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Chapter 481 Top Ten Torture Methods
Shirley patted Irving, her patience almost running out. She urged, "If you have any ideas, just speak up.
Don't you try to fool me!'
Irving smiled awkwardly, "The impostor of Mr. Quintin is indeed very cautious. He only contacts me
through text messages, and we can't pin his location through his phone number. So unless he is willing
to show up, we can't find him. At present, you're the only person who can lure him to show up."
'I'm afraid you think too highly of me..."
Shirley added dejectedly, 'Ever since he stood me up, I could no longer contact him. If he really cared
about me, he wouldn't have left without bidding farewell to me."
'I believe that the impostor must have his own reason..."
'So what do you want me to do exactly?"
'It's very simple. Ms. Wilson, come with me."
Irving beckoned Shirley with his finger.
In the night, they walked around in the huge and mysterious Crimson Pawnshop. After taking a lot of
turns, they finally stopped at the most remote courtyard.
Maybe no one entered this courtyard in the past hundreds of years. The front door was covered with
spider webs, emitting a rotten and sinful smell.
'Irving, what are you trying to do?"
Shirley pursed her lips and subconsciously stepped backward.
'Ms. Wilson, don't be afraid...'
Irving brushed off the dust on his robe and said in a relaxed tone, "This is the place for water torture,
one of the top ten torture methods used in Crimson Pawnshop. No one was punished here in the past
four years, so it looks rather dilapidated. There used to be people coming and going. It was very lively."
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Shirley was so surprised that she almost choked on her own saliva. 'Are you sure you are not filming a
movie? What ten torture methods? I have only heard of the ones used in ancient times!"
"The ancient ones were not as gruesome as those used in Crimson Pawnshop. Since they are
inhumane, I will not explain them to you one by one. Let's talk about this water torture..."
Irving said, "Water torture is the lightest punishment among the top ten. The punished are tied in the
water prison and suffer all kinds of torture. The water only reaches the waist of the punished in the
beginning. Later, every half an hour, other things will be put into the water. What comes first are
snakes, centipedes, mudfish, and so on. Next is hot water. And then comes hot oil, and finally... sulfuric
acid!'
"Ugh, shut up. Who came up with those ideas? It's too brutal!"
Shirley could not bring herself to imagine the scene.
The thought of snakes in the water caused her to have goosebumps, not to mention hot oil or sulfuric
acid. Moreover, snakes would run around indiscriminately in the hot water. It was enough to imagine
how terrifying the punishment would be!
"Ms. Wilson, you are too kind. As I said, water torture is the lightest of the top ten punishments. And
these punishments were fully created by the boss."
"Larry created them?'
Shirley couldn't help but sigh again, "Does he have a special taste in torturing?"
"The boss' original goal was to intimidate those who were disobedient. Whether it was customers or
employees of Crimson Pawnshop, whoever did not abide by the rules would face punishments. Under
the threat of the top ten torture methods, almost no one dared to make a mistake. So very few people
were really punished."
Irving was honest about this.
"I understand this. In ancient times, if the rulers wanted to assure their governing, they applied
extremely strict punishment systems. I think Larry should have read history books about ancient
punishments. Otherwise, normal people shouldn't have come up with such perverted methods."
Shirley was very reasonable. She did not agree to use Larry’s method for punishment, but she also
understood that Larry had no better choice.
Larry came from a small fishing village and got his current position step by step. It was impossible for
him to succeed without using some special methods.
"But why did you bring me here? Is someone to be punished here?’
Shirley asked Irving in confusion.
"Yes, it's you who will be punished!"
Irving smiled, took out the key, and opened the door of the water prison. He bowed slightly and made
an inviting gesture. "Ms. Wilson, please!"
What?
Shirley swallowed her saliva and felt terrified.
The prison cell was not big, around the size of a bedroom with a height of about 6.5 feet, which was
enough to completely drown people.
The walls of the prison cell were smooth with many different sizes of holes. Maybe snakes, centipedes,
hot oil, sulfuric acid, and other things were put in through the holes.
As no one came in here for a long time, it emitted a rotten smell as if from a dead mouse or even a
corpse.
Shirley couldn't stand it. She felt like wanting to vomit every breath she took!
"Don't be nervous. I am thinking that you will stay in the prison cell for the time being and assume a
torture posture. Then I will take some photos and send them to the impostor of Mr. Quintin and tell him
that the real boss has come back and that he needs to come to save you. He also knows how terrible
the water torture is. I believe that as long as he sees the photos, he will rush to save you!
'In this way, you can not only let him appear but also test whether he truly loves you or not. Isn't it a
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Irving felt that he was extremely smart to come up with such a perfect method.
"It sounds like ... a good method!"
Shirley rubbed her chin, lost in deep thought.
She also wanted to know who this impostor was and whether he really loved her.
"It's a good idea, right? Then let's strike while the iron is hot. It will be dawn soon..."
Irving excitedly tested the various switches of the water prison, eager to try them.
However, Shirley was a little upset. She stood in front of the prison cell and hesitated. "Will this really
work? He is so cunning and cautious. He will not come, right?"
'It doesn't matter if he doesn't come. At least it proves that he doesn't love you. It also proves that I was
blind as I couldn't see his true self."
"Then I hope he won't come!"
Shirley whispered.
She really hoped that he wouldn't come. If he came to save her at the expense of himself, she would
feel guilty for the rest of her life.
'Whether he comes or not, he will decide for himself. You just have to cooperate to put up a show. I
think he will arrive in half an hour because in less than half an hour, snakes and centipedes will be
released in the cell. How can he bear to let you suffer that?'
'Alright. Do it!"
Shirley nodded and gritted her teeth as she got into the cell.
The water had reached the ankles now, and more water kept running in through the holes.
Her hands were pressed against the wall of the prison cell by iron chains, and she looked extremely
haggard and pitiful.
'Very good. Maintain this posture, squeeze out some tears, and call for help..."
Irving held his phone and instructed Shirley for him to film a video.
Soon, a ten-second video was successfully shot and sent to the impostor of Mr. Quintin.
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