Female Police Officer: After tying up the female prisoner about to be executed, you swapped souls with her?

Su Qing picked up the rope that was prepared on the side. This was the special hemp rope used to bind death row inmates, rough but strong. She was going to bind Lin Wan in the "strangling and tying up" manner, which was to prevent the prisoner from having any over-excited behavior before or during the execution, and was also part of the execution procedure. But at this moment, in Su Qing's heart, there was also a hint of selfishness for the victim - she wanted to make this demon feel real pain and humiliation in his final moments. 　　Su Qing unfolded the rope, the rough hemp rope looked like a stinging snake under the dim light, exuding an unquestionable coercive meaning. She stood behind Lin Evening, her gaze coldly sweeping over the pale and supple body in front of her. Young, beautiful, yet associated with those broken little lives - this thought was like a quenched steel needle, piercing through the last shred of hesitation that might have existed in Su Qing's heart. 　　"Raise your hand." Su Qing's voice did not have a single ripple, as if she was reading out an icy report. 　　Lin Evening complied, slowly raising her arms, her wrists slightly folded behind her back. Her movements carried a kind of resigned sluggishness, as if she was a puppet that had long since lost all of its strings. This kind of complete, lifeless obedience, instead of drawing pity, was like a silent provocation, causing the anger in Su Qing's chest to burn even hotter. She would rather see struggle, see fear, that would at least prove that this woman still had a trace of living emotion, rather than being like a pool of stagnant water as she was now. 　　Su Qing did not delay. She folded the rope in half, found the center section, and pressed it against the skin on the back of Lin Even's neck. The touch of the rope caused Lin Even to cringe a few imperceptible moments. Ignoring this slight ripple, Su Qing held the rope in both hands, wrapping the two ends forward from the side of her neck and crossing them in front of the knot of her throat, her movements sharp and precise. 　　The sensation of the rope strangling across his neck caused Lin Even's breathing to stutter slightly. Su Qing deliberately slowed down her movements, letting the knot of the rope slowly tighten in front of her throat bone, the feeling of oppression slowly rising like a tide, not quite violent, but with a suffocating foreboding. She could feel the momentary tensing of Lin Even's neck muscles, and the subtle, attempted swallowing of saliva-a natural reaction of the body under fear, even though its owner's face remained a hollow, dead silence. 　　The head of the rope was pulled back to the back of the neck, and Su Qing skillfully threaded it through the loop of rope reserved for the back of the neck and gave it a firm jerk. The knot at the front of the neck tightened violently, firmly stuck under the throat bone, neither immediately leading to suffocation, yet reminding the bound person of its existence and threat all the time. A very soft, suppressed muffled grunt escaped from Lin Evening's throat, like the wail of an injured beast, quickly dissipating into the cold air. 　　Immediately afterward, Su Qing passed the ends of the rope from Lin Wan's armpits and strangled it across her chest. The rope sank deep into the soft skin of the woman's chest and tightened viciously above the roots of her arms, forcing her shoulder blades to involuntarily spread backward and her chest to be forced up. This position carried the implication of a forced, humiliating display. The rope wrapped around her chest and crossed again in the center of her back, forming a tight "figure eight" shape, locking Lin Wan's upper body firmly. 　　Su Qing's movements were not the slightest bit dilatory, each knot was tied firmly and standardized, but the strength was far more than necessary. The ropes rubbed against the skin, emitting a toothsome, subtle sound. Clear, piercing red strangulation marks quickly surfaced on Lin Evening's pale skin, forming a cruel contrast with the pale complexion around her. 　　