Some people are just unlucky. This kind of bad luck may be temporary or long-term, but you can''t get used to it. You can''t get used to it every time you have a bad ending with hope.


    Because when you force yourself to adapt to that misfortune, you will find that even the reason has become uncertain. Life has become a dangerous rope. Even if you walk on it skillfully, the danger below does exist. At any time, it could be doomed.


    Russell woke up, but he would rather not wake up. Perhaps, he did not wake up, because his current physical state made his brain unable to completely distinguish between chaos and order. His brain was chaotic, could not form a clear thought, and his proud thinking disappeared.


    Maybe that thing never existed. There is no soul consciousness at all. It''s just that this body has created a useful operating system for itself.


    Hands, pain. Feet, pain. There is no pain all over. The cold wind blew on his body, and his clothes had already been removed, and the robe symbolizing the mage''s identity was missing. At this point, who cares about that dress?


    The cold water was not warmed by the body temperature. They were still flowing down his head, making every gust of wind more biting. He tried to wipe off the cold water and find a dress, but he couldn''t move.


    The sound of chains sounded with his spasm. Many chains almost hung him in mid air instead of tied to the cross. The spy was really curious about where these instruments of torture came from. As far as he knew, the secret instrument school would not use these things even when the mage who needed to commit an offence spoke.


    They make prisoners have no dignity. Mages stress dignity. In a sense, they stress it more than those secular nobles. Because the so-called nobles, to put it bluntly, only have blood origin. In order to maintain the pangen illusion, the noble blood line needs to be handled carefully, but the mages are not. Every mage has real knowledge, and they have great potential in the secular world.


    It''s a pity that Russell can''t hear what someone said in his ear. His ears were shrouded in noise and some sense of isolation, just as he couldn''t tell whether his eyes were open or not.


    Whether the five senses exist or not has become an uncertain state. He can''t even judge whether he is still alive, because there seems to be no difference between the present feeling and the dead. In that case, he might hear a prayer in his ear.


    No, in the city of ten thousand dharmas, the body is to be cremated instead of cold compress with cold water, like to improve the taste of pork. He is not dead yet. He is not dead yet, but he is fast.


    If detective Russell has any ability, it is bad luck. Who could have thought that he would be treated like this in his own school? Here should be his friends, brothers, teachers and predecessors. They should have performed their duties under the common idea.


    Unless, it is one of their responsibilities to treat him like this. That''s interesting, because Russell doesn''t remember what big crime he committed. It''s worth being punished like this. Depriving the ability to think is second only to the death penalty for mages.


    The voice came again and still couldn''t get into Russell''s mind. He was still unresponsive, like a dead man. I don''t know. After a long time, the noise in his ear began to fade away. This process lasted for a few minutes. Russell finally ushered in peace again and was no longer disturbed by the noise. At the same time, the voice repeated in his ear came again. This time he could distinguish it.


    "Damn it, I always forget to speak without lifting my spell. It''s a bad habit. Hello, can you hear me? Is anyone there? Is anyone home? Master Russell, the break is over."


    The sound in the ear is clear, and at the same time, it brings about the restoration of the function of the mind and eyes. The spy raised his head in confusion, like a child just waking up, completely unaware of what had happened. He soon knew.


    A man with a serious hunchback, one of his eyes is shining with glass. The city of ten thousand dharmas can make false eyes, but this man didn''t use that thing. Not just his eyes, his lips were missing, revealing teeth filled with some yellow metal, reminiscent of the rotten teeth of an alcoholic.


    Camel''s hair is very few. Russell can see that most of his scalp does not fall off naturally. The burn scar covers his head and burns his skin into a shape that can no longer be regenerated. However, there was still a wisp of greasy hair at the top of his forehead. He stubbornly stayed in the disaster and drew a funny arc on his forehead.


    The man opened Russell''s eyelids with his thick fingers. He noticed that the hand had only four fingers, the little thumb was missing, and it disappeared neatly from the first knuckle near the palm of his hand.


    Russell has heard of torture in the world, and cutting off his fingers is a common method to extract confessions. The other hand of the camel is wrapped in a butcher''s leather glove. The glove has five finger tubes, but there is no guarantee that there are five fingers in it.


    Not only the gloves are like butchers, the man''s coarse cloth gown and waterproof cloth apron are reminiscent of slaughter, and the dark stains on those clothes seem to tell the basis of these associations.


    Butcher, no, camel, after checking his eyes, the camel butcher began to check Russell''s teeth. It felt like he wanted to pull out the spy''s teeth and put them in his mouth. No emotion, no complacency, normal eyes are as indifferent as artificial eyes, like the eyes of a dead man, the eyes of a person who died in the night. There is only darkness in his pupils and nothing can be reflected.


    "Welcome back to the real world, master Russell. Maybe I should say, welcome to the real world. Hehe, it doesn''t make any difference these days, does it?"


    The camel laughed perfunctorily. He may want to look evil, but to be honest, he doesn''t even want to play a villain. That feeling is like an apprentice when facing the next frog placed in front of him after dissecting the frog for three days and nights, only indifference.


    "GA, GA, er, water..." Russell tried his best to spit out the word from his throat. Just saying one word made his lungs burn. What the hell did these guys do to me.


    "Water, oh, yes, it''s time to give you some water. But I forgot. You see, my legs and feet are inconvenient. Going to get water now will only waste time. So I think you might as well stick out your tongue and lick around. Although the cold water is not very clean, it should still be able to enter. Besides, you shouldn''t care about it now, right?"


    The butcher waved and said carelessly. He didn''t seem to care about Russell''s life or death, even whether he could answer or not.


    "Ha..."


    Does Russell have a choice? Obviously not. He could only lick the cold water as the camel said. Those waters must have magic. They are cold on his skin and on his tongue. They are still cold after entering the throat and falling into the stomach bag. If he drinks strong wine, he is swallowing an ice snake now.


    There was no improvement in the pain in the lungs, plus colic in the intestines and stomach. But at least he''s not thirsty.


    "I''m sorry to meet you this way. You can call me rogro, interrogator rogro. I work for the secret instrument school like you."


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