma of sugar-roasted chestnuts is very healing.

In this environment, holding a bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts is like holding a non-pungent air freshener. You won’t feel the mixed smell, but it is a way to relieve stress.

Jerry really couldn't resist the system's product. His expression changed from hesitation to caution. "Boss, what is this?"

I wonder if you have ever experienced such a "child asking for food" scene?

That is, they clearly know what that thing is, but in order to strike up a conversation, they will pretend not to understand. They may ask "What is this?", "Is this edible?", "Is this delicious?" to attract people's attention. Then, in order to satisfy their lovely curiosity, people will allow them to try a bite.

I have this sense of déjà vu right now.

If Jerry were a child, I would obviously give it to him without hesitation. But he is an adult, the one who is monitoring me, and he just thought that my name was a name that only a pervert would give.

I didn't say anything. I was peeling sugar-roasted chestnuts and paying attention to Jerry's micro-expressions. "How long has he been in there?"

"It's been two days. It rained recently and the water level has risen. It's already up to the waist."

"It's still early."

According to common sense, the water level should at least rise to the chest.

By then, his chest cavity will be compressed due to being soaked in water for a long time, which will affect the expansion of his lungs, and his physical and mental torture will become more and more severe.

As soon as I finished saying this, Jerry, who was originally approaching the sugar-roasted chestnuts, silently distanced himself from me.

I was a little confused as to what I said wrong that made Jerry so alert. Was it because of some careless look from me that made him think I was warning him?

But now is not the time to worry about this.

Jerry followed suit and recalled, "Boss, actually, when I was on guard a few days ago, I didn't tell you one thing. Although it has been raining these days, the water level hasn't risen that high. It's just that he always damages the drain and kicks the drainage pipes, causing the water that should have been drained out to flow back, and the water level keeps rising little by little."

“…”

Shang Hexing's body probably can't withstand such long-term torture. Perhaps after being tortured for less than half a day, Shang Hexing, who had a strong obsession with cleanliness, saw a maggot appear in there, and he revealed all the permission passwords bit by bit. Maybe it was "Fu Lin" living in his body at that time, so he was able to endure it.

He really didn't know the password, and he also knew that if he gave a wrong password, it would be more likely to lead to death, so he had been holding on until now.

If it was the Fu Lin I knew, he would not abandon his body in the gambling business Hexing right now.

He wouldn't just sit there and wait for death.

Jerry continued, "He must be thinking about how to escape, but even if he can really destroy an exit, he can swim out from there. The waterway leading to the surface is long and winding, and it seems to be at least 300 meters long. What's worse is that the end of the pipe is not the sea, but directly leads to an underground sewer network - the water there is turbulent, and it is full of garbage and dangerous items piled up over the past decade. It's simply a dead end."

I said subconsciously: "Swimming from one hell into another is just courting death."

"I would never do that. I'd rather just stay still." Jerry muttered.

"It's really not smart of him to do that."

Not to mention that he knew the distribution layout of the underground water network, he still insisted on taking the risk. How could he continue to take risks now that he knew nothing about the dangerous situation?

The image of Fu Lin staggering at the end of the dungeon flashed through my mind. The sound of continuous heavy rain also rang in my ears, and I subconsciously asked, "Is it raining heavily?"

Jerry was surprised by what I said, and even imitated me and looked at the dark ceiling, "I didn't hear anything..."

As soon as these words were spoken, there were violent sounds of water and panting coming from the end of the dungeon.

“…Help me.”

Jerry was like a startled golden hamster, his whole body motionless, his dull eyes revealing unguarded surprise and fear. His brain was obviously still digesting the emergency.

I quickly stood up and directed him to move, "Jerry, take the key."

Jerry was stunned for a second, his movements hesitant and flustered.

My mind raced, thinking about my role, and I said decisively, "Ask for help, which is equivalent to prying open his mouth. If he doesn't want to die, he has to listen to us."

I stared at Jerry, trying to pull him from his dazed state directly into the real world I wanted. "Listen, let's go save him now and don't let him die."

"If he dies, all our efforts will go to waste. There is no other choice but to seize the opportunity."

Jerry then understood the logic here, nodded hastily, and quickly took the key.

*

The water level rise caused by the rain is more severe than expected.

We didn't know which water pipe opening Fu Lin had kicked in a place we didn't notice, or whether the wall had cracked.

The water level was only up to his waist before, but in the blink of an eye it was above his abdomen, with the water rushing back and ready to rise to his chest at any moment.

Fu Lin seemed to have reached his physical limit and drowned several times due to exhaustion. His hair was already completely wet, sticking to his pale cheeks. Water droplets dripped from the ends of his hair, constantly splashing tiny ripples on the turbid water surface. His breathing was rapid and irregular, and his chest heaving violently.

It was visible to the naked eye that his face was pale and his lips were purple from the cold. The rapidly flowing waves reflected on his thin and bony body, mottled with lines of broken light and shadow. Even the blue veins on his white neck were clearly visible in the dim light, making it impossible to ignore his despair and instinct for survival.

When Fu Lin called for help in our direction, he was like a mysterious water ghost. He clearly didn't beg, but even his low, hoarse voice sounded wet.

“Save me…”

"I want to live..."

Jerry was looking toward the water. I saw that he was about to go in, so I grabbed him and said with a sharp look and a calm tone, leaving no room for doubt. "We have conditions."

After saying this, I felt anxious.

Obviously, the one who wants to save people the most right now is myself. I also want to play the role of Jerry and pull the person out quickly. You know, in addition to removing the handcuffs, you also have to remove the leg cuffs. This is all very strenuous. However, I was also afraid that it didn’t matter if Jerry himself didn’t react, but I was afraid that Jerry would tell others about my entire action and make them realize that there was something wrong with me.

