Heroic Death System

In contrast to hiding outside, the prison was finally chosen decisively. With strict defensive measures, regular daily meals and medical protection, you can “rest easy" by simply guarding against harassment by prison staff.

In the past, he was definitely afraid to go to jail, but today he, with martial arts beside him, has wave warnings, the ordinary man is not really his opponent. Unfortunately, the world was not equipped to use magic (elements and spirituality), otherwise he had no fear of attacks by anti-political coalitions.

If you leave a "surrender” sentence, you can faint gorgeously...

“What, did you find Sidor?” Yaonis got word, got up immediately, "go. ”

Guards may also be taken to a closed hospital - a medical facility used primarily for the treatment of prisoners or other persons of concern.

Technically, he has not yet been convicted and can only be considered an important suspect, but he is still under strict supervision, given the serious nature of the terrorist attacks.

Yaonis was still undergoing treatment when he arrived at the sheltered hospital. Through the surveillance glass, Yaonis saw a young man lying on the surgical bed, blurred blood on the back of the red luo, and a myriad of abrasions on his arms, but most notably, the long scar between his waist. If Aonisi remembers correctly, it should be the scar that killed Sido when he was 10 years old, almost beaten to death by his father. After so many years, it was still so gruesome that it could see how badly it had been wounded.

Yaonis had previously seen images of him working at the mall, which had created a certain exclusion from him, but now he is truly seeing an irrepressible rise of intolerance and pity in his heart.

The doctor took care of Sangquo's wound and sent him to the surveillance ward.

Yaonis came to the bed, bent over and swept his hair down between his forehead, a delicate side face immediately reflected in the curtains. Compared to the red-haired young man in the video, if two people were not picked up, I'm afraid no one would have linked them. A deep gloom, a quiet and clean... why is there such a huge difference?

Yaonis unleashed his spiritual body, the Golden Lion Morrow.

Morrow jumped lightly to the other side of the bed and sniffed by the neck of Jean-Claude.

But more often than not, a light blue little head poked out of his arms, looked left and right, and then shrunk back.

Moreau saw the waves disappear and unwillingly picked them off Sankoh. Shanko seemed to feel abnormal, his eyelashes trembled slightly, then slowly opened his eyes, blue eyes with a light fog, fascinated and soft, that added a touch of brilliance to the elegant face.

Still confused to see the person beside the bed, he said as if he were jealous: "Don't make a scene, let me sleep a little longer...” After that, he buried his head in a soft pillow.

He confused Aonis into thinking he was still in the last world.

Yaonis heard the voice and somehow created a sweet, smooth feeling in his heart, like eating a piece of chocolate.

That's him, his guide! Yaonis' eyes flashed a strange color...

When the effects of anesthesia go away, you can wake up slowly from the coma. After the doctor's rough examination, several serious officers entered the ward.

Sitting reliably on a pillow, not surprised by their arrival. This interrogation is about whether or not he can be acquitted in the future, and must not be taken lightly.

“Let me introduce myself, my name is Evie.” Captain Evey moved a chair, sat in front of Jean-Claude and stared at him, "I think you know exactly what we're here for. ”

Still nodded.

“So I started.” Ivy Straight Way, “a short time ago, the central mall was attacked by a group of terrorists, and you, the staff of that mall, were the same. Why did you suddenly disappear after the attack? ”

"Sir Evie, you don't have to flank me, I can tell you straight away that I do have something to do with them, but I'm not a terrorist. ”

Avi was surprised by his direct suggestion: “Then please elaborate. ”

“I was raised at the welfare academy.” Shanxi Xudao, "kidnapped at the age of 16 by a terrorist group called the 'Anti-Political Coalition', who locked me up with other juveniles and had to do all sorts of heavy work every day, assemble parts, refine raw materials, operate machinery, maintain equipment, etc., exhaust all means to brainwash us and keep us out of contact. A lot of people tried to escape, but all the people who escaped were killed by them. I dared not risk spending five years there in peace until not too long ago, when they sent me to work in a central mall. ”

“Now that you're out, why don't you ask JC for help?” Ivy asked.

“I'm afraid it's their test on me.” Answer me, “if anything happens to me, they could kill me right away. ”

Evie nodded, which is understandable.

