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    "The painter is a woman!" Even though I am well-informed, I was also frightened. How perverted a woman must be to be placed next to a butcher, it makes me a little creepy.  Times of Day!  All the Iraqi civilians who were imprisoned with me and who were arrested based on my words have disappeared.  After the garbage truck pulled up the last funnel of chopped human flesh, the blood and moisture spread throughout the room began to be diluted by the cold wind blowing in.  Standing on the cold iron bar, smelling the choking smell of the tired guys on the opposite side, listening to the growl of your stomach, sweat dripping down your hair on the ground, the iron chain is connected to the ground.  A thick hemp rope was suspended from the pulley, and one end of the hemp rope was tied to the thumbs of my hands that were tied behind my back.  There is no way for your feet to touch the ground. There is only a grain stick covered with spikes for you to stand on, but who wants to stand on a needle with bare feet.  Every time I said "hang!", the hemp rope would be pulled up, and I would be lifted off the ground.  At the beginning, their toes could still touch the ground, and the hemp rope was fixed on the hook, and they began to ask questions.  The pain in my shoulder was as severe as being twisted. After a few moments, the pain would make me sweat profusely.  If the torturer does not get an answer, he will cry out - just like the ancient government officials announcing the next punishment: "Bullshit!".  They hung me up in the air, so that the entire weight of my body fell on my two thumbs. The height was not very high. If I straightened my body desperately, the bottom of my legs could barely touch the iron rod covered with iron and steel needles.  The way to relieve shoulder pain is to pierce your feet.  Whenever I had a hard time deciding whether to pierce my feet or hang my arms, these torturers would sit and smoke easily, watching me struggle in pain.  Often the severe pain would temporarily render me unconscious; they would lower me and pour a basin of cold water on me.  Until I woke up and was hoisted again.  Usually one hanging is enough to make the prisoner reveal what he knows. The civilians I was locked up with lasted forty minutes at the longest.  At first I distracted my mind from the intensity of the pain in my body by counting how long these people could last.  It's a little cruel but it's effective.  After they were all dead, I had no choice but to pretend to be in shock.  That is to focus all your attention on the pain, magnifying the small pain several times, artificially causing temporary loss of brain function, causing dysfunction and causing shock. At this time, the other party will put you down if they are afraid that you will die.  , which can give me time to regroup and face the next round of torture.  The interrogation continued for 24 hours, but the most worrying "painter" never appeared in front of me again.  I was terrified of the pain she would cause me.  But for the methods of such a notorious torture master, he could not help but have inexplicable expectations.  The motivation of expectation The answer I gave myself was 'the intention to challenge the limit of my tolerance' Lying in the muddy water, I heard from their discussion that after the drugs and hypnosis failed, they seemed to intend to start the most time-consuming and exhausting torture.  method.  However, in this kind of round-robin interrogation, the most important prop is a large light bulb with thousands of watts, which is hung in front of the eyes of the interrogators, dazzling them.  They were not allowed to rest or sleep. In the end, people's minds were confused and they had to listen to their mercy and say whatever they wanted.  However, Iraq, which is poor in supplies, could not find such a large light bulb at the moment, and the high temperature of the military anti-aircraft lighting was enough to steam me and the torture thugs, so this group of people were discussing such a ridiculous issue as where to get light bulbs.  "Forget it! Why bother? Why don't we smash this guy's left foot first, and then smash his right foot if you don't want to move. If he doesn't say anything yet, just smash it one by one, and he will definitely say it."  Finally someone can't stand this stupid discussion anymore.  I stood up, picked up the hammer on the table, and hit a section of the kneecap that had been removed from the victim on the table. The yellow and white bone fragments splashed all over my face, which was painful!  "That's useless! He won't tell!" The older team leader threw away the cigarette butt in his hand irritably. However, when he took out the cigarette case, he found that it was empty. He crushed the package and threw it on the  on the wall.  "Let the victim feel that he has lost his mental strength and that he is losing the integrity of his body. This is the most effective method mentioned in the torture manual! Isn't it?" A red man who looked about the same age as me  The boy with the nose spread his palms and asked the people around him.  "That's the case for ordinary people. But for people like this who can control their mental power, if they are given too much pain, they can even use the instantaneous pain to hypnotize themselves to fall from a height of 30,000 feet or be run over by a car.  This leads to brain death and suicide. I have seen such cases!" Black Jack has never left. Hearing this, he walked up to me, took out his dick and pointed it at me, and hit my face with a shot of hot and spicy soup.  : "We cannot completely destroy a person's desire to save life. If you alone lose hope of living, then death will no longer be a threat to him. Pain will not make him succumb." "Brilliant! Brilliant!" Mino Yin  The voice sounded again, with an excited tail: "If I have the strength, I will applaud loudly for you." The cripple in a wheelchair pushed closer to the "painter", tilted his head and looked around  Being dirty, I pretended to turn around and asked, "Do you think we can find out something?" Black Jack heard his question and turned around to glance at his face.After calmly saying "Painter", he subconsciously puffed up his chest and continued: "Due to the influence of education and traditional culture, Oriental people have great mental toughness. They tend to go to extremes after making up their minds and have a strong resistance to torture.  Ability. If you want to ask something from their mouths, the most effective way is to break their mental defenses. They pay special attention to honor, and it is easiest to break through from this point." After seeing the slightly appreciative forehead of the "painter",  I became even more angry. I pointed at my head and said, "This guy has his national flag and totem tattooed on his head in such a conspicuous position, which shows that he has a strong sense of belonging to the country and nation. The most effective way is to  Just tattoo something on his body that destroys this sense of belonging, so that he will never have the face to see his hometown elders and clan members." "Huming torture method! I like it!" Mu Naiyin laughed even more happily when he heard this,  I accidentally coughed too hard and vomited a lot of blood.  He waved his hand and a bloody prisoner was brought in from the door and thrown on the tiger bench not far from me.  I looked up and saw that the man's body was completely mangled and his original appearance was unrecognizable.  The whole person turned into a piece of human-shaped rag stuck to the wooden board.  Although I sympathize with this guy, my situation is not much better than his, and I really don¡¯t have any extra thoughts to pay attention to him.  "Then how are you going to humiliate this hard-nosed boy?" The painter stretched out his hand and pulled the rope on the slide to lift me up like a dead dog again, picked up the leather pipe on the ground and turned on the faucet, followed by a filter box filled with salt.  The water mixed with salt crystals lost its cool nature and penetrated like sulfuric acid into the wounds cracked by the whip, causing me to scream in agony.  "If possible, it would be most effective to tear down and humiliate his wife, daughter and children in front of him" After saying this, he looked around at the Arab faces beside him and said: "Obviously there is no way to achieve this. But we can also learn from his  Believe and shame." "For example?" "For example, his patriotism and national emotions!" "Patriotism? How are you going to attack it? Force him to apply for a green card?" The mercenaries who had rested enough in the distance asked  They gradually gathered around.  A Central American bald man picked on Black Jack with a grin on his face.  "Go away and cool off!" Black Jack didn't even look at him.  He approached me and looked me up and down for a moment, then stretched out his hand to put out the cigarette butt on the national flag tattoo on my forehead, and then looked at the blackened flag and said: "Why don't we tattoo the pattern that Chinese people hate when they see it the most?"  On a conspicuous part, he will be cast aside wherever he goes." "How about giving him a tattoo of a dick on his face? Huh? Everyone who sees him must be disgusted!" The man with the obscene goatee held a  The wine glass came over, pointed with the index finger holding the glass and smiled.  "That's a good idea!" Several women in the army glanced at my lower body with lustful smiles on their faces: "Maybe it would be a good idea to draw a middle parting on his little brother! Women will definitely like it!" "Just draw it on him.  The right side of his face! Here" Mu Naiyin also pointed at his right side with enthusiasm.  "Ha!" The painter smiled. It seemed that only the corners of his eyes were twitching, but the spring color in his soul gushes out of his eyes like river water.  To be honest, with an angelic face and a devilish figure, this woman really doesn't look like a vicious executioner.  But people should not be judged by their appearance!  This truth, which I no longer need to be reminded of after years of experience, has been burned into my mind.  Therefore, the more I see her smiling like a fairy, the more chilled I feel.  "What are you thinking about?" She put her face close to mine, and then said in my ear: "You don't care about those at all, right? You don't care about their little things at all, right?" I raised my eyes and took a look.  The beautiful woman in front of her lowered her head and fought against the pain in her body. Talking too much to such a person would easily expose her own weaknesses.  "Actually, what they said is also a very useful method, but it just failed to grasp the key points of the Chinese national character. Tattooing a dick or testicles on your face is actually not as intimidating to you as tattooing the word "broken shoes" on your mother's face.  Function. Am I right? A filial son?" The woman raised her head and reached out to touch the dragon-shaped tattoo on my scalp on the other side and said: "Traditional China is different from Europe and the United States, which promote adultery. The one at the top of the emotional pyramid is not  Love and filial piety, the most important thing is not your wife but your parents. Filial piety comes first!" Seeing the muscles on my face beating non-stop stimulated by her vicious thoughts, she actually came over again: "Even if I can't find it,  As for your parents, you shouldn't use non-threatening things like sexual organs to fool people, right? At least they should get a Japanese flag or something to make you embarrassed to go out, right?" "You are indeed better than them.  !" After hearing this, I was really shocked by her subtle understanding of Chinese psychology.  "Then let's get started!" The woman took out three copper chopsticks with clusters of needles tied on them and shook them at me. "Originally, I didn't want to use this ineffective method, but everyone has suggested it, and I don't want to spoil everyone's fun.  . Don¡¯t think that you can just go back and find someone to destroy the pattern for you. My tattoo method is different from others" Actually.  She really hit my mark.  Tattoo!  Even if the plaque of the Yasukuni Shrine is painted on my face, the worst I can do is paint it with another pattern when I touch up the color later.  But when this woman stuck the needle into my cheek, I realized that her tattoo was fake and her torture was real.  It's not like pricking with a needle dipped in paint.green, but burn the needle red on the fire.  Then he started pricking me.  This is simply a disguised form of branding!  The red-hot needle penetrates the skin.  The faint aroma of barbecue continued to spread from the cheeks to the nose, but the nerves burned by the high temperature did not feel pain immediately.  Every time I put it in, I always feel a cold feeling, and then gradually start to feel hot like a kettle on the stove, and finally there is a sharp pain that penetrates into the bones.  But this is not the most uncomfortable thing. The most uncomfortable thing is when she quickly completes her "work".  Half of my face was swollen into red bread, I couldn't open my eyes and my mouth felt a little crooked.  Eventually it swelled to the extreme, and the feeling of swelling and numbness even outweighed the burning pain.  Because it was branded on the face, the pain was particularly close to the brain, as if every needle was inserted deep into the brain. After the brain was filled with painful information, it "frozen" for a moment, but then  I was awakened by the burning pain that seemed to come.  I fainted and woke up again.  I woke up and fainted dozens of times.  After this woman stopped and took a step back to examine her work, she said to me with satisfaction: "Black is always the popular color! Do you know why I am called a painter? Because I like to paint on people. Flame is  My paintbrush, human skin is my canvas" "This is worse than electrocution!" I swallowed the saliva that couldn't help flowing from the corner of my mouth, stared at the only eye I could open and yelled at her: "  You should have more powerful tricks, come up with them quickly!" "Don't be impatient!" The woman smiled and said, "You underestimate me too much. It was just a small test just now. If I give you all the tricks,  A tattoo like this will definitely hurt you to death! You are the strongest-willed man I have ever seen. I am full of expectations for how long you can last. Let¡¯s take our time! The fun will come later! Too many tattoos at once will burn the skin.  Yes, that will affect the collection!" Collection?  I heard her gasp.  My heart goes cold!  It¡¯s over!  This woman is not a torture expert, but a pervert!  According to her words, after tattooing me, she would also peel off my skin and store it.  If that's the case, then this guy doesn't care about my life or death at all when she's tortured, she's just doing it to satisfy her own sadistic desires.  Then my capital to insist on "If I don't get the information, they won't kill me!" is gone.  if that is the case!  Anyway, if you are going to die, you might as well say it and be happy!  "You understand!" The painter took out dehydrating powder and applied it to my face.  