Now, it was the turn to bind the arms. Su Qing brought Lin Even's wrists together and tightly wrapped them in a circle with the rope. The rough surface of the twine scraped against the tender wrist skin, and red marks soon appeared. She bent Lin Even's small arms upwards, forcing her elbows to be as close together as possible, and then used the rope to repeatedly wrap and tighten it between her upper arms and her body, before finally tightening it at her wrists and tying it in a dead knot. This position greatly restricted the movement of the shoulder joints and firmly fixed her arms to her back, causing Lin Even's entire upper body to be in a forced, extremely tense bowed state, with her breasts thus becoming even more prominent, and her waistline appearing more and more slender and fragile. 　　The core of the "Neck Strangulation" was the linkage between the neck ropes and the body bonds. Su Qing connected the arm ropes to the main rope at the back of her neck, and gave a hard downward tug! 　　"Oooh..." 　　This time, Lin Wan's body trembled violently. This was because any movement of the arms or body would immediately intensify the pressure of the strangulation on her neck through the conduction of the rope. She had to maintain this stiff and awkward posture to barely keep her breathing smooth. An invisible shackle had formed, completely stripping her of even her last freedom of movement. 　　Sweat began to seep out from the corners of Lin Even's forehead, sliding down her pale cheeks and dripping onto the cold concrete floor, leaving dark-colored imprints. Her breathing became ragged and rapid, and with every inhalation, the rope around her neck pressed against her windpipe, emitting a subtle "hissing" sound; every exhalation was accompanied by an uncontrollable tremor. Her eyes were slightly reddened, not from crying - they were still dry and empty, with no tears in them - but from physical pain. Her body fought instinctively against the extreme bondage, her muscles tightening and her fingertips purpling slightly as her circulation began to be impeded.

The heavy iron door of the cell clanged and locked behind him, and the sound seemed not to isolate the space, but to cut off the two worlds completely. Inside the door was the deathly silence of despair and the ultimate punishment that was about to befall, and outside the door was the passageway of the severe, cold, but still functioning judicial machine. 　　Su Qing held the head of the rope and walked ahead. Her steps were steady and strong, the heels of her boots hitting the concrete floor, emitting a clear, cold, hard echo that stood out in this empty corridor. Behind her, was the sound of Lin Evening's stumbling and suppressed footsteps. 　　The chains dragged on the ground, clattering and clattering - the sound was heavy and ear-piercing, and every friction felt like it was wearing away at the little time left. Lin Evening's steps were restricted by the shackles to be extremely small, almost as if she was rubbing against the ground to move. Each step tugged at the bound muscles throughout her body. The rope around her neck swayed slightly with her movements, a constant reminder of its deadly presence, forcing her to work extremely hard to maintain her body's balance and the specific angle of her neck in order to ensure that that already restricted breathing wasn't completely snuffed out. Arms were clipped tightly behind her back, the ropes so deep that they had long since changed from an initial tingling to a constant numbness and soreness, and her shoulder joints felt as if they were about to be torn apart. The knots crisscrossed behind her back, pressing tightly against her spine and ribs, making every breath incredibly difficult, her chest like a boulder. 　　And that iron hood on her head was another form of torture. The cold pieces of iron pressed against her skin, and the chill penetrated right through to the bone marrow. Drool built up uncontrollably, flowing along the corners of her mouth and jaw that couldn't be closed, dripping down onto her chest that was only wearing a single thin underwear, and the wet, cold, sticky feeling made her retch in a gust of stomach. Her vision was split into broken chunks by the grating, blurring the upright, cold back of the policewoman in front of her, and the ever-receding, cold, barred cells on either side of the corridor. Breathing can only be done through the narrow gap in front of the mouth and nose, with the smell of rust and dust, each inhalation is laborious and short, emitting a small "ho-ho" sound. 　　Like a carefully packed cargo, she was pulled by Su Qing towards the end of her destiny. Dignity, freedom, and even the most basic personality were all stripped away under this harsh bondage and humiliating torture device. 　　The corridor seemed to have no end. Only the ghastly white light overhead spilled down at intervals, lengthening and shortening their silhouettes, distorting them and projecting them onto the walls, as if staging a silent shadow play, with the play being escorted and tortured. 　　