However, faced with the glare of the artifact's mirror, Bone Tiger, who had just been suffering terribly, suddenly fell into a deep coma, as if triggered by some mechanism, and no matter how the torture device whipped his body, he remained unresponsive.
"Sir, it's still ineffective..."
The person holding the mirror respectfully reported to the chief interrogator seated in the back.
The man seated behind them had a fat head and a round face, fat as a ball, and especially short, only about half the height of an average person, resembling a dwarf.
Yet the cruelty and indifference on his face seemed as though he had experienced many things, possessing a unique inhuman quality of the chief interrogator, as if stripping away human emotions, now only mechanically performing interrogations.
"Switch to the next Truth-telling Instrument."
"...Sir, this is our last High-level Truth-telling Tool. If we switch again, it will be low-level stuff, even less likely to be effective..."
