Chapter 452 [Death Is a Luxury]

Beersinger smiled at the three men every time he said a word, and turned left and right in front of the three captives. But the eyes of the people around him changed when they saw Belsinger. How could this be a human being? This is simply a devil in human skin. Is there such a harm to people? You are too mean.

That's not all. What surprised everyone even more was that Beersinger looked at the three captives with pale faces and said with a smile. "Don't be afraid. This is not the worst. When you feel itchy all over, I will let your hands and feet go. I will lock you in an iron cage. When you scratch yourself to relieve the discomfort, I will consider you convinced when you scratch yourself into noodles."

"I won't make things difficult for you at that time. I will open the cage and let you go. As long as you can hold on for seven days, you will be a hero."

At this time, everyone felt a numbness in their backs and from the tailbone, there was a breath that suddenly hit the back of their heads. Even a person can't hold on for seven days. The itching and pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow is not transferred by human will. After saying this, Belsinger walked around again, looking at the three captives who were frightened and pale, and slowly sat back on his chair. He looked at the dumbfounded human mule Brooke standing beside him and asked softly.

"Brooke, didn't you listen to me, the master? Hurry up and prepare the things I asked you to prepare."

"Follow my method later and serve the masters well. You must serve them comfortably, otherwise I will deduct your wages."

The human mule Brooke reacted at this time, looking at the three captives hanging on the wall with pity, pursed his lips twice, and wanted to say something but didn't say it. He could only sigh sympathetically, turned around and walked out. There were several members of the bodyguard team behind Brooke. Everyone wanted to go out for some fresh air, otherwise they felt that their bones were cold.

At this time, the old butler Jamal next to him trembled and opened Belsinger's cigarette box, and then took out a cigar. After several attempts, the lighter didn't light up. Belsinger took the lighter with a smile, lit a cigarette for the old butler himself, and said with a smile.

"Butler, do you think my method is okay? It's full of artistic sense. If they can withstand such punishment, I really admire these people. I'm afraid they can't stand it and can't make me happy."

The old butler smoked and looked at Belsinger, feeling that he didn't know this young master who had been raised by him since he was a child. When did my master become like this? A smiling devil, if this makes you happy, he can't stand it even if he is an iron man. What is a life worse than death? This is a life worse than death.

Death is not terrible. A bullet exploded, that's called happiness. Now you can't die even if you want to die, that's uncomfortable. But you have to admit that although Belsinger is a bit evil, this method is definitely scary enough. As for whether this method can torture people for seven days and seven nights. I don't know, after all, blood flows through the brain, the nerves and blood vessels in the brain are very thin, and the pig hair is very sharp.

Whether it can block the blood vessels and cause cerebral thrombosis or cerebral hemorrhage is uncertain. Will the person still be alive at that time? As time went by, the three captives looked at each other and secretly swallowed their saliva. They still had a glimmer of hope in their hearts. What hope? They thought that Belsinger was just scaring them. But unexpectedly, 20 minutes later, everything Belsinger wanted appeared in the tray held by the human mule Brooke.

Bell, this devil in character, took the first-class pig hair and a pair of sharp scissors, cutting it little by little, and said to the person next to him while cutting the hair with a smile. "The pig hair must be mixed very finely, otherwise how can it be injected into the human blood vessels from the syringe? How can it be effective?"

At this time, the three captives saw that Belsinger was not just talking, but really dared to do it. Belsinger held the scissors and chewed the pig hair. Every sound was like a death knell for the three captives, making them highly nervous and about to collapse. This method of forcing confessions, let alone the three prisoners, even the German SS would not have thought of it.

How could it be done this way? After a while, Belsinger used scissors to squeeze out a small spoonful of pig hair, which was as dense as dust. Then he put these dust-like pig hairs in a bottle of distilled water and shook it. Wow, it was so black that there was no trace of animal hair. It was like dust, and it dyed the water black.

At this time, Belsinger took out a syringe, drew a tube of distilled water, handed it to the human Rosebrook, and then looked back at the three prisoners and said with a smile. "Let's play a game. I'll count 123. When the number three is just called out, you shout your name. Whoever is the last one will enjoy this massage that is so comfortable that it goes deep into your bones."

"The other two people and I will watch on the spot. Let's see what kind of reaction this person has and how long he can last, okay?"

After Belsinger said this, there was silence all around, and then everyone could hear the sound of swallowing saliva. Brooke, the human mule, held the syringe in his hand. He felt that he was holding a sharp knife for killing people, and it was a blunt knife. Looking at the eyes of the three captives, it was like seeing a poor little lamb. You said you should offend our master instead of someone else. What is worse than death? I will tell you now.

Although Brooke, the human mule, felt very nervous, he took two deep breaths and his eyes began to change. These captives wanted to threaten the life and safety of his master. In the eyes of Brooke, the human mule, they deserved to die. As for how to die, they would die. To pity the enemy would harm his own people and his master, and would bury hidden dangers for his own safety.

What did Brooke care about the life and death of these people? What Brooke wanted was the prosperity of the Singer family, so his eyes changed. He looked at them not like he was looking at people, but like he was looking at a dead body. He came to the three people with a syringe, like a wolf seeing a lamb, and then sat back in his chair with disgust, patted the ashes on his hands, looked at everyone with a smile, and shouted.

"One"

"Two"

Before the word three was shouted out, the three captives all shouted their names, and he had never heard of these people's surnames. After all, India is too big, and every village has its own unique customs. Surnames have been passed down from ancient times to the present, and it is hard to say how many changes have occurred. Take the highest Brahman caste as an example. There are thousands of sub-castes of that gender.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

They are all separated from Brahman, not as easy to recognize as the Chinese Hundred Family Surnames. What surname is what is too weird. It is very easy to understand that Belsinger has never heard of it. Not to mention Belsinger, even the old housekeeper has never heard of this Indian surname of Ajwa when he lived to this age.

The three people look different, the age difference is not big, the height is different, the weight is different, and even the skin color is different. They all have the surname Ajwa, which is obviously a fake surname. The three of them are definitely not brothers. Maybe this surname Ajwa is a code name for these people. They were orphans since childhood and were adopted by a hostile family. It is easy to distinguish what a team is called? What is the name of a team? The name of this team is the surname of these boys.