Su Qing did not turn around. She could clearly hear the gasps coming from behind her, muffled and agonized after being blocked by the hood, could hear the heavy sound of the chains dragging, and could imagine Lin Wan's wretchedness and difficulty at this moment. A mixture of the pleasure of justice being done and some deeper, more complex emotion surged through her chest. The victimized girls' pale faces, broken limbs, and the heartbreaking cries of their families were engraved in her mind like a brand. The seemingly beautiful and weak woman behind her was the culprit who caused all this! How could just such a little physical pain cancel out one ten thousandth of the sins she had committed? 　　Silence was like a constantly accumulating cloud, pressing down on the road to the execution ground. Su Qing suddenly felt that it was too cheap to let this demon go to her death so "quietly". She should have felt deeper fear, should have suffered more mental torture, and should have felt real, heartfelt remorse for the innocent lives she had taken before she died - even if she seemed as if she was already dead in the water. 　　A thought, as silent as a viper, burrowed into Su Qing's mind. She wanted to break the dead silence, to use words as a whip to lash Lin Wan's already numb soul, to carve the deepest brand of fear in the last moments of her life. 　　She slowed down her steps so that Lin Even could hear her voice more clearly. Her voice wasn't high, but it carried an icy penetration that was unusually clear in this silent corridor, each word like an ice pick, trying to chisel away at Lin Night's seemingly hard shell of defense. 　　"Know what?" Su Qing opened her mouth, her voice was calm, without ups and downs, but it contained a cruel meaning, "From here to the execution ground, there's still a short stretch of road. You can feel it well, this feeling of being tightly bound, every step is like stepping on the tip of a knife, and even breathing is a luxury." 　　Lin Evening's footsteps seemed to stagger for a moment, a very soft, hooded, distorted whimper escaping his throat, but he quickly resumed that hard, sustained movement. 　　Su Qing continued to speak, her tone even taking on a hint of cruelty that bordered on idle talk: "This 'strangling and binding', how does it feel? Now is just the beginning. When you arrive at the execution ground, you will be escorted to the gallows. At that time, the noose around your neck will be attached to a noose. The hangman will stand behind you ......" 　　Her gaze swept over Lin Evening's bare feet that were forced to stand slightly on tiptoe to maintain her balance, the heavy iron shackles still clasped around those slender ankles.

　　Several bailiffs wearing black combat uniforms and masks stood on both sides of the vehicle like icy shadows, their eyes were sharp, and when they swept over Lin Evening, who was being dragged out by Su Qing, they didn't have any emotional fluctuations, as if they were scrutinizing a special item that was about to be transported. 　　However, the most striking thing was not this strict guard, but a special "device" placed beside the escort vehicle. 　　It was a vertical, unusually narrow iron cage. The cage was made of black steel bars welded together, the thickness of which was comparable to an adult man's thumb, and the gap was so small that it could only accommodate a slender person who could barely stand in it. The inside of the cage was smooth, without any place to grip or lean on. It was tall enough to accommodate Lin Evening, but extremely harsh in width, practically hugging the contours of her body. And at the bottom of the cage, there was a pair of cold, hard-looking metal boot covers fixed in place, and the position of the boot covers made it so that the person standing in them had to keep their legs together and straight, unable to make any bending movements at the knees. 　　This was obviously a specially made transport restraint device for death row prisoners, designed to maximize the restriction of the prisoner's mobility and prevent any accidents from occurring during his transport. 　　Su Qing's eyes lingered on the iron cage for a moment, without the slightest ripple in her heart, but instead had a coldness of "this is how it should be". She pulled the rope and led Lin Wan to the front of the cage. 　　