Chapter 1131
Chapter 1131 Fighting First for Votes (1)_1
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In the small dark room, enduring ten days alone is not something an ordinary person can attempt.
But, for a sniper, it is essential.
This time, the test was one of psychological quality.
The soldier standing beside Flossie Wright, holding the keys in his hand, said indifferently to Flossie.
Flossie glanced at him and entered the door calmly.
The soldier’s expression was serious; he took a step forward, dragged the door over, and locked it with great speed.
This was an iron door, with a small window in the middle that was always locked, only to be opened when delivering meals.
"How was her mood when she went in?"
Once the soldier had locked the door, Ella Pemberton came over and asked with a light smile.
Thinking for a while, the soldier said, "Very calm."
"Not nervous, not worried, not anxious?" Ella asked in detail.
"Mm," the soldier nodded but quickly added, "Although, every time they go in, they’re like this. Whether they can really endure these ten days, that’s..."
The soldier didn’t finish his thought.
Of course, Ella Pemberton understood.
Being locked in a small dark room is no joke.
One might survive the first day or two, but over time, if you can’t hear any sounds, can’t see the sunlight, can’t communicate with the outside world, and can only talk to yourself...
That’s no ordinary torture.
Over an extended period, one might even experience a mental breakdown.
She believed in Flossie Wright’s mental strength, but until that moment came, no one knew if Flossie could last until the end.
"Captain Pemberton, do you really intend to keep them locked up for ten days?" the soldier asked, his worry quite evident.
They were newcomers just starting sniper training; using this approach so early on seemed excessively harsh.
He was in charge of these small dark rooms and was naturally all too aware of their dangers.
"No need," Ella Pemberton shook her head, smiling, "Let’s see how long they can last."
Her words implied that as soon as anyone gave up, she would be released.
The soldier agreed with this approach.
In the room.
Flossie took half a minute to look around inside.
All four sides were walls, with no windows, and the only exit, the locked door, was so secure that no matter how capable she was, she couldn’t escape from here.
The soundproofing was so effective she couldn’t hear a thing.
The room contained only one bed, on which a neatly folded military blanket lay without a single wrinkle.
After thinking for a moment, Flossie lay on the bed, covered herself with the blanket, and decisively fell asleep.
In such a place, with nothing to do and no one to observe, sleep was the only pastime she could think of to pass the time.
Three days later.
Ella Pemberton came by early to inquire about their status with the soldier.
"All three are relatively stable emotionally. The one in the first room slept for two days, then watched ants; the one in the second room has a regular routine and her own ways to pass time, as for the one in the third room..."
At this point, the soldier’s brow furrowed slightly.
The first room held Nancy Phillips, the second Jessie Grain, and the third Flossie Wright.
Noticing his hesitation and considering Flossie’s unique presence, Ella’s brows knitted together, "What about the third room?"
"Well," the soldier sighed, "I haven’t seen her at all these three days."
— End of Chapter 1131 —