I have to play the whole set.

The good news now is that Fu Lin is not really going to die. He just ran out of energy and couldn't hold on in the water. However, even if he really drowned, he would have survived for more than 5-6 minutes.

I can rescue.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, I directly cue the process, "Tell us something we want to know. You know what we want."

After I said this, what I thought in my heart was that Fu Lin really went through a lot of torture after being backstabbed.

I was being mercilessly tortured by my conscience, but I had to continue to put pressure on you without mercy. "You can choose to remain silent, or I can choose to watch you die quietly. We won't lose anything if we lose one Shanghe Star, but we may not gain anything if we gain one more Shanghe Star. If you want to survive, you have to show your sincerity."

"...I know the surveillance permission key." Fu Lin's weak voice sounded again, so weak that it was almost inaudible, "I can...cooperate."

My heart suddenly tightened.

I know it's a lie, but enough is enough.

This is why I got into the water!

I've been waiting for this sentence.

I immediately ordered, "Jerry, unlock his right leg and right handcuffs."

As soon as I said this, I jumped into the sewage.

The water was incredibly dirty, and I could even see stratification in the water. I don't think I had the courage to continue speaking in the water. However, after I got into the water, I found that Jerry did not follow me.

I couldn't help but look back at him.

Jerry stood on the shore, his voice trembling: "Boss, there are a lot of live bugs in the water."

I shrugged it off. "It's just maggots. Not a lot of them, just patches."

I don’t know why, but I suddenly thought of the delicious osmanthus rice wine.

After Fu Lin is fished out, I will get a drink from the system.

After being distracted for a second, I ordered in a firm tone, as if I was asking my junior to be brave enough to collect the maggots from the corpse: "Get in the water quickly."

Jerry followed me into the water with a bitter face, "I don't dare to dive into the water to open the handcuffs..."

I immediately exchanged my handcuff keys with his leg cuff keys, took a deep breath, and dived directly into the water. The underwater visibility is extremely poor and it is difficult to see things. I first felt the bottom with both hands, and then moved closer to where Fu Lin's leg cuffs were.

Fu Lin stood quite steadily in the water, otherwise even if I found the lock, I wouldn't be able to find a good angle to open it.

As I opened the second lock, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

If Fu Lin had the strength to stand firmly, how could he have been drowned so many times?

But I still find it hard to doubt Fu Lin.

I was just wondering, is it because he is too strong?

Just as I was thinking and about to get up again, I suddenly heard Jerry's sharp scream, "Boss, boss, something is biting me?" After the terrified voice, the sound of Jerry diving into the water was heard.

The sound of rushing water echoed in my ears.

I was just about to grab Jerry and help him up. But I felt like a hand was holding my back tightly. My instinct was to grab his wrist, roll over, and twist his wrist. But he reacted quickly and realized that he couldn't grab my back. He was like a poisonous snake following a pole, and the water flowed from his palm all the way to my neck, found the position of my head, and pressed down directly.

All I saw was a quick and powerful arm movement.

From the force of his anger, we can tell that he is watching for this opportunity to drag us down and launch a counterattack.

“…”

This is really unfair!

How to solve this situation?

If this happened in a novel, when encountering a critical situation like a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple, one would usually make a friendly call, shouting out the other person's name, causing him to be stunned and stop what he is doing.

But, I'm in the water and don't want to drink a mouthful of dirty water with "highly biologically active proteins".

At this moment, I could only avoid his deadly moves to avoid being pushed into deeper water by him. I was in no hurry to look up to breathe. This would actually play into his hands and become the perfect opportunity for him to attack.

Many people died because they were in a hurry to stick their heads out to breathe, which ended up putting their heads in the hands of the opponent, giving the opponent the opportunity to repeatedly push them back into the water.

I felt my head was completely suppressed and there was no chance to surface to breathe, so I simply dived down again quickly and used the flow of water to escape from his control. It was difficult to see clearly underwater, but I followed my intuition and dived downwards. The moment my feet touched the bottom, I could feel mud and gravel rubbing against my calves.

Fu Lin's hand did not move further down, and his feet did not move, stagnating for a few seconds.

This is not because the water dungeon is small and he has no space to perform. The water dungeon was at least half the size of a swimming pool and was not designed for one person.

But he didn't make any big moves just like before.

I soon realized that this was obviously not because he was still looking for us and was not acting rashly, but because his waist and back muscles were tense due to standing for a long time, making it difficult for him to bend his spine. In other words, he couldn't bend down. In addition, he was unable to move because of poor blood circulation in his lower limbs, paralysis in his legs, difficulty in movement, and almost loss of the ability to react.

This was my chance to act.

I just need to aim at the popliteal fossa and the tibial nerve, and choose one of the two, then raise my hand and hit his knee.

As expected, I fought back quickly. Fu Lin groaned, his legs went limp, and he fell backwards into the water. At this point, even if he still wanted to fight back, his physical condition only allowed him to launch a counterattack once, and his chance was gone. The subsequent fight completely drained his physical strength and willpower, and even overdrawn his vitality.

"Just give me a break."

I finally couldn't stand it anymore, and my tone was filled with uncontrollable anger.

Fu Lin was stunned, but perhaps because of his tenacity as the "protagonist", he still did not give up the possibility of winning.

So, eight or nine minutes later, I held Fu Lin, who was almost exhausted and unable to struggle, tightly with one hand and dragged him out of the water; with the other hand, I grabbed the unconscious Jerry tightly and pulled him ashore.

The moment I got ashore, I felt like I was almost dying of exhaustion.

A lifetime of exercise is spent here. I really want to lie in bed.

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