Up close, Lin Wan's state was even more miserable. Stepping barefoot on the cold and rough concrete floor with snow and ice remaining, her toes curled up and her back arched, her bare skin instantly turning blue and white. Clad only in a single thin undergarment, she shivered uncontrollably in the cold wind, a fine layer of goose bumps rising on her skin. The tightly bound body spasmed slightly from the cold and constant muscle tension, the rope strangulation marks growing more and more harsh on the pale skin. The gasps under the iron headgear turned into short white huffs, mixed with the constant flow of drool that formed a cold wet trail across her chest. Those eyes looking out through the grating were finally and completely taken over by an abyssal fear as they came into contact with this even more terrifying detention cage. 　　"Go in." Su Qing's order was short and forceful, without any semblance of negotiation. 　　Lin Even's body trembled violently and subconsciously shrank backward. This was her most obvious resistance since she was bound. An even more rapid and indistinct "ho-ho-ho" sound came from her throat, which was blocked by the iron plates and turned into a desperate wail. She shook her head, though the movement was extremely small and difficult within the confines of the headgear and neck ropes. 　　But her resistance was futile. A bailiff stepped forward in silence to assist Su Qing. One grabbed the knots of the ropes that bound Lin Evening's arms backward and lifted them upward, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes, while the other grabbed her shoulders and shoved her toward the iron cage. 　　"Wh-!" Lin Even let out a pained grunt that was suppressed to the extreme. The ropes around her neck tightened abruptly as her arms were lifted, and the suffocating sensation hit her instantly, her face turning from pale to an abnormal flush. 　　She was half forced into that narrow iron cage. 　　The process was extremely rough and unresisting. Her bare feet were forced into the cold metal booties at the bottom, the inside of which was smooth and hard, just enough to catch her ankles and feet, forcing her to keep her feet together, with the palms of her feet pressed flat against the bottom, leaving no space in front of her toes. Immediately afterward, the bailiff pressed down hard on her shoulders, applying downward pressure. 　　"Click." With a soft sound, a movable mechanism on the side of the cage fell down, and a hard metal cross plate stuck precisely at the root of Lin Wan's thighs, firmly fixing the lower half of her body inside the cage. At the same time, a similar device descended from the top of the cage, pressing down on her shoulders. 　　Now, her entire body was completely confined in this vertical iron coffin. 　　Su Qing loosened the traction rope and took a step back, watching with cold eyes. 　　Lin Wan was immobilized into an extremely standard and extremely painful position.

　　"It seems like this journey is still too easy for you." Su Qing's voice wasn't high, but it carried an icy penetration that clearly reached Lin Even's ears, even overpowering the noise of the vehicle and that agonized gasp. "So much so that you still have the strength to look at me with those eyes." 　　Lin Evening's body shuddered imperceptibly for a few moments, and a muffled whimper escaped her throat, like a defense or a desperate wail. She attempted to shake her head slightly, but this subtle movement immediately elicited a tighter pressure from the rope around her neck, causing her to let out a suppressed choking cough, her body trembling violently within the confines of the iron cage. 　　Subaru ignored her painful reaction. She circled around to the side of the iron cage, where an inconspicuous manual adjustment device was attached to the metal booties that secured Lin Night's feet. She reached out and gripped the cold adjustment lever. 　　"Since you still have extra energy, why don't you experience what it means to truly 'tiptoe'." Su Qing's voice was almost a whisper, but it carried an undeniable cruelty. 　　As soon as the words fell, she triggered the adjustment lever with force! 　　"Ka...ka ka ka ......" A subtle but toothsome mechanical transmission sound rang out. 　　The bottom of the metal bootie under Lin Evening's feet unexpectedly began to slowly and irresistibly tilt downwards! The front end lowered and the back end raised, forming an incline of about sixty degrees. 　　This change seemed tiny, but to Lin Even, who was absolutely fixed and whose entire body weight was pressed onto his feet, it was no less than a disaster! 　　