Chapter 17 - Professor Yang

　　By the time Zi Liang was fully awake from that violent dizziness, he realized that he had already been tied to a small flat cart and was being pushed forward in a dark corridor ...... He couldn't even remember clearly how he had been lifted onto the flat cart ...... 　　"Well ...... this handcuff is still quite powerful." He secretly praised. 　　In fact, Zi Liang rarely went to praise things other than sleeping pills, but he had to say that the discharge design of this handcuff was really good. It seemed to be able to detect each person's physical qualities and control the intensity of the electric shock just at the level of extreme pain, constant dizziness, violent spasms, and loss of mobility, but not to the point of incontinence. The designer of this contraption was definitely a talent, and for a few seconds, Zi Liang had the urge to find out who this person was and bring him to his own little clinic to be properly coached and tutored. 　　This thought, however, was immediately interrupted by a harsh scraping sound of a rusty door shaft. 　　As his vision advanced, Zi Liang realized that he was being pushed into what looked like an infirmary. 　　"Professor Yang ...... has brought you." A guard's voice came, and in those few short words, Zi Liang was surprised to hear a timid trill. 　　"Oh, good." Another voice came, sounding quite amiable. 　　Immediately afterward, the flatbed was shaken upright, and Zi Liang saw the room in its entirety. 　　This is an infirmary ...... at least the beginning of his design was definitely designed according to an infirmary, medicine shelves, medical record cabinets, medical instrument tables, everything, but somewhat incongruous is that all these commonly used things were piled up in a corner, and in the center of the room, there was a very high end looking desktop instrument, and at the moment. At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a white coat was fiddling with something around this instrument. 　　Then this person is undoubtedly Professor Yang, as the prison guard said. Looks more than 50 years old, very typical Asian face, eyes are not big, with a pair of glasses, face seems to be always overflowing with a kind smile. 　　"Then Prof. Yang ...... no ...... nothing I will leave first." The prison guard just swung the bed up and said impatiently, as if he didn't want to stay here even for a second longer. 　　"Good ...... come pick up the person in the morning." Prof. Yang smiled and said to the prison guard. 　　As soon as the words fell, Zi Liang heard the sound of busy footsteps behind him and the sound of the iron door being closed. 　　By now, only Zi Liang and Professor Yang were left in this infirmary. 　　...... 　　Professor Yang slowly walked over to Zi Liang's side and removed the mask from his mouth. 　　"New here?" He asked with narrowed eyes, his tone filled with the care of an elder to a junior. 　　Zi Liang didn't answer immediately, but instead surveyed the surroundings with false eyes, finally resting his eyes on Professor Yang's face ...... 　　Professor Yang didn't get angry even under this direct gaze ...... 　　Or rather, it can't be seen whether he was angry or not, anyway, his face has been overflowing with that amiable expression that was piled up with muscles and skin, as if he had deliberately gotten a face-lift to make it look like that. 　　"Oh ......" Professor Yang suddenly laughed: "Well, I've often seen young people like you, you are all very famous characters outside, so it's still a little bit uncomfortable to just enter here, but it's okay, I'll let you adapt to this role change as soon as possible. I'll get you acclimated to this role change as soon as possible ...... We have ...... a full 12 hours." 　　While he spoke in a serious tone, he pushed the instrument in the center of the infirmary over, then took out a bottle of potion and evenly applied it to Zi Liang's temples. 　　"Do you know the difference between pain when the human body is energized and other pains?" He asked again, but soon, he asked himself, "The biggest difference is that ordinary physical pain will be accompanied by serious organic damage, and if it is too intense, the human brain will activate a 'self-protection' like program to alleviate that pain, or even just pass out, unlike electric shock, which produces pain that can be cumulative, and it acts directly on the nerves, as long as the current is not interrupted, then the person will not lose consciousness, even if he is electrocuted and unable to think, then he will continue to experience the pain in his head ......" 　　"Oh, it seems that the person that the warden told me about who is very knowledgeable about electrocution is you." Zi Liang said faintly. 　　Professor Yang smiled and nodded, and placed two electrified patches on the area where he had just smeared the potion. 　　"Then did you design this handcuff?" Zi Good looked like he was suddenly interested. 　　Professor Yang froze slightly, then shook his head, "Of course not, I'm not an engineer ...... why do you ask this?" 　　Zi Liang's interest was extinguished all of a sudden, looking a little frustrated, "Well, it's nothing, do you have a cigarette then?" 　　Professor Yang's hand that was attaching the electric shock pads hung in mid-air, and he looked at the new prisoner with a bit of suspicion. 　　"Can I have one." Zi Liang said, then also glanced at the desk in the corner with his eyes. 　　Professor Yang followed Zi Liang's line of sight and then saw a pack of cigarettes on the desk ...... Suddenly, his smile became even brighter, and the raised corners of his mouth almost topped his entire face upwards ...... 　　"Hee hee hee hee--" Professor Yang let out a sound that made people very uncomfortable: "You know what, I especially like fearless kids like you, because the way you guys are teetering on the edge of collapse is much better than those who only know how to crybaby sheep." 　　"No, no, no, you might have misunderstood." Zira hurriedly corrected, "I'm not picking on you, I really want one." 　　What Zi Liang said was indeed the truth, and everyone should have found out that he was a person with few good habits, smoking, drinking, laziness, sloppiness, irregular work schedules, and anyway, when you add up all the things that your mom won't let you do, that's basically the state of his life. And for such a decadent man, there seems to be nothing wrong with wanting to smoke a cigarette before being tortured. 　　But Professor Yang obviously didn't think so, and he kept that wry smile, "You want to smoke ...... hee hee hee hee ...... fine, as long as you can make it through 5 minutes without begging for mercy, I'll give you one. " 　　...... 　　...... 　　After 5 minutes, Zi Liang beautifully exhaled a mouthful of smoke. 　　"With all due respect, Professor Yang, your skills really don't seem to be as good as the designer of this pair of bracelets." He chattered lightly. 　　"Heh - you're an interesting person." Professor Yang chuckled, "But five minutes have just passed, and we've got a whole night ahead of us ......" 　　Zi Liang was somewhat helplessly paralyzed, in fact, it was undeniable that this Professor Yang's level of electrocution was quite okay, no matter it was the strength of the current, or the shift in frequency, it was all pinpointed very well, he knew how to find out the recipient's limit of endurance, and to give them the most appropriate pain, and that was the reason why he was able to make people scared in this place. 　　But in Zi Liang's eyes, he still owes a bit of fire, because as long as it is a person, give him an electric shock instrument to let him poke around for a few years, and then a hundred or ten people to let its practice operation, basically can reach this level of Professor Yang, so this guy looks like even if it's a little bit of interest in the middle pervert only. 　　But this is also good ...... 　　Because Zi Liang had already seen that this Professor Yang must have had an incomparably dark and humiliating childhood or some kind of tragic emotional experience, and anyway, this had led to the fact that underneath his morbid body was an inner heart with a very poor ability to withstand. 　　And that, it seemed, was just the right thing to utilize. 　　"Then, Professor Yang ...... how about we make another bet?" 　　......