When Ziliang completely woke up from the violent dizziness, he found that he had been tied to a small flat car and was pushed forward in a dark corridor... He couldn't even remember how he was carried onto the flat car...

"Well... these handcuffs are pretty awesome." He secretly praised.

In fact, Ziliang rarely praises anything other than sleeping pills, but it has to be said that the discharge design of this handcuff is really good. It seems that it can detect everyone's physical fitness and control the intensity of the electric shock to extreme pain, continuous dizziness, severe spasms, and loss of mobility, but it does not reach the level of incontinence. The designer of this thing is definitely a talent. In a few seconds, Ziliang has the urge to find this person and take it to his own small clinic to train.

But this idea was immediately interrupted by a harsh friction sound of the rusty door shaft.

As his sight moved forward, Ziliang found himself being pushed into a place that looked like a medical room.

"Professor Yang... has brought you." A guard's voice came. In these few short words, Ziliang actually heard a timid tremor.

"Oh, OK." Another voice came, sounding quite kind.

Immediately afterwards, the flatbed bed was shaken up and Ziliang also saw the whole picture of the room.

This is a medical room... At least he must have designed it according to a medical room. There are all kinds of medicine racks, medical record cabinets, and medical device tables, but what is inconsistent is that these commonly used things are piled in a corner, and in the center of the room is a high-end desktop instrument. At this moment, a middle-aged man in a white coat is fiddling with something about this instrument.

Then this person is undoubtedly Professor Yang as the prison guard. He looks like he is in his 50s and is a typical Asian man with a small face, and he has a pair of glasses. He seems to have a kind smile on his face.

"Then Professor Yang... No... I'll leave first." The prison guard couldn't wait to shake the bed as soon as he shook it, as if he didn't even want to stay here for a second.

"Okay... I'll come and pick people up tomorrow morning." Professor Yang said to the prison guard with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ziliang heard the busy footsteps behind him and the sound of the iron gate being closed.

At this point, there were only Professor Ziliang and Professor Yang left in this infirmary.

......

Professor Yang slowly walked to Ziliang's side and took off the mask from his mouth.

"New?" he asked with his eyes narrowed, his tone full of care from elders for his younger generations.

Ziliang did not answer immediately, but looked around with his eyes open, and finally stopped his eyes on Professor Yang's face...

Professor Yang was not angry under such direct gaze...

Or, it wasn't obvious that he was angry or not. Anyway, his face was filled with the kind expression squeezed out of muscles and skin, as if he had a plastic surgery to look like he had done that.

"Haha..." Professor Yang suddenly smiled: "Okay, I often see young people like you. You are all very famous people outside, so I'm a little uncomfortable when I first entered here, but it doesn't matter. I will let you adapt to this role change as soon as possible... We have...a full 12 hours."

While speaking earnestly, he pushed the instrument in the middle of the infirmary, then took out a bottle of potion and evenly applied it to Ziliang's temple.

"Do you know what is the difference between pain and other pain after the human body is powered on?" he asked again, but soon he asked and answered himself: "The biggest difference is that ordinary physical pain will be accompanied by serious organic damage. If it is too severe, the human brain will start a 'self-protection' program to relieve this pain and even faint directly. The electric shock is different. The pain it produces can accumulate and acts directly on the nerves. As long as the current does not interrupt, the person will not lose consciousness. Even if he is electrocuted and cannot think, he will continue to experience the pain in his brain..."

"Oh, it seems that the person the warden told me who is very knowledgeable about electrocution is you." Ziliang said lightly.

Professor Yang nodded with a smile and pasted two energized patches to the place where the potion had just been applied.

"Then did you design these handcuffs?" Ziliang seemed to be in a hurry.

Professor Yang was slightly stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Of course not, I am not an engineer... Why ask this?"

Ziliang's interest was extinguished and he seemed a little depressed: "Okay, nothing, then do you have cigarettes?"

Professor Yang's hand hanging in the air with the electric shock film was suspended, and he looked at the new prisoner with some confusion.

"Can you give me one?" Ziliang said, then glanced at the desk in the corner with his eyes.

Professor Yang looked over Ziliang's gaze and then saw a pack of cigarettes on the desk... Suddenly, his smile became even brighter, and the raised corners of his mouth almost pushed the whole face upwards...

"Hehehehe—" Professor Yang made a very uncomfortable voice: "Do you know, I especially like fearless children like you, because you are more attractive than those little sheep who only know how to cry."

"No, no, you may have misunderstood." Ziliang quickly corrected: "I'm not provoking you, I really want to have one."

What Ziliang said is true, and everyone should have discovered that he has no good habits, such as smoking, drinking, laziness, sloppy work and rest irregularly. Anyway, adding together what your mother doesn't let you do is basically his life state. For such a decadent person, it seems nothing wrong to want to smoke a cigarette before being tortured.

But Professor Yang obviously didn't think so. He still maintained that weird smile: "You want to smoke...hehehe...Okay, as long as you can survive for 5 minutes and not beg for mercy, I will give you one."

......

......

Five minutes later, Ziliang breathed out a cigarette beautifully.

"I am sorry, Professor Yang, your skills seem to be really inferior to those of the designers of this pair of bracelets." He muttered lightly.

"Ha--you are an interesting person." Professor Yang said with a smile: "But just 5 minutes passed, and we had a whole night..."

Ziliang had a helpless face. In fact, it is undeniable that Professor Yang's electrocution level is quite good. He is well-known for both the intensity of the current and the frequency change. He knows how to find the limit of the subject to endurance and give him the most appropriate pain. This is why he can make people frightened here.

But in Ziliang's eyes, he still lacks the fire, because as long as he is an individual, he will give him an electric shock instrument and let him stab him for a few years, and then a hundred or so people will be able to operate it in practice. He can basically reach Professor Yang's level. Therefore, this guy looks like a moderate pervert with some interest.

But that's good...

Because Ziliang had already seen that Professor Yang must have had an extremely dark and humiliating childhood or some tragic emotional experience. Anyway, this led to a heart with extremely poor tolerance under his sick body.

And this seems to be just right to use.

"Then Professor Yang...what should we make another bet?"
Chapter completed!