Her feet were originally flat against the bottom of the boot cover, but at this moment, because of the tilt of the bottom, the soles of her feet were forced to slide forward, and only her toes and forefeet were able to barely touch the cold, smooth slanting surface! Her heels were forcibly lifted off the supporting surface, dangling in the air! 　　The weight of her entire body, which was originally shared by her entire foot, was now instantly transferred entirely to her slender, forced taut to the extreme toes and forefoot! 　　"Oooo...!!!" 　　A miserable grunt so wretched that it was deformed and smothered to death by the iron headgear erupted from the depths of Lin Even's throat. Her body bounced violently upwards as if she had been instantly energized with high voltage, only to be viciously suppressed by the shoulder fixtures at the top of the iron cage and the ropes on her body, only to turn into a violent and helpless spasm. 　　Pain! Drilling, piercing pain! 　　The joints of the toes seemed as if they were going to be crushed hard by their own weight, and the muscles and ligaments of the forefeet were stretched to their limits, sending out sharp pains like tearing. The muscles of her calves were madly spasming and twitching because of the extreme plantarflexion of her ankles, and the soreness and pain surged up in waves like a tidal wave, almost drowning her consciousness. 　　It wasn't just pain, it was an extreme, panic-inducing sense of imbalance. She had lost her stable point of support, her entire body weight sustained on the pathetic little bit of constantly slipping toes and forefoot. In order not to let her neck bear the entire weight directly, she had to frantically mobilize every muscle in her body, especially in her calves and feet, to maintain this shaky "tiptoe" position. 　　Her toes were gripped tightly on the smooth metal slopes, and her nails rubbed against the metal with a subtle "creaking" sound, trying to grab even the slightest bit of friction. The backs of his feet were as tense as a fully stretched bowstring, and his veins were exposed. The calf muscles were as hard as stone, but they were trembling violently and uncontrollably. The entire lower limbs, because of this enforced tiptoe position to the extreme, fell into a state of continuous burning pain. 　　And this, was far from over. 　　This forced tiptoeing instantly changed her body posture, and also broke the fragile balance of the previous neck rope. 　　The noose that was originally only compressing her throat was now deeply embedded in her neck, her airway was further squeezed, and breathing instantly became as difficult as tearing. 　　"Ha ...... ha ha ......" Her breathing became abnormally sharp and shrill, each inhalation was like a broken bellows trying to pull, but she could only inhale a minuscule bit of air. Her lungs were on fire from the lack of oxygen. The face under the iron headgear quickly shifted from its original agonizing flush to an abnormal greenish-purple color, and her eyes began to fill with blood. 　　She was forced to stand tall and painfully on tiptoe, the weight of her entire body shared between her toes on the verge of collapsing and the rope that was strangled deep into her neck. It was a cruel balancing act, a punishment that pushed physical torture to the extreme. Like a desperate swan suspended by the neck and touching the edge of hell only by her toes, she danced frantically on the tightrope of life and death, while every tiny tremor simultaneously intensified the tearing agony in her feet and the suffocating pressure in her neck. 　　Sweat poured like a stream from every pore in her body, instantly soaking her already soaked underwear and even running down the bends of her trembling legs and the tight curves of her calves, dripping onto the cold metal boot covers. Drool was running even more out of control, drenching along the lower edge of the iron headgear and pulling a sticky silver strand between her chest and the boot covers. 　　Her body shuddered violently under the extreme pain, like a dead leaf ready to crumble in a gale. Muscle spasms spread from her lower limbs to her abdomen, back, and even her arms, which were tied backward, trembled uncontrollably under the confines of the ropes. Each shudder caused the toes to slip on the incline, and caused the rope around the neck to strangle a little deeper, creating a never-ending cycle of agony. 　　Su Qing stood just outside the cage, watching all of this indifferently. She watched the slender ankles tremble slightly under the heavy pressure, and watched the calf muscles spasm and undulate uncontrollably like waves.

