Lord from hell!

When Xing Jiabao excitedly told Du Jiu the news of his escape, he only got a cold stare.

"Master Jiu, don't you want to leave here? What's so good about this place? Would you rather be locked up forever?"

Du Jiu replied expressionlessly: "I don't want to."

Of course, Xing Jiabao couldn't understand Du Jiu's thoughts, because the times were different, and their outlook on life and values ​​were very different.

Du Jiu thinks that life in prison is pretty good, you don't have to worry about food or clothing, as long as you have the ability to protect yourself, you can live your life safely and soundly.He has no lofty ambitions, nor is he concerned about fame and wealth, because after 37 years, four-fifths of the earth's land will be submerged by sea water, the climate will be extreme, plagues will rage, and the population will drop from the current 60 billion to less than [-] million.

For a person who has experienced dark times, it is not shameful to think that he only wants to be safe in this world.

Xing Jiabao tried to convince him that he had already prepared a lot of reasons, but in the end it was completely useless.

The prison guard knocked on the iron door of the cell and shouted loudly: "[-], see you."

The word "meet" is extremely common in ordinary prisons, but in this isolated island prison, it can be said to be very rare.Because this prison is unknown to the outside world, all prisoners have issued a "death certificate" before being sent in, so it is rare for someone to travel across the ocean to visit a "dead person".

Du Jiu put on handcuffs and followed behind the prison guard through the dark corridor that he hated.

On the way, he met Xing Yaozu. The other party was still wearing a black uniform with a taste of abstinence. Their eyes met, but their bodies passed by calmly.Xing Yaozu knocked on the door and walked into the warden's office, while Du Jiu was ushered into a room around the corner.

Because there is no special meeting room on the island, the room is empty, with only two chairs of very different grades, a leather chair and a wooden chair.

The person who wanted to see Du Jiu sat upright on the leather chair and waited. Du Jiu took a look and recognized that it was the special throne for the warden, and it should have been carried here from the office.

"Hi, my name is Qiu Liang, nice to meet you." The man held out his hand with a smile.

Strips of white light came in through the blinds and hit the man's gentle face. The ceiling fan turned slowly. The paddles only disturbed the heat, but could not achieve the cooling effect.The prison guard who led the way stood beside the man, his face glistening with heat, and Du Jiu was sweating all over his body, except Qiu Liang, who was wearing a white shirt and a black casual suit jacket, looking refreshing , as if sitting in a cool air-conditioned room.

Du Jiu didn't shake his hand, but looked at Qiu Liang presumptuously. His first impression was that he was polite and gentle.But Du Jiu didn't like him at all, because the eyes behind the glasses of this man were dead, even when he smiled, there was no wave in his eyes.

"I'm sorry to disturb you. I came to you today to talk about it. How can I return the things to me?"

It was about that damned "thing" again, Du Jiu couldn't get enough of it. If he knew where the thing was, he would have said it long ago, so why bother to make trouble for himself.But now Du Jiu is more concerned about this man's identity and background, because the other party has clearly stated that the "thing" belongs to him.

"Give it back to you, how can I benefit?" Du Jiu tested him.

Qiu Liang was blunt: "You must die, except for this, I can promise you everything else."

"You mean that after handing over the things, I will only die?"

"Although I'm sorry, there's nothing you can do about it. You know too many things you shouldn't know."

Du Jiu gritted his teeth: "If that's the case, why should I ask for my own death?"

Qiu Liang smiled, with the corners of his eyes raised slightly, he looked a bit like a good man in the secular world written by a literati, but his behavior was quite different.

Du Jiu was kicked down to the floor with a wooden chair, and immediately after, Qiu Liang's foot stepped on his cheek.

"Please reconsider, if you continue to be stubborn, I will be in trouble, please." Qiu Liang said.

The strength on his feet was completely contrary to his polite tone. Du Jiu chose to remain silent. This man was too restrained, and he couldn't even feel his aura.Du Jiu has always kept a respectful distance from such mysterious characters.

The man put his foot back and sighed regretfully: "I saw your performance in the duel on the surveillance video, and I was very interested in it, so I came here to meet you. By the way, I even brought you a A gift, I hope you like it."

Du Jiu's body was held down by two prison guards. He struggled desperately, and Qiu Liang kicked his splinted arm. Immediately afterwards, he felt something prick the back of his neck.Soon, Du Jiu's body became limp, lying on the ground with empty eyes, Qiu Liang pulled out the syringe from the aorta in his neck.

What Qiu Liang injected into him was contraband, a drug that can affect the central nervous system.

He instructed two prison guards to carry Du Jiu back to the chair, and then said, "I'm sorry, please go out first."

The prison guard retreated respectfully, the door of the meeting room was gently closed, and Qiu Liang sat opposite Du Jiu, taking off his rimless glasses.

At the same time, there was a loud noise from the office not far from the room.

The warden just talked about the team he supported, and he danced and danced endlessly. As a result, his bloated body collapsed the wooden chair.He fell into a pile of broken wood in a state of embarrassment, because Xing Yaozu had no intention of helping him at all, so he could only clumsily grab the desk and get up.