This thing can quickly absorb the cell fluid released by subcutaneous fine ruptures, and the swelling can be reduced within a few minutes: "But don't do it, otherwise you will lose a lot of fun!" Looking at the woman's slightly trembling fingers in excitement, I  The words that reached his mouth were swallowed back into his stomach.  Because it suddenly occurred to me that if I didn't say there were other people watching, I might be able to control the extent of her attacks.  But after I said it, these people lost any interest in me.  Then I would definitely be left alone by this sadist, and that would be a desperate situation!  "Look at this!" The woman put her hand in front of my nose and showed off the leather wristband. On the light gray background was a six-headed tiger snake with wings.  Some of the lines are also burned in, and the pattern composed of deep black scorch marks is so eye-catching among other colors that there is no way to hide it.  "I took this off a Korean, painting within a painting! Do you like it?" The woman touched the stitches on the side with her fingers and said, "He is also an Oriental, but he did not support you for so long, less than two  I confessed when I was young, boring is not challenging. But I like his skin. Although Europeans' skin is white, it is as dry as cloth, while Asians' skin is as smooth as jade, which is the best material." After saying that, she took off her clothes.  The wristband was thrown into the stove next to it, then she turned back to look at me and said: "But today, there is no need to keep it, because I have you!" As she said that, she traced my groin with her fingertips.  Brush up and down, eyes showing fascination.  But I didn't feel my heartbeat at all, because her appearance reminded me of the pig boss in my hometown who would point at the pig's body to determine how thick the skin was and how fat it was when collecting the pigs.  The steel needles stuck in the soles of my feet were as hot as boiling water and crawled up my ankles like steam to my knees. I seemed to smell the fishy smell of boiling water in a large pot filled with pig manure.  There is no more real feeling of being slaughtered than this!  "Xingtian!" The painter reached out and lifted my chin and looked into my eyes and said, "Do you want to know what I have tattooed on my face?" "That's not important!" I looked at her with my mouth crooked: "That North Korea  People are too stupid. If there is no way to modify it with ink, why not burn the entire painting? No matter what you tattoo on my body, I can destroy it." "I know!" The painter touched my tattoo.  Suddenly her face came close to me and she hugged me. She kept rubbing her breasts against me: "Do you feel it?" After she said it, I realized that the breasts on this woman's chest were as hard as jade and were pressing against me.  body.  It turns out that when she tortures others, she brings sexual pleasure to herself.  "I feel so hot! So numb! So swollen!" She moaned in my ear in a low voice, her voice like mosquitoes crawling down my ears and biting into my brain, which made my heart itch: "You  You must hold on!" Before my voice could finish, the red-hot needle pierced my armpit. I didn't have time to hum. My body's first instinctive reaction was to ignore my steps.The mace he stepped on jumped up, trying to break away from the branding needle stuck in his flesh.  Although this reaction did shake off the "painter", when he fell to the ground, he pulled hard and heard a crisp sound on his shoulder.  The hands that were handcuffed behind the back were pulled out of position by the weight of the body, and were pulled to the top of the head contrary to common sense. The posture that was originally hanging in a bow fell back to the ground as the arms exceeded the limit.  I passed out again without making any sound My consciousness was torn between coma and wakefulness. I felt like I had fallen into a mountain of needles. Countless fire needles were desperately piercing my body. In addition to howling and crying  There was nothing I could do. I wanted to beg, but what I faced was the painter's excited and focused expression.  It was as serious as if she wasn't torturing a living person.  But in completing her "Mona Lisa" as divine.  Perhaps because I was severely tortured, a picture of the eighteen levels of hell in Buddhism suddenly appeared in my mind. One of them showed countless naked men and women running and hiding on the ground covered with steel needles.  Needles raining from the sky.  So I kept telling myself as if I was grasping a life-saving straw that if a steel needle penetrated my body, I would be guilty of lying. I must not reveal a single word at this time.  Absolutely not!  Absolutely not!  ¡­¡­To adhere!  To adhere!  They didn't dare to kill me I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly a cold mouth suddenly took my swollen lower lip and bit it hard.  The strange feeling dragged me back to the human world from hell. I reluctantly opened my eyes and saw the painter looking at me happily.  She held my head and kept kissing me, while the others standing behind her stared at this place with horrified faces. Even the departing second prince stood in front of me under the protection of his entourage, holding the Cuban in his hand.  