　　Su Qing crouched down and adjusted the power of the electric shocker to a level that was enough to cause intense pain, yet would not immediately lead to unconsciousness or serious organic damage. She was able to see the pair of painfully tiptoed bare feet clearly through the gap at the bottom of the iron cage. 　　"Taste this," Su Qing's voice trailed off with an almost cruel tenderness, "for all the laughter and life you've taken away." 　　Before the words fell, she violently pressed the metal probe at the front of the taser, through a thin gap in the grill, precisely onto the center of Lin Even's taut-as-a-rock, sweaty and slippery right foot! 　　"Zira--!" 　　A clear and ear-piercing burst of electricity rang out! 　　"Uhhhhhhhh-!!!" 　　A miserable scream, completely unlike a human voice and mournful to the extreme, violently erupted from Lin Night's throat, which was confined by the iron headgear! The sound was so shrill and agonizing that it even temporarily overpowered the noise of the vehicle, penetrating the iron cage and reverberating throughout the cargo hold. 　　The moment the electric current touched the sensitive skin on the center of her foot, Lin Wan's body reacted extremely violently! 　　Her legs, which were already trembling madly due to her forced tiptoeing, bounced violently upwards as if they had been hit hard by an invisible giant hammer! This was a completely unconscious and purely neurological reflex. Her knees instinctively wanted to bend in order to avoid the sudden, bone piercing pain. 　　However, the mechanical fastenings of the cage and the harsh rope bindings on her body mercilessly crushed her feeble attempts at resistance. 　　The metal crosspieces at the base of her thighs and the shoulder restraints at the top locked her lower and upper body firmly in an upright position. The arms tied behind her back prevented her from even distracting herself from the pain by flailing her arms. 　　So the instinctive bouncing, which was all she could muster, only turned into an even more brutal form of self-torture. 　　Her body violently lurched upwards, only to be pressed down by the sturdy iron cage and the restraints on her body, turning it into a desperate and frantic spasm. The weight of her entire body, in this instant, fell entirely on the rope that was strangled deep into her neck, and the pair of feet that were forced to stand on tiptoe and were suffering from the electric shock! 　　"Click ......" An extremely subtle, yet creepy crunching sound came from her neck. It was unknown whether it was a groan from the extreme pressure on the collar bone, or the sound of the rope fibers tensing further. 　　The noose around her neck was strangled to the extreme in this instant, and her windpipe was completely crushed. The scream ended abruptly, cut off in her throat, leaving only a choking "gurgle" as her throat was completely blocked. Her eyeballs bulged outward violently, and the blood instantly filled the entire whites of her eyes, her face changed from greenish purple to a horrible, almost black, deep purple. 　　Her feet, on the other hand, were even more devastated after enduring the double torture of the impact of her full body weight falling and the constant electric shock. The toes and forefeet that were forced to stand on tiptoe, under the huge impact and the stimulation of the electric current, transmitted a severe pain as if they were crushed inch by inch. The muscles of the calves and thighs were like being stabbed and churned by countless red-hot sharp blades at the same time, the spasms reached their peak, and the muscle fibers seemed to break in a wail. 　　The electric shock lasted about three seconds. 　　When Su Qing removed the electroshocker, Lin Wan's body felt as if all her bones had been instantly drained away, and she collapsed violently and softly. However, she was still secured by the cage and the ropes, so this "collapse" could only be manifested as a complete loss of control of the muscles in her entire body and even more violent, seizure-like trembling. She hung like a puddle of mud on the torture rack, and only the violent spasms that swept over her from time to time proved that life had not yet departed completely. 　　Drool gushed out of the corners of her mouth like incontinence, mixing with the small amount of mucus choked out of her nose due to the extreme pain, and dripping onto her chest and the cold metal. Sweat was even pouring out like a waterfall, soaking her entire body as if she had just come out of the water. 　　Her breathing almost stopped, and it took several seconds before she let out an extremely weak, blistering sounding, sigh-like inhalation, followed by an even weaker and harder exhalation. The face under the iron headgear was deathly gray, and only the corners of her eyes continued to well up with physiological tears, washing away the sweat and stains and leaving two clear wet marks. 　　Su Qing stood up and coldly looked at the effects of the electric shock. She saw that the location on the center of Lin Even's foot where she had been electrocuted had left a small, scorched-red dotted mark, and the muscles around it were still twitching slightly and uncontrollably. Seeing her state of complete collapse, where even maintaining basic consciousness seemed difficult.

