"Uh-huh!"

"Snapped--"

On March 22nd, when the clouds were moving in all directions, accompanied by a scream in the middle of the night, a man with bruises all over his body appeared in the narrow and dark Nanzhen Fusi Prison.

"Tell me, who are your accomplices..."

Behind the dim candlelight, Hou Guoxing, who was leaning on the armchair, lowered his head and smelled the aroma of tea in the damp cell with a hint of decay.

Behind him, two imperial guards Qianhu stood, and in front of him, an official who had been whipped all over his body was slumped in front of a wooden stake. His hands were tied by chains and he could not sit on the ground and could only hang in the air.

The messy hair was covered with blood. If it weren't for the rising and falling of his chest, others might have thought he was dead.

"Don't tell me?" Hou Guoxing took a sip of tea and said without raising his head after a moment: "Continue..."

"Snapped!"

The long whip soaked in salt water continued to beat him, but in the face of such beatings, the man did not say a word, and for a time the torturer thought he was dead.

After a while, Hou Guoxing stood up impatiently and said:

"Trash, you don't even know how to use torture!"

After that, Hou Guoxing stood up and walked to the official, rolled up his sleeves and said:

"I know you civil servants want to save face and endure severe torture for the sake of Fuyu descendants, but Nanzhen Fusi's methods are not limited to these..."

"Hang him up!"

As Hou Guoxing spoke, the man was immediately hung upside down by other Jinyi guards and his face was revealed.

If you look carefully, this person is none other than Gu Dazhang, a member of the Criminal Department who was working with Zuo Guangdou and Yang Lian on one of the Huaibei famine cases.

Gu Dazhang was hung up, and then Hou Guoxing had someone hang him up on a sloping bench, with his head and feet on top.

Before Gu Dazhang could take a breath, a wet cloth soaked in water covered his mouth and nose. Gu Dazhang choked on the influx of water as he breathed, and subconsciously struggled hard to breathe.

But at the same time, because he had not eaten for several days, his stomach acid surged due to his posture, and his trachea was stimulated by the acid reflux, constantly urging Gu Dazhang to cough.

Such a cough is very fatal when covered with water cloth. After a period of struggle, Gu Dazhang's consciousness began to fade, and everything became quiet but suddenly...

Suddenly, Gu Dazhang felt his body shake. He was hung upside down, the wet cloth from his mouth and nose was also taken away, and the stomach acid gushing filled his nasal cavity.

"Ahem..."

The moment he coughed, stomach acid splashed all over Gu Dazhang's face.

The gastric acid flowing out also irritated his eyes, making him feel dizzy.

Hou Guoxing used a candle to approach him. After noticing that his eyes were distracted, he immediately asked: "Speaking of which, who are the party members..."

"..." Gu Dazhang did not respond, which made Hou Guoxing instantly angry:

"Isn't it iron-clad? Then I'll let you be iron-bone!"

After that, Hou Guoxing took a piece of iron wire from the hands of the person next to him, then held the iron wire with a rag, heated the iron wire red with a candle, pointed it at Gu Dazhang's cheek, and with a puff, forcefully inserted the iron wire into Gu Dazhang's cheek.

Wear the other side out.

“Uh!

!”

Gu Dazhang gained some energy and let out a howl of pain, while Hou Guoxing took the wire and pulled it out of his cheek, then put it back in, repeating it many times.

Then he took out several wires, pierced Gu Dazhang's cheeks repeatedly, and built a wire frame in Gu Dazhang's mouth, