Police officer Chen Shu

After coming out of the water room, Xiao Zhao stood in the yard, holding his knees and taking deep breaths.

Zhang Yang, adjusting the equipment, said, "In our management office, there's a restroom, which is usually for management use. But if any dealer misbehaves or fails to complete their task, they'll be handcuffed and forced into the bathtub."

Xiao Zhao straightened up slightly and looked at Zhang Yang, who had no expression.

"Turn on the tap and fill the bathtub with water, then throw a ladle to the dealer and make her scoop the water out herself. By the end of the night, she's completely numb. In the end, she's crying and begging for mercy, but her hands can't stop."

After a pause, Zhang Yang hid the equipment again and straightened his clothes: "Since there's no one in the room, if we stop, we'll drown. Let's go to the next room."

"Dafang" means, as the name suggests, a room specifically for beating people up.

Xiao Zhao stood outside for a while, and seeing that it was dark and there was no one inside, he finally mustered up the courage to push open the iron gate.

The house was ordinary, filled with common household items, unlike the torture devices Xiao Zhao had imagined from spy movies.

"Sis, this room should be their rest room, right?" Xiao Zhao plopped down in a chair, rested her right hand on the table, and breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought we were going to encounter something terrifying."

Zhang Yang approached, picked up a white towel from the side with his left hand and covered Xiao Zhao's hands, picked up a hammer from the table with his right hand, raised the hammer high, and smashed it down on the other person's five fingers.

boom!
A hole immediately appeared on the table.

Xiao Zhao, who had just withdrawn his right hand, stared wide-eyed at Zhang Yang, still shaken, and said, "Sis, why did you hit me?"

Zhang Yang pointed to the numerous pits and dents on the table and calmly said, "Now you know where these pits came from, right?"

Xiao Zhao repeatedly stroked his right hand, which was almost injured by the blow, with his left hand: "They say the ten fingers are connected to the heart, how much pain must this have caused?"

Zhang Yang squatted down, picked up a towel from the ground, and held it in his hand: "Putting it on this table is alright, after all, it's plastic and has some cushioning. I'm afraid someone might be lying on the ground and just put their fingers on the ground and slam them down."

hiss.

Ouch.

It has a visual effect.

Xiao Zhao shifted his position back, making room for his plastic chair, and bent down to look under the table. Sure enough, there were several white towels lying there.

In several places, there were still dark brown bloodstains.

"Sis, blood, how come there's blood on it?" As she spoke, Xiao Zhao suddenly realized what was going on and offered a plausible explanation, "Did you smash your fingers?"

Thinking of this, Xiao Zhao couldn't help but move his chair back again.

Ding, dong.

The chair leg bumped into a stainless steel plate on the floor, making a crisp sound.

Xiao Zhao turned his head and saw a large plate covered with fine shards of glass, with bright traces of blood still visible.

Zhang Yang pointed at the large stainless steel pan and said coldly, "Pour glass shards into the pan, make people kneel on it, and if the thugs are particularly ruthless, they'll stomp on their calves. If that's not enough, they'll grind their calves down hard, stomping and grinding them repeatedly."

Xiao Zhao swallowed hard, scratched his itchy knee, and suddenly felt thirsty. He picked up a disposable water cup from the table and brought it to his lips.

"Do you know what this water is for?" With a snap, Xiao Zhao, who already had some experience, immediately stopped what he was doing, his right arm stiffening as he stared intently at the disposable transparent plastic cup in his hand. Seeing that the water inside was clear and free of impurities, he then sniffed it before stammering slightly:

"Sis, isn't this just water? What use could it be? It can't be urine, can it? Besides, where can you find urine that's so white and odorless?"

After seeing the water dungeon where people ate, drank, and relieved themselves in the puddles, Xiao Zhao suddenly felt a sense of resistance towards this so-called "source of life" for the first time in his life.

Zhang Yang picked up a white towel and walked towards Xiao Zhao.

Xiao Zhao jumped up and waved his hands repeatedly: "Sister, we don't do that. Just say what you want, I completely understand."

Zhang Yang spread the white towel out on the table, then took the water glass from Xiao Zhao's hand and slowly poured water onto the towel, explaining as he poured: "Putting the towel over the face of a tightly controlled piglet and then pouring water on it is called 'water torture'."

Water torture is like a one-way valve. Water flows continuously into the piglet's nose and mouth through a towel, while the towel prevents the piglet from spitting out the water. Even if the piglet holds its breath, it still feels like the air is being sucked away, just like a vacuum cleaner.

In particular, the nose will continuously get water in, giving people a terrible feeling of suffocation and drowning. This feeling can completely destroy a person's psychological defenses within seconds, causing them to break down.

"If you're interested, you can try this while taking a shower. Wet a towel, look up at the ceiling, and slowly cover your face with the towel. I've tried it, and the moment I breathe, I inhale water along with the air, which is extremely uncomfortable. I can't hold on for more than a second and I choke. My advice is, don't try it standing up."

Xiao Zhao, standing behind, was stunned. He immediately realized that this was a demonstration for the fans in the live stream.

He simply plopped down on the floor and watched Zhang Yang introduce each tool in the room.

Perhaps these agonizing scenes were too painful, because Xiao Zhao didn't find any surveillance cameras in either of the two rooms, including the water room.

After Zhang Yang circled around, he returned to Xiao Zhao's side.

Xiao Zhao looked at the other person with a puzzled expression: "Sis, wait a minute, how do you know so much about these torturous things?"

Zhang Yang pressed the microphone on the device, smiled, and said, "I've been to the telecom fraud park before, but Brother Xia didn't protect me that time."

Zhang Yang's calm and composed explanation was nothing short of a thunderbolt to Xiao Zhao's ears.

What kind of faith could drive a woman who had already suffered torment in a telecom fraud park to risk her life to sneak back into this hellish place?

When Xiao Zhao first entered the telecom fraud park, even with Li Xia, the smuggling boss, as his guarantor, he still heard screams behind iron bars, the slurping sounds of pigs chewing meat in the pigsty, and the bone-chilling cold of the water dungeon and the torture chamber.

He was almost crushed by fear.

Zhang Yang, on the other hand, chose to go deeper a second time. It was a choice to knowingly plunge into the darkness despite knowing that the abyss would swallow him up. It was to act coquettishly among a group of swindlers and to smile and slip money under the guns of soldiers.

And she was still a woman.

Even Xiao Zhao, who is only 18cm tall, is ashamed of himself in these aspects.

"Why do they always find new ways to torment people? If it really doesn't work, why not just beat them up with a stick?" Xiao Zhao looked around at all the props in the room again, his mood completely different from when he first came in.

Zhang Yang picked up a stun gun from the chair, pressed the switch, and the stun gun made a buzzing sound, clearly indicating it was on the high-power setting.

"Playing so much is quite tiring." (End of Chapter)