It goes on to say, "I don't know what they want beforehand. ”

“Wait, you said you didn't know?” Ivy interrupted, "Isn't the bomb in the mall yours? ”

“No, I don't know anything about loading and unloading bombs.” You can deny it, “they gave me a gift box that day and told me that if they were caught, they would let me open the gift box and I would be free as long as I accomplished the task. ”

Evie and others naturally know what this so-called "gift box” is.

"They think I don't know anything, but thanks to their ‘blessings', I've come into contact with all kinds of mechanical materials over the years, just a few touches and guess what's in the gift box. Without a doubt, it's a detonator, and it's a signal type detonator. ”

Ivy and others heard a chill, and it turns out, as Yaonis guessed, that the terrorists had a backhand. Fortunately, the man in front of him was policeman enough not to be blinded by the terrorists, who obviously wanted him to be a scapegoat. I'm afraid they have no idea that a teenager who has been incarcerated and oppressed for five years since the age of sixteen still retains a clear mind and judgement.

“What did you do with the detonator? ”

“Threw into the left bank river. ”

“Well done, we'll send someone to salvage it to corroborate your statement.” Avi's color has eased.

Here, one has to praise the taste of the original owner, who did make his own detonator in a gift box, which was very beautiful and seemed to treat it as his last gift to himself.

“Did you throw out the detonator, which is tantamount to betraying the Alliance, and then they attacked you? ”

nodded.

Ivy asked for some more information about the anti-political coalition, and got up three hours later: "Okay, we know the basics, and then you'll be here to take care of your injuries so you can be questioned at any time. ”

After walking away, the Sangkok ward returned to silence. He turned around and looked out the window, thinking that the first level should have passed.

The abduction and control of children by anti-political coalitions is a fact, and the arrested terrorists have committed suicide. He threw away the detonators, betrayed the coalition, saved thousands of lives and was attacked himself. Rationally, he should not have had to bear too much responsibility, at most for months in prison.

A true sociopath, the main planner of the terrorist act, who is hard pressed into a list of innocent victims, has also fought hard to make a confession.

Although this is only one side of his story and ZF and the military will not fully accept it, his injuries cannot be falsified and, together with the authoritative diagnosis of a doctor, the possibility of a bitter meat meter can basically be ruled out. Moreover, he still had information about the anti-political coalition, a clue that would never be easily abandoned by the senior ranks of the Taliban.

Not wanting to be subdued at first, but the situation is stronger than it is, and the two powers are less harmful to it, and trying to survive in the task is also an adaptive option with external forces.

In the days of hospital rest, Ivy et al. succeeded in salvaging the detonator from the left bank, “validating” the “gift box” statement. They then searched the area where Jean-Claude had lived and found that he lived in poor conditions and that there were plenty of food boxes in his possession, none of which were surplus except a few pieces of clothing and some basic necessities.

They then raided several points of contact of the anti-political coalition, according to information still available, although all of them had gone into the air. They have not yet been informed of the location of the Alliance headquarters, as this information would call into question their “victim” status. A piece of chess, it's impossible to know too many core secrets. Moreover, even if he did, the estimate was of little use, and after his “betrayal”, the anti-political coalition must have shifted its position.

During hospital care, it was not known that someone was arguing about him. While the signs are prima facie that he is indeed only a victim and that no crime has been committed, some suspect that he is lying. Because his performance was so calm, it was nothing like being a victim of perennial oppression and isolation from the outside world for four or five years. He lived as a child under the violence of his father and was kidnapped and brainwashed by terrorists after the age of 15, in exchange for anyone, in an environment that either created a distorted personality or a cowardice.

Looking at his performance during the nursing period, it was unjustified. Get up early in the morning, have a gentle personality, love to be clean, love to read, rarely come into contact with outsiders, but always smile and never conflict.

Such a person looks like a well-groomed rich son, not a poor man who has been mistreated, poorly educated and struggling with his life for many years.

The majority of those who had such suspicions had decided that a test could be conducted. This test directly determines how he will be treated in the future.

The test is —— hypnosis.

Yaonis had some hesitation, but thinking about it was a very spiritual guide. Hypnosis would not do him any harm, nor would it allow him to say anything of substance. It was just a simple polygraph ritual that guided his subconscious and intuitive responses to various problems, which also facilitated the thorough cleansing of his suspicions. By passing this test, he will be able to gain his freedom and will not be punished, but will be protected.

With these in mind, Yaonis acquiesced to the test. Though rationally thought right, there was a very uncomfortable feeling in his mind, as if a voice kept telling him to stop it.

The hypnotist was a sentinel who was good at mental control, and in order not to contradict him, he pretended that his sick friend had been with him for a while, waiting for him to become familiar before hypnotizing him while he was not paying attention.

You can lie halfway in a chair with a hypnotist sitting beside you while the others watch the surveillance outside the room.

Hypnosis is very smooth and can be guided by a hypnotist to respond correctly to his questions. In fact, it can be discovered at the moment of mental control, but instead of resisting, he plans to conceal his mental body and cooperate with the hypnosis of the hypnotist.

Like, "Are you Jean-Claude?" ”

nodded.

“Is your name Sido? ”

Nodded again.

Both identities were him, so his answer was no problem.

“Have you ever lived in a welfare home? ”

nodded.

“Is your father Alec? ”

Shake your head.

“Is your father called Myrus? ”

When I heard the word "Myrus”, there was an unusual reaction on my face, but it didn't last long and I nodded my head again very quickly. At this point, it is conceivable that the brain appears to have strange fluctuations.

The hypnotist then began to ask questions about terrorist acts and anti-political alliances.

Successful passage of several key questions has reassured Aonis that he is watching the video.

When asked about the content of his attack by the coalition, an anomaly arose again.

The hypnotist asked, "Does the anti-political coalition really want to kill you? ”

A word "death” touches a nerve that is still sharp.

His face was white, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips turned pale pink from their original redness, and his hands held the armrest of the chair tightly.

Yaonis's face changed slightly, trying to stop the hypnosis from going on, but listening to the hypnotist he said again: "Don't be afraid, think about happy things like the little guys you used to play with? ”

Your body is stiff enough to stop trembling.

The hypnotist thought it had worked and went on to say: "I went to school with my little friends every day, chased the fun, and didn't go home in love until dusk...”

The word "home” just exited, Sankoh's body trembled violently, his face was bloodless, and then he heard a broken voice slowly coming out of his throat: “Dad... Dad, don't hit me...”

In this situation, not only did the hypnotist stand still, but even Shanko, who was supposed to pretend to be hypnotized, stood still. The original conscious memory seemed to have been excited just now, just listening to “he” continued: “I, I dare not go out anymore... play... please, don't fight...”

Hypnotist hurriedly grabbed Sankoh's hand in an attempt to stop him from having unusual spasms. Sankoh's consciousness was unknowingly brought into the memory of the original master, and the wounds accumulated over the years seemed to tear apart at this moment.

Hypnotist's actions are like some kind of punishment, pushing Shannon into a terrible abyss: “Ah - it hurts, Dad, don't fight anymore, I'm sorry, I'll do as I say in the future, I promise... I won't cry... I won't cry anymore...”

Filled with short metal sticks, he continued to be struck, the blood rolled out with crushed meat, like a real pain all over his body.

You can tremble all over your body, the blues on your white skin are exposed, in your closed eyes, a few points of water, but never fall off. His consciousness was blurred, and he couldn't tell if it was Sidor's memory or his own.

The hypnotist was stunned by the scene and didn't know how to react for a while.

In the meantime, a figure flashed in quickly, hugging Sankoh, and yelled furiously at the hypnotist: "Get rid of the mental control! ”

The hypnotist recovered and was about to act, but found his spiritual strength bounced back.

“Shit, it's a psychopath!” The hypnotist looked ugly, “I couldn't lift the controls. ”

Yaonis killed him with all his heart, and without regard to anything else, immediately released his spirit, intending to direct Sankoh's spirit out, and then helped him to emerge from the nightmare with a spiritual resonance.

“Dad... I was wrong...”

“You're right!” Yaonis roared, “You didn't do anything wrong! ”

“Sorry, sorry...”

“Stop apologizing, Jenko. Wake up! Wake up!" Yaonis felt the spirits that were still out of control, and he was almost out of control, and his expression became extremely stubborn. Violent spiritual elements that drive everyone around him out of his realm.

The lion Moro roamed around the two of them anxiously, touching Sankoh's body from time to time, but every touch was like a needle prick, hurting him to keep yelling low, but it was still close to Sankoh once and for all.

Finally, the spiritual wave of Sankoh appeared, it had just gathered to form and landed on the ground, lying on its feet.

Moreau immediately pulled over and kept rubbing his nose against his body.

“It's so dark, there's no one to save me...” You can make a weak voice.

“Don't be afraid, I'll save you, I'll protect you later and I'll never hurt you again. ”

By the life of my Aarnis!