Lord of the Desert

Chapter 159
The entire Hong family knew that the second young master had something in dealing with people.

Hong Wu is naturally the same.

According to his superficial observation, Hong Fan did nothing more than give more property to those whose status was inferior to his own.

【Obviously I can be regarded as a corporal of courtesy...】

Second Master Hong was puzzled.

On the other side, Tian Liu is reporting.

"Xiao Twelve is a bit difficult to deal with."

"He eats the tea and rice delivered every day, and he doesn't seem to have any will to die."

"But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pry his mouth open."

"Sometimes the more severe the pain, the more the inmate laughs."

"The key prisoner has lost his martial arts now, and his injuries are not serious, but there is no danger of his life for the time being."

"Severe punishments such as whipping, rods, irons, and flails, I dare not use lightly."

Tian Catcher said and squeezed his fist.

"Could the prisoner have used some special method to relieve the pain?"

Gongsun Shi asked.

"It's similar to the burning pain of Yanliu Gong?"

"I don't think so."

Tian Liu replied.

"When I was tortured with a stick or needle, his body would sweat, and his muscles would convulse when the pain was severe."

"I didn't expect this traitor to be a tough guy?"

Hong Wu patted the armrest of the chair.

For a while, everyone was a little distressed.

Except for Zheng Zhun and Ren Yuanlong, the others here all have martial arts, so it's not that they don't have more ruthless methods.

The point is that they were all afraid of attacking too hard and killing Xiao Twelve.

The merit of being captured alive is much greater than handing over a corpse.

"Tian Butou is reliable in his work, and this officer is trustworthy."

Zheng Zhun said.

"If it really doesn't work, then that's fine. It's still a matter of life."

Prying open Xiao Twelve's mouth was just icing on the cake for him.

However, Hong Fan didn't think so.

If he wanted to find a culprit for Fantian Club's defeat in Jin Hai, he would not be a second person.

Now that he has become an enemy with Nanhua Xiao, he cannot easily give up every opportunity to obtain information.

When someone commits crimes in Xijing or even Shenjing, even if some news is really squeezed out, how likely is it that they will be given to a small border city at the same time?
In Hong Fan's mind, completing the interrogation in Jinhai first, and then personally executing Xiao Twelve is the plan to maximize the benefits.

After all, he doesn't care about any credit, but he cares about the remaining half of the dragon soul fruit.

"Tian Tuotou go and get busy."

Zheng Zhun ordered and waved his hand.

At this moment, Hong Fan interjected.

"Hold on, my lord, there may be a turning point in this matter."

Everyone looked at him.

"In terms of torture, Tian Butou is an expert."

Hong Fan looked at Tian Liu.

"But I have some immature ideas, maybe I can give it a try."

"Sir, just say it."

Tian Liu immediately stopped and replied.

At this time, Hong Wu, Liao Zhenghao, and Ren Yuanlong were somewhat disapproving.

It's not that they take it lightly.

In today's Jinhai City, some people may look down on Zheng Zhun, but no one dares to look down on Hong Fan.

But a young man who has not reached the crown, even if he is talented, how can he know the "devious way" of torture?
It's just that his weight is there, even if he opens his eyes and tells nonsense, everyone has to listen to it.

Hong Fan carefully considered his words and spoke.

"For torture, physical torture is naturally an inseparable method."

"However, means are just means. Our goal is to crush the minds of criminals."

"That's how you get what you want."

His thinking became smoother and his speech became smoother.

"In addition to corporal punishment, there are many directions for torture methods that can be explored."

"I'll talk about a few ideas."

"The first is 'quarantine.'"

"Even the prisoners in the big prison, although they don't have freedom, still retain some basic social skills."

"Such as with cell bosses, jailers, other criminals, etc."

"If we can completely deprive the prisoner of social interaction with the rest of the living creatures, over time, the anxiety of the inmate and the desire for human interaction may motivate him to speak up."

Hong Fan paused.

Tian Liu was listening intently to his words.

"The next step in isolation is sensory deprivation."

