As soon as Bai Yilong was taken out of prison, the man in the next room immediately shouted: "That Bai Xiangchun talked to that boy! I remember that I can repeat it to you!"

As soon as these words were said, the old man was not taken away, but the man next door was taken away.

But Bai Yilong also knew that the old man was called Bai Xiangchun.

At least I didn't need torture before, but now it's different. I tied my hands and hung them up.

Then the soldier began to beat him with a whip, and then asked, "Say, what is your purpose in Baicheng? What did the person in the room opposite you tell you?"

Bai Yilong didn't know how to answer, he was not an undercover agent.

But is the explanation useful at this time? Thinking of the old man's words, Bai Yilong didn't even have a word of refutation.

One whip and one whip are whipped and the flesh is broken.

Bai Yilong didn't even scream. After being thrust out, he was awakened by water.

I heard the wailing sounds of the tortured people in other rooms. Listening to the sound, it was the one who said that the old man was talking to him.

Screams were endless. The biggest difference between them and themselves was that they kept shouting that they were wronged.

I am regarded as an undercover agent like this. If I am useless in the future, then the only thing I face is death.

Say nothing, answer nothing.

"Are you mute?"

Bai Yilong has a new nickname, that is, mute.

The whip is followed by the final move: the soldering iron!

Selecting the ankle specifically, the soldier began to explain: "A day will be hotter than day, until the last soldering iron is on the head."

The soldering iron was a permanent trace. After saying that, the soldier burned his feet naked at Bai Yilong.

"Tell me what the old man said, otherwise tomorrow will be the calf." The soldier shouted again.

Bai Yilong still shut up and could feel this gradual process, which was extremely psychologically and physiologically oppressed, and normal people could not withstand several rounds.

In order to make people afraid of being punished and create endless fear.

When people were brought back, some people were still calling for injustice.

Only Bai Yilong was locked in the room again without saying a word.

The man who betrayed the old man and his own came back early, and only then did he see clearly that there was a brand on the man's face. And this time, he used his conversation with the old man to exchange for a steaming basket of mushroom buns, and squatted in the corner and ate with joy.

The soldiers left the door, and the prison cells were empty again, leaving only the spy death row prisoners locked in each room.

The old man said, "I forgot to tell you that the person who talks to me has no good end here. Those who whisper can get benefits. Will you still talk to me in the future?"

Bai Yilong fell into silence, and the old man pointed to the corner of the wall: "There is a flint in the corner, and the previous one left it! The fire ashes can prevent wound infection."

Others thought the old man said these two and a half words, but they didn't know that the old man threw something over, a communication equipment composed of two wooden bowls and thin ropes.

Just straighten the string and speak to the wooden bowl to simply convey the sound.

The distance is almost the length of a corridor, and Bai Yilong picked it up and put it in his ear.

The old man's voice came: "Is it still comfortable to be massaged?"

This sound can only be heard by yourself, which perfectly solves the problem of ears in partition walls.

"Why are you not taken away for torture?" Bai Yilong reacted and asked quickly.

"Because I am the third type," the old man explained.

Bai Yilong endured the pain and looked at the old man and said, "What is the third type?"

The old man smiled and said, "On the battlefield, you saw a weapon that was dropped by the enemy country. He has three possibilities: weaker than our country, similar to our country, and stronger than our country, right?"

Bai Yilong looked at the old man and replied: "Those whom you look down on will be melted, those who are almost dismantled, and those who are stronger than us will be studied."

The old man laughed loudly: "Where to replace the weapon with a human?"

"Kill people you look down on, and almost all the people who are captured during war and work as coolies in peacetime. As for those who are better than us? This..." Bai Yilong was stunned.

"You know, you know better than anyone else. Races are different. Even if such a person is willing to surrender, it is useless. At most, he can draw out his skills and then solve them like others. I am the third type." The old man said.

"So you are an undercover agent, a real undercover agent!" Bai Yilong was stunned.

"I'm not. I just used a way to make them believe that I am. If you can use the same way, then you can be." The old man smiled.

"Your name is Bai Xiangchun?" Bai Yilong reacted.

"Don't talk about me for now. Have you never called a wronged person until now? Then you have a chance?" the old man wanted to ask.

"What did you use?" Bai Yilong asked.

"I don't trust you now, but I'm very satisfied with your answers until now. When it's the tenth, I will tell you how to do it." The old man pulled back the equipment and leaned over to sleep.

When is the time?

Bai Yilong wanted to ask, but there was no chance!

The old man said he was the third type, and he definitely had a way to become the third type. What is the way?

The three states are the superposition of undercover, not the undercover, and not the undercover.

Now that you live here, you must keep it as the third one?

This is Bai Yilong's understanding, thinking about what the old man said: There is a flint in the corner of the wall, and the previous one left it! Fire ash can prevent wound infection.

Although I only heard in tactical class that the fire ash is clean and sterilized, the first time I tried it, I didn’t expect it to be here. I picked up the flint and a small portion of straw and tried to ignite the straw.

The burning ashes are waiting for cooling to hold them in your hands.

It looks a bit bad, but it still covers it up.

It hurts very much, but Bai Yilong resists it.

The longer Bai Yilong drags here, the more he can find that the old man is more powerful.

I haven't been taken away for so long, and the food I gave was very good.

It is not the same treatment at all. The elderly will throw some food that they cannot eat to Bai Yilong. It is pitiful or charity, but it also seems to win over people's hearts.

This place is considered a death row, and no one will come in except for the meal time. It may be to prevent spies from spreading the news, so the people inside and the outside have zero contact with those who deliver the meal and those who take them out for punishment.

The next two days will be treated inhumanely.

Every time I come back, I can see someone screaming that I am wronged, but every time I can see the decrease in the number of people.

There are few people coming in. In addition to the interrogation of themselves, the others travel almost every three or four days, and the old man Bai Xiangchun never interrogated.

Why not interrogate him? There is only one possibility. Interrogation will reveal the current situation in Baicheng, so it is not interrogated?

Otherwise there is no way to explain, of course some people have gone and never come back.
Chapter completed!