　After a brief, almost soul-crushing sense of darkness and weightlessness, consciousness was as if it had been reinserted into a burning, taut, and on-the-verge-of-breaking vessel. 　　The first thing to revive was the sense of touch, or rather, the ubiquitous torture that touch carries. 　　The sensation of suffocation was the first clear and unmistakable signal. The throat was strangled by a rough hemp rope, the knot stuck precisely below the throat bone, and every attempt to inhale only brought the sharp pain of a compressed trachea and a meager amount of air. The lobes of the lungs were like boulders pressed down on them, burning with thirst for oxygen, but only capable of short, futile undulations. The edges of his vision had begun to blacken and his ears were ringing shrilly. 　　This was followed by a sharp pain, maddening enough, from the feet and lower extremities. The feet were forced up on tiptoe, the weight of the whole body pressing down on the toes and forefoot which had long been overburdened. The joints of the toes were crushed by their own weight, and the muscles and ligaments of the forefoot were in constant pain. The calf muscles were as hard as iron, but they couldn't control the violent spasms and trembling, and the soreness and pain were like a tidal wave, hitting the faltering consciousness in waves. A hot, dull ache came from his ankle as it was pressed against the edge of the cold, hard metal bootie. 　　Then came the pressure and constriction of full-body bondage. The arms were clipped behind her back, the ropes sinking deep into her flesh, strangling her wrist bones and arm bones, and the shoulder joints felt as if they were being torn apart, as if the two arms had long since ceased to belong to her. Behind the rope crisscrossed, tight pressure on the spine and ribs, every breath is accompanied by rope and cold steel friction, bringing new pain. The ropes in front of his chest were also deeply sunk in, compressing his chest cavity and making breathing even more difficult. The strangling noose was linked to the bindings behind him, and any small movement - even an instinctive shudder from the pain - immediately translated into deeper pressure and suffocation in the neck. 　　An iron headgear on his head, cold pieces of iron clinging to his cheeks and mouth and nose, obstructing vision and dividing the world into shattered grids. Drool puddled and flowed uncontrollably, dripping down his chin onto his bare chest, wet and cold and sticky, bringing an unspeakable sense of humiliation. Breathing was only possible through that narrow gap, smelling of rust and his own saliva, each inhalation labored and short. 　　She was absolutely confined in this narrow, vertical iron cage, like an insect sealed in amber, subjected to a dynamic, constant lynching. Every lurch of the vehicle was transmitted throughout her body through her stiff legs and spine without cushion, jolting her internal organs as if they had shifted, and the ropes behind her and the cage wall in front of her rubbed and squeezed her long-scarred flesh in the vibrations. 　　This ...... this is ...... 　　Consciousness coalesced with difficulty in the extreme pain, trying to understand this unimaginable situation. 　　This was not her body! 　　This suffocating pain, this tiptoeing extreme torture, this oppressive feeling of her entire body being tightly bound, this heavy iron headgear on her head ...... this was clearly ...... was everything Lin Night was enduring! 　　However, why is the feeling so clear? So real? As if this body that was undergoing torture was her Su Qing's own body! 　　She violently tried to open her eyes, her vision blurring through the grill of the iron headgear to look outside the cage. 　　She saw ...... herself! 　　That "Su Qing", who was wearing a straight police uniform, with a straight and heroic posture, was standing outside the iron cage! However, that "Su Qing" is now holding the cargo hold wall, face pale, eyes filled with a very different from her usual, mixed with horror, bewilderment, as well as a trace of ...... unspeakable weird eyes. 　　Four eyes relative. 　　Outside the cage, "Su Qing" looked at the brutally bound and painfully trembling body inside the cage, and her eyes flickered violently, as if she had seen the most unbelievable and horrifying thing in the world. She subconsciously raised her hand, touched her face, looked at the police uniform on her body, and then looked incredulously at the iron cage. 　　And the Su Qing inside the cage - or rather, the Su Qing who was occupying Lin Wan's body at the moment - was like being struck by a shocking thunderbolt the moment she came into contact with that look! 　　It wasn't her own eyes! She would never look at someone with that kind of look mixed with shock, bemusement, or even a hint of hidden smugness! 　　A thought, preposterous in its absurdity, yet the only explanation, burrowed like a viper into her brain, confused by pain and lack of oxygen-- 　　Soul Swap? 　　She and Lin Evening ...... soul swapped?