Hong Fan continued.

"As mentioned above, social interaction is a basic human need, and social interaction is a complex interaction between people and the outside world."

"If we cut off even the most basic human interaction, the effect will be even higher."

"Just imagine, put a person in a box and put it deep in the cellar, so that he can't feel any stimulation other than breathing, sound and light from the outside world."

"A longer period of time will make people feel like the days are like years."

Tian Liu was thoughtful.

"Of course, for Xiao Twelve, the isolation time may not be enough, and the sensory deprivation may not be immediately conditional."

More knowledge from the previous life came to Hong Fan's mind.

"But there are other ways."

"Let me talk about the second idea - 'overload'."

"Traditional torture seeks to increase the peak of pain, while the so-called overload seeks to accumulate pressure."

"Actually, there are many ways."

"The simplest is 'sleep deprivation.'"

"Let several groups of people take turns to accompany the prisoner, and force him to wake up whenever he is sleepy. After twenty or thirty hours, it is easy to make people collapse."

"A 'stress position' can also be employed."

"Using cloth, rope, or shackles to restrain prisoners in an extremely uncomfortable position, or to lock prisoners into a small cage to the limit, long-term maintenance can easily destroy a person's psychological defense."

"Also, 'sensory bombing' is a good idea."

"Making constant noise in the prisoner's ears, or shining a bright light into his eyes—well, that seems to be more difficult to achieve."

He was talking, but suddenly realized that the principle of this overload is actually somewhat similar to the water knife.

The latter also abandons the cutting hardness that is traditionally valued, and pursues cutting energy.

[Sure enough, the truth is the same. 】

When Hong Fan thought of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this smile, Ren Yuanlong couldn't help but shudder.

On the other side, Tian Liu's eyes were already shining; Hong Wu, who was leaning on the back of the chair, also sat up straight unconsciously.

"There is another way. I think it is especially worth trying against Xiao Twelve."

Hong Fan added.

"The line of thinking is 'mental humiliation,' the simplest representation of which is 'forced nudity.'"

"As the name suggests, I won't explain it much."

"Xiao Twelve is a man of noble birth and extremely proud in his heart. This move may have a miraculous effect on him."

After the words were finished, there was no longer even the sound of breathing in the room.

Thanks to the blessings of the beautiful country and the Guantanamo military base, these concepts of torture were not uncommon in previous lives.

As for sexual humiliation and religious humiliation, which are too contrary to human relations, Hong Fan hasn't said anything yet.

"How do you adults feel?"

he finally asked.

No one answered.

After being swept by his eyes, Zheng Zhun, Ren Yuanlong and others unconsciously moved their buttocks, feeling their lips were extremely dry, and hurriedly drank a cup of tea with trembling hands.

Hong Wu shook his head and smacked his mouth, obviously still stuck in the aftertaste.

Tian Liu, on the other hand, looked overwhelmed with information, and looked at Hong Fan with eyes of admiration for the reincarnated patriarch.

"What the young master thinks and says is as high as the moon in the sky, as wide as the unbridled ocean..."

Tian Butou repeatedly praised.

"Tian suddenly realized, alas, how amazing it is!"

Many things that Hong Fan just said completely exceeded his understanding and imagination of torture.

But he thought about it a little bit based on his own experience, and found that it was very reasonable and very feasible.

At this moment, the number one torturer in Jinhai City only felt that his career was about to climb to a new peak, and he wished he could go back to the prison and try it out.

"Oh, I just now know that there are really people who are born with knowledge in the world."

Gongsun Shi sighed, looking at Hong Fan with a slightly complicated look.

"Yeah, it's really old."

Hong Wu also recalled it at this time and said.

"Uncle, this city should be handed over to you."

"My praise, my praise..."

Hong Fan smiled back.

"It's all just thinking about it when I have nothing to do."

"As expected of Long Chi Xingjun, he is really different!"

Zheng Zhun let out a haha, and calmly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

He doesn't know which family's good family thinks about these things when they are free...

(End of this chapter)