The warden made a fool of himself, although it was a bit embarrassing, but he didn't mind too much.Because there are no women in the prison except that shrew Ai Li, just looking at Xing Yaozu's beautiful face is a great enjoyment in itself, so he doesn't care about the other party's cold attitude.

"Ha, what did you just say? Oh, it was the last European Cup, Spain wanted to defend the title..."

"Prisoner." Xing Yaozu interrupted him, straightened the brim of his hat with two fingers, and there was a hint of playfulness in Danfeng's eyes that he didn't usually see: "Since you are so passionate about sports, why don't you organize a game? It's up to you to decide." Rules, isn't it much more interesting for you to be the referee than watching TV?"

The warden's eyes lit up immediately: "Good idea, why didn't I think of it before."

"As long as the rewards you give are generous enough, I believe that some prisoners will actively participate. The scene will be very lively and the competition will be fierce. You just need to sit on the stage and watch them fight."

The warden was moved by what he said. Although it was unprecedented to start a competition, it was not impossible.

"You still know my heart best, what kind of reward should you give? There are also competition items and rules, you have to help me with ideas."

"No problem, honorable warden." Xing Yaozu put his hands on his chest and bowed slightly.

The warden's etiquette of showing his allegiance to him is very useful, but if he knew what he was planning, he would have jumped in surprise.

Although Xing Yaozu is not a prisoner whose freedom is restricted, if he hangs around outside all day, he will definitely arouse suspicion, so he plans to use the competition to survey the environment and terrain of the island, and prepare for the first step of the future escape plan.

Back in the meeting room, it was a very strange scene.

Qiu Liang held Du Jiu's face with one hand, and stroked his facial features with the other hand, staring at him deeply, his fingertips slid from his full forehead to his eyebrows, and then slowly along the bridge of his nose to his lips, gently Rubbing her lips gently, then her chin, Adam's apple, collarbone...

Du Jiu didn't completely lose consciousness, he just felt limp all over, as if he had fallen into a cloud and mist, and didn't know where he was.He couldn't pull up any strength, and stared blankly at those deep eyes. His body was so light, so light that he almost floated.

As if his soul had been taken away, he sat on the chair blankly, his brain went on strike and he couldn't think.

It was as if a feather had landed on his face, delicate and soft, the feeling of the skin being caressed, so comfortable that he wanted to squint his eyes, unconsciously, completely relaxed his tense nerves.

"Come on, tell me your name."

The deep voice sounded, as if it came from the ear, and it seemed to come from the mind, and it seemed to come from the boundless distance.

"..." Du Jiu almost opened his mouth to answer, but he moved his mouth, but forced his voice back into his stomach.

His subconscious mind and hypnotism conflicted with each other, resulting in hallucinations. Those eyes that had been staring at him shot out a stern red light, penetrating his entire brain.Du Jiu screamed, his body trembling like a sieve, he wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't do it, it hurt so much that his head seemed to be split open and he couldn't do it.

Qiu Liang watched Du Jiu trembling and panting in front of him, with no superfluous expression on his face. No one has ever been able to resist the delirious drugs plus hypnosis. It is only a matter of time before he loses himself and then obeys the instructions. That's all.

And what he likes to appreciate most is this process, from resistance to surrender, from iron-clad to obedience, and finally, worshiping him as a god, prostrating on the ground like a fanatical believer, kissing his feet and begging for mercy.

5 minutes later.

"No, don't! Stop it!" Du Jiu grabbed the armrest of the wooden chair, his knuckles turned white, the red light just now turned into an electric drill, stirring deeply and shallowly in his head, the pain was excruciating, it was so painful He wants to die!

After another two or three minutes, Qiu Liang put his hands on his sweaty forehead: "Okay, relax, and give yourself completely to me."

Du Jiu was still resisting tenaciously, his nails were broken, his facial expression became more and more ferocious, as if two of him were fighting fiercely in his mind.One was longing for relief, while the other was struggling to maintain himself. Du Jiu opened his mouth wide open and panted desperately, with blue veins appearing on his neck.

"Hey, give up, don't suppress yourself anymore, don't do unnecessary persistence..."

Give up, Du Jiu also said to himself.

Why did he have to suffer this pain?What is he insisting on?Is there anything he can't give up?

But there is another voice in my heart reminding you that you can give up everything except yourself.

Because you have no relatives, no beliefs, no hopes, no future...

Because you have nothing but yourself!

Qiu Liang leaned back on the leather chair, resting his chin with one hand, admiring Du Jiu's ugliness, and smiled meaningfully.This man gave him quite a surprise. No one has ever been able to pass 15 minutes, but Du Jiu persisted for almost half an hour.

You know, the longer you resist, the deeper the pain. Comparing every minute up and down, the difference is heaven and hell.

What kind of belief is supporting him?

Qiu Liang felt very curious, and what made him even more curious was, what would it look like if this person finally knelt at his feet and turned into a docile and well-behaved puppet?Putting on all kinds of obscene poses under my own orders, begging myself to play with him basely, and letting him enjoy my performance after the hypnosis is over, what kind of expression will it be?

It was really interesting, and Qiu Liang felt the long-lost excitement because of this idea.