　　"Let me see," Lin Evening said in Su Qing's voice, mimicking the calm and cruel tone she had used before, "Is your ability to endure worthy of your status as a police officer?" 　　She raised the stunner and adjusted the power to the same level that Su Qing had used before. Through the gap in the grating at the bottom of the iron cage, she was able to clearly see the center of Su Qing's right foot - the square inch of skin, because of the long hours of tiptoeing and soaking in sweat, had long since become pale and sensitive, with greenish-purple veins clearly visible under the nearly transparent skin, and the toes curled up stiffly from the weight they were bearing. 　　"Zira--!" 　　Blue arcs of electricity jumped between the probes, emitting a toothsome sound. Without hesitation, Lin Wan precisely pressed the probe, which was flickering with the light of death, onto the center of Su Qing's right foot! 　　"Uhhhhhhhh-!!!" 　　A miserable scream that was completely unlike a human voice, poignant to the extreme, violently erupted from Su Qing's throat that was imprisoned by the iron headgear! 　　It was an even more violent reaction than the pain Lin Evening had experienced before. Because at this moment, Su Qing was not only enduring the searing pain of the electric current, it was also superimposed with the muscle tearing brought about by the forced tiptoeing, the suffocation brought about by the strangulation of the neck, as well as the oppression of the whole body being tightly bound. The electric current was like a catalyst, instantly detonating all the accumulated pain. 　　Su Qing's body underwent an extremely violent spasm! It was a pure, uncontrolled nerve reflex, and her legs instinctively wanted to bend and curl up in order to escape the piercing pain. But the mechanical fixtures of the iron cage and the harsh rope bindings on her body mercilessly crushed this instinctive resistance of hers. 　　So, this bouncing, which came from the desire to survive, only turned into an even more brutal self-torture in the end. 　　Her body violently lurched upwards, only to be pressed down by the sturdy iron cage and the restraints on her body, turning into a desperate and frantic spasm. The weight of her entire body, in this instant, fell entirely on the rope that was strangled deep into her neck, and the pair of feet that were forced to stand on tiptoe and were suffering from the electric shock! 　　"Click ......" 　　An extremely subtle, yet soul-crushing crunching sound came from Su Qing's neck. She clearly felt her cervical vertebrae undergoing pressure beyond its limits in an instant, letting out an unbearable groan. The rope that was strangling her throat tightened to the extreme at this moment, and her windpipe was completely flattened, and the mournful screams came to an abrupt end, being strangled in her throat, leaving only a suffocating "gurgling" sound of her throat being completely blocked. 　Under the double torture of the impact of the whole body's weight falling down and the continuous electric shock, there was a sharp pain as if being crushed inch by inch. The toes and forefeet that were forcibly stood on tiptoe, the ligaments and muscles wailed under the huge impact and the stimulation of the electric current. The muscles of the calves and thighs were like being stabbed and churned by countless red-hot sharp blades at the same time, and the spasm reached its peak. 　　The electric shock lasted for a full three seconds. 　　When Lin Wan removed the electric shocker, Su Qing's body felt like all the bones had been instantly drained away, and she fell down violently and softly. However, she was still secured by the iron cage and the ropes, so this "collapse" could only be manifested as a complete loss of control of her entire body's muscles and even more violent, seizure-like trembling. She hung like a puddle of mud on the torture rack, and only the violent spasms that swept over her from time to time proved that life had not yet departed completely. 　　Drool gushed out of the corners of her mouth like incontinence, mixing with the small amount of mucus choked out of her nose due to the extreme pain, and dripping onto her chest and the cold metal. Sweat was even pouring out like a waterfall, soaking her entire body as if she had just come out of the water. 　　Her breathing almost stopped, and it took several seconds before she let out an extremely weak, blistering sounding, sigh-like inhalation, followed by an even weaker and harder exhalation. The face under the iron headgear was deathly gray, and only the corners of her eyes continued to well up with physiological tears, washing away the sweat and stains and leaving two clear wet marks.