Anti-hero of a certain comic

Old White's aristocratic education can still be effective occasionally. For example, Leo did not treat Nessa so roughly, dragging her directly to the ground to slide.

He lifted the ninja master's daughter up from the ground in a gentlemanly manner and took her to the wine cellar with his support.

There are two wine cellars underground in White Manor, one is used to store wine and the other is used for brewing.

The former is Leo's father's favorite place, and the latter is the interest of the old butler Pierpont.

Nissa grew up in the League of Assassins. As the daughter of a ninja master, her status was no less than that of a princess from a small country. Naturally, she also enjoyed a luxurious life like a rich man.

"With its rural pastoral design style, artificial lighting, and top-notch constant humidity and temperature air-conditioning equipment, wouldn't it be a bit wasteful to use such a place as an interrogation room?"

Nissa barely maintained her apparent composure, not wanting to show timidity in front of Leo.

She knew how to respond to interrogations. Whether it was brutal torture or verbal psychological warfare, staying calm was the most important thing.

The less information the interrogator is given, the harder it is to find the other party's true weaknesses.

"My butler usually takes care of this place. He will definitely nag me if it gets dirty. The interrogation room is the next place."

Leo explained with a smile.

The underground space of White Manor was like a huge maze. They passed through the oak wine racks displaying red wine and came to the storage counter standing next to the wall.

Leo casually changed the order of the wine glasses placed on the counter. A dull rumble sounded, as if a mechanism was activated, and the counter immediately turned around.

Behind is a well-ventilated, light-filled secret space.

"You should be able to understand that rich people always like to have secret rooms and the like."

Nissa's heart skipped a beat. After she was pushed into the secret room, she saw Alpha for the first time.

The leader of the Kagemusha was sitting on a chair, his originally resolute face twitching constantly, his eyes blurred, and he was completely unaware of the changes in the outside world.

Nisha called him several times but got no response. She just sat on the chair in a daze and kept mumbling something.

"He won't be fine for a while."

Leo pressed the daughter of the ninja master onto the chair. There were many cold utensils displayed on the table.

Among them are blood-stained forceps, a scalpel that exudes a cold light, brand-new medical rubber gloves and masks, and various disinfection supplies.

If you didn't take into account that the secret room was paved with distinctive Persian carpets, a retro gramophone playing records, and classic movie posters posted on the walls, Nisha would really think that this was a private operating room.

"I did not use any harsh punishment on Mr. Alpha. I just conducted a medical experiment with the remaining six Kagemusha."

Leo said politely, while skillfully putting on rubber gloves and a mask, wiping the bloody forceps and scalpel clean, and disinfecting them again.

"I got a lot of useful information from Mr. Alpha and other Kagemusha, but according to the key points of the interrogation, I should ask you again and compare them with each other to confirm whether any of you are lying."

Sitting on the chair, Nisha gritted her teeth and tried her best to look brave.

Although he had not received any threats or intimidation, Leo's gentle look seemed to be even more frightening.

"Let us go through the process first. Don't worry, it's not as scary as you think."

Leo was like a kind doctor with a soft and calm voice, as if he was trying to dispel the patient's inner fear in this way.

"I believe Sandra has told you that I met an old man in Africa who was once a Stasi. His name was Friedrich. He was very good at torture and extorting confessions. To be more precise, in the hands of that guy, how could Torture is simply an art."

Seeing Nisha who couldn't help but trembling slightly, Leo kindly poured her a glass of red wine.

"Drink something to calm down your mood."

The daughter of the ninja master obediently followed the instructions, but she no longer followed the usual etiquette when drinking.

"Well, let's continue. Friedrich often said that punishment is an ancient art. It is not humane and has no mercy. Everything is based on causing greater pain to the victim."

At this moment, Leo switched from his role as a doctor to that of a university student.

Professor.

He seemed to regard Nisha as his student and lectured non-stop: "The inheritance of punishment runs through history. For example, in ancient India and Southeast Asia, elephant punishment was very popular, that is, driving elephants to kill criminals' heads. The executors who trample and explode are trained by animal trainers and can skillfully trample them one by one from the limbs to the head."

"Many of the ruling class at that time also took pleasure in this, just like watching the gladiators fighting in the ancient Roman arena. They never tired of it."

Nissa felt like she was falling into a dark abyss, her body gradually losing temperature, and her hands and feet becoming colder and colder.

She didn't even have the courage to fight back, and all she could hear was Leo's clear and powerful explanation.

"Sorry, please bear with me for a while."

Halfway through, Leo seemed to remember something and stuffed a tablecloth into Nissa's mouth.

"When I talked about this before, Mr. Alpha wanted to bite off his tongue. This was actually a very stupid way, because normally, biting off your tongue will not kill you, it will only increase your pain."

After taking precautions, Leo continued the topic just now and said softly: "In addition to the elephant torture, there is also the bull torture in ancient Greece, where people are locked in a cast copper bull and then roasted with fire. In the Middle Ages, like Rat torture and impalement became popular.”

"Friedrich also talked about a method of torture that originated in Mesopotamia, skinning, but this requires the executioner's own superb skills, and the process is extremely bloody, so we will skip it for now."

"You can't scare me"

Nisha seemed to be drained of all her strength, leaning back on the chair.

Fear is like a flame spreading along the gasoline, turning into a raging fire, burning away all the loyalty, courage, and faith.

"Mr. Alpha also showed the same determination as you, until I demonstrated my torture art on the six surviving Kagemusha. But"

Leo paused for a moment, his soft gaze rested on Nisha, and then said: "Now there is no demonstration partner, so I can only let you experience it yourself. I will never use such rough words to a beautiful lady. Bloody and inhumane way."

"Did you know that in the ancient East, there was a kind of punishment called drip torture, which was to make the victim sit on a chair, with his head fixed and unable to move, with a bucket hanging above his head, and a small hole cut out at the bottom to let the water drip slowly On his head.”

Nisha felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. She suddenly felt a suffocating pressure, like a big stone pressing on her chest, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

When Leo sensed this change, the curve of his mouth rose slightly, and he said in a softer tone: "This punishment is painless at first, and it takes a lot of time. It will take about a year and a half to be fully implemented, but A lot of people break down after three to five months.”

"Because as time goes by, in the dripping water day after day, the victim's hair will gradually fall off, the scalp will gradually rot, and then swell and crack until your skull is exposed."

"say no more"

The scream stuck in his throat finally broke out.

The fear exploded like a bomb, and the only way to vent it was to shout at the top of one's lungs.

About 2 minutes later, Leo injected a sedative into Nisha, who was on the verge of collapse, and made her fall asleep.

"I haven't even done it yet."

With a low murmur, Leo gave the confused Alpha another shot, and then threw the two top leaders of the Assassin's Alliance here.

He walked out of the back room, left the cellar, and returned to the living room above.

He found that both Tonghu and Ms. Siwa were looking at him. The former had a complicated look on his face, as if he was hesitant to speak.

The latter looked triumphant, like an actor who had finished his performance and was waiting for the applause to come.

"Mr. Turner, if you have any doubts, just ask."

Leo raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile.

"Sir, is everything you said below true?"

Tonghu asked with some difficulty.

He and Ms. Siwa heard the conversation in the wine cellar through their headsets.

"Are you referring to whether I have really used those inhumane punishments on the Assassin's League?"

The smile on Leo's lips gradually widened and he replied: "Of course not. After all, I'm not a devil."