He didn't notice that the cigar was out, but he still put it in his mouth and started sucking hard.  "You're awesome!" The painter's wet eyes shone with astonishing coquettishness. He held my face and shouted happily: "You are as awesome as I expected! You actually made it!" "I should be happy.  Is that so?" Now, apart from my neck and above, the only part of me that still has feeling is my cold ass.  That's when I discovered it.  He had already been put down and sat on the iron torture chair.  The back, chest and abdomen were as swollen as the Maitreya Buddha, and oozed with a sticky buttery liquid. The two bloodless arms were longer than they should have been, and they were hanging on the armrests, almost touching the ground.  Maybe he was numbed by too much pain, but seeing himself in such a miserable state didn't feel as painful as it looked.  "I will never eat hot dogs again!" A black-haired man in the crowd standing opposite me shouted, covering his mouth: "This guy is almost the same as a grilled sausage. All he needs is two slices of toast and lettuce!"  "Oh God!" The religious people opposite took out crosses, held them in their hands, and began to recite unknown things, but their eyes still did not leave the painter and me.  He looked forward to something uncontrollably.  After hearing a crisp sound, I realized that little Tony had come over and connected my arm. However, due to the strain or rupture of the joint muscle capsule, I could only move my fingers, but still couldn't swing my arm.  "Thank you!" My physical strength has been drained by several days of torture. As I sit here, I want to lie back, but as soon as my back touches the back of the chair, I feel a sharp pain.  The considerate little Tony put the neck collar used to dig into the back of people's heads on me and held it against my fallen body, giving me a chance to breathe.  "Be sure to hold on!" The painter pulled the strange sack she brought from the wooden table nearby, took out a large roll of steel wire and placed it on the table, frequently giving me concerned eyes.  That tribal expression makes it easy to associate her with the word "estrus".  The words he said were words of encouragement to me, but the things on the table were filled with people who were trying to trick people to death.  Her look reminded people of a medieval witch, comforting lost children with sweet words while equipping a cooking cauldron.  If the butcher is the worst sadist I've ever seen, it doesn't fit the bill in front of the painter.  The essential difference between the two people is.  The Butcher likes to torture the enemy under the conditions of war and conflict, and likes the sense of accomplishment after defeating a strong-willed warrior. He will not just pick off people's heads on the street for nothing.  The painter just wanted to satisfy her sadistic mentality. She didn't need my information, she just wanted me to scream.  "He is much stronger than we thought! So much money is not wasted! Is it? Commander-in-Chief." Mu Naiyin sat opposite me and turned to Kusai.  "Not bad! It's not in vain! I have never seen this kind of torture method. It's so interesting!" Kusai took out a match and lit the half-burned cigar and said emotionally: "This is better than throwing people directly into a meat grinder.  It¡¯s much more interesting!¡± ¡°ohibaeapiedtdoa?¡± The cigar smoke puffed out by Kusai was blowing on my face, and it turned out to be the same brand as the one I often smoked.  "Oh? You also smoke cigars?" Kusai saw that I was not only energetic but also spoke.  It was surprising that he even recognized the brand of Cuban cigars he smoked.  "Not often! Occasionally!" I raised my head and looked at the brown cigarette in his hand through the swollen eyes. "Can I have one?" "Hahaha!" Kusai heard my request.  He smiled and said, "You are so brave. You are still in the mood to ask me for a cigarette when you are not even breathing enough oxygen.".  Give him one!  "The waiter next to me took out a top-quality cigar from his pocket, cut the tail with a pure gold cigar and handed it to my nose. I inhaled the moist smell of tobacco leaves, shook my head and said to him: "That's not it.  !  The kind I want you to suck!  "When the bodyguard who handed me the cigarette heard what I said, his face immediately changed. He stretched out his hand and slapped me in the face and cursed: "You are so shameless!  Kusai's face didn't hesitate, he looked at me coldly and asked with flickering eyes: "These are all the same ohibaespiedidos."  Why are you sucking me?  "This one is not as high-end as the one you smoke!"  "I wanted to smile, but unfortunately my swollen face was not moved away from my lips: "If that doesn't work, you can give me my cigar.  I know you still have my stuff.  "I said that because I saw my saber hanging on the waist of the painter who was sorting the wire. Kusai paused. He took out a single gold moisturizing tube from his chest, opened the cap and poured one out.  A moist cigar. The servant on the side came up to pick it up respectfully, but he refused. With a serious look on his face, he took out an antique cigar set with gems and cut a gap of 3/4 of the diameter of the cigar's trunk. Then he took out a long cigar.  Strike a sulfur-free match. After the flame stabilizes, hold the cigar horizontally and tilt the end at 45¡ã, close to 2.5 cm from the flame. Slowly rotate it once to preheat the cigar, and then move closer to 2.5 cm from the flame.  place, letting it burn evenly from the edge to the center. After the cigar was lit, the rich aroma was already coming, so I handed it over with my own hand. I didn't bite it in a hurry, but just blew it back twice and then took another breath.  After a moment, he gently held the end of the cigarette in his mouth, turned the cigarette at an angle with his tongue, and took a gentle breath. There was sweetness in the bitterness, and the mellow and plump aroma was wrapped in the green smoke, turning around in the throat before gently taking a breath.  Spit it out. ¡°You know how to enjoy a good cigar!  Kusai smiled at me with an expression of sympathy on his face: "It's a pity that you should find a quiet and elegant place to smoke cigars, with a glass of red smoke, so that the body and mind can be immersed in the mellow and plump aroma and the long-lasting and comfortable bitter taste."  Talent will unknowingly relieve your stress, improve your mood, and extend your time to think about problems.  "Hi!"  I will be sentenced soon.  This is already good!  "I blew out a smoke ring gently and closed my eyes with an expression of enjoyment: "You have a good cigar!  Good stuff indeed!  What a pity!  "What's a pity?"  "Kusei's face turned ugly when he heard that I had complained about his top-grade cigars. "It's a pity that these are just ohiba espiedidos rolled by senior workers, although they are considered high-quality ones that are hard to find for money.  But there is still a difference between the espiedos handmade by Avellino, Lara and Eduardo and Libera!  ""How can it be?  These two top masters have long stopped making cigars.  Where did you get it?  Tell me quickly!  Tell me quickly!  "Cusset is worthy of being a feverish cigar smoker who is obsessed with this subject. When he heard that I could get the best handmade products from the world's top cigar makers, he immediately pounced on me. "Awesome!  Give him what he likes and seduce him!  "Mu Naiyin saw Kusai losing his composure and clapped his hands and laughed when I asked: "You are worthy of being a master of the wolf pack. Not only did you not give in and lose your composure even after reaching this level.  He actually turned an army against him.  Now Commander-in-Chief Kusai is reluctant to kill you!  "After he saw through his intention, I didn't say anything. Because there was no need for me to speak at this time, someone would speak. "Oh¡ª¡ª!  I see!  You are lying to me!  What kind of master can make cigars for your big kid?  When the master washes his hands in the golden basin.  You haven¡¯t weaned yourself yet!  "Kusei suddenly woke up from his feverish state, snatched the cigar from my mouth, raised it and hesitated again and again, but did not drop it to the ground. This made me confirm the status of the cigar in his mind. Because I came here before  In Iraq. I heard the leader who resells supplies here said that Qusay's habit of smoking cigars was learned from his father Saddam. He revered his father as a god and even imitated it everywhere. Saddam smoked ohoba (  Cohiba) cigars, so he also regarded the enjoyment of Ohiba cigars as sacred as a religious ceremony. He often spent a lot of money to collect top-quality espiedidos cigars from all over the world to honor his father. In order to add points to his presidential future. From his abnormal mysophobia  We can know that this person's mental state is easy to go to extremes, and what he is sure of is the truth. As long as he thinks that I have top-quality cigars, he can hang up his demands. In this way, he will be reluctant to kill me!  "hey-hey!  If you say this, you will lose the qualifications of a cigar enthusiast.  If cigars are stored properly, they can still retain their excellent taste for half a century. Don¡¯t you understand such a basic truth?  I exhaled the last puff of smoke in my mouth and proudly sarcastically looked at the mentally unstable obsessive-compulsive neurosis patient in front of me: "Not only was I in 1995, ohiba was still just a product of the handicraft workshop."  There was even a golden-mouthed cigar from the Napoleon III era, but unfortunately my wife took it out to entertain guests a while ago.  What a pity for the treasure I bought for 1.5 million US dollars.  "Youyou" Kusai looked at me and wondered whether what I said was true or false. He rubbed his hands anxiously. After all, the things I mentioned were all rare treasures. Listening to them made an enthusiast like him excited.  What's more, this guy is still mentally ill. "Your Majesty, Commander-in-Chief!  You won't lose your ability to make rational judgment just because of a few sticks of tobacco, right?  Don't forget this person andThe gangsters who assassinated you during these days are hard to escape.  "Mu Naiyin sat on the chair and watched the commander-in-chief of the Republican Guards, who was so heavy-handed, sweating with anxiety. He began to realize that he had underestimated the status of cigars in his heart and overestimated this man's mental state. He must have been beaten by the United States.  A person has a gun pressed against his butt and held in a bomb shelter for more than ten years. Everyone is a little abnormal. "Maybe they will assassinate your father!"  "When Mu Naiyin used these words correctly, Kusai, who was originally in chaos, immediately returned to his normal state after hearing the words that endangered his father. Although his breath was still not straightened out, his eyes were no longer distracted.  After looking at it, I gritted my teeth and said, "I'll leave this to you!"  I'm going to take a rest!  "He hurried upstairs. When he disappeared, the cripple in front of him breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to look at me with eyes that changed from teasing to anger, and became more and more serious. "Good trick!  Good move!  I underestimated you.  Overestimating him!  Now he can't bring himself to kill you.  I didn't expect that besides being good at marksmanship, you are also good at psychological warfare.  "Mu Naiyin said here, he looked back and said: "It seems that it is difficult to get useful information from you.  But it¡¯s okay!  I have other choices" I followed his line of sight and looked over. It was the "rag" that was dragged here and had lost its shape. Who was that? "Drag him over here!"  "After Mu Naiyin spoke, several soldiers dragged the human figure, who had lost much air, to me. Mu Naiyin reached out and grabbed the man's hair and pulled it back. A familiar face appeared in front of me.  In front of my eyes. It turned out to be a trigger! "Trigger!"  "I looked at the deformed face and couldn't help shouting. Hearing my voice, Trigger barely opened a slit in his eye and glanced here. When he saw it was me, his eyes suddenly widened:  "Xingtian!  Xingtian!  IyouIwhat?  ¡­¡­Hi!  " "Hold on!  "I only had time to say this, and my mouth was sealed with tape. I understood that they were about to start targeting the trigger. "Hey!  Let's see if the second player of the Wolf Pack can perform well in the next show.  "Mu Naiyin smiled at the two of us and said: "Whoever attacks first in the end will be able to save half his life!  "After saying that, Trigger was stripped naked and tied to an iron frame next to me. At this time, a Japanese man came in with a basin of boiling water. He smiled at me as he passed by me. Then he put the boiling water on the iron frame.  I poured boiling water on the trigger several times, then took out a huge iron brush from the basin and started scrubbing the trigger. Within two strokes, I saw that the trigger's pale skin began to become red, swollen and congested. At this time, the trigger was struggling.  Screaming, desperately venting their fear. Everyone has their own way of coping with torture and diverting pain. Some grit their teeth, others cry, each with their own style. Looking at this weird torture method, I have a feeling of d¨¦j¨¤ vu, but I am sure  I have never seen anyone play like this before. Just when I was wondering, the painter came to me with the roll of steel wire, looked at the Japanese man with a mocking face and said: "This guy actually made a bet with me that he would be able to use this method."  What a strange trick to get this guy to confess.  What's the use of wasting time and effort?  I learned it from China!  "I shivered, and suddenly remembered where I had seen this kind of punishment. I couldn't help shouting in my heart: "This is the punishment of grooming, which is similar to Ling Chi!  "When I read the "Old Tang Book - Huan Yanfan's Biography", it was recorded that Wu Sansi once sent Zhou Lizhen to arrest Huan Yanfan and drag him around on the bamboo until all his flesh was removed and his bones were exposed.  Then he killed him with a rod. The grooming mentioned here is not a woman's grooming, but an extremely cruel punishment. It refers to using an iron brush to comb the flesh off a person's body bit by bit until all the flesh is exposed.  , and finally died. It's like killing a pig and scalding it with boiling water and then removing the hair, until the skin and flesh are brushed away and the bones are exposed, and the person who was tortured died long ago before the end. This is an ancient Chinese punishment, and later due to  The torture time was too long. I heard that after Zhu Yuanzhang used it in the Ming Dynasty, it was no longer used in the Qing Dynasty. How did this little Japan learn this? The painter who looked at me with a look of fear on his face stood next to me and whispered in my ear:  "It doesn't matter!  They play theirs, we play ours.  "After saying that, she pulled out the head from the roll of steel wire and cut it off with my saber at an angle, then waved it in front of my eyes. I was shocked to find that the steel wire in her hand was actually a small hollow steel pipe: "Competition  It¡¯s fun, I¡¯m going to use my special skills!  I put my treasure on you, don¡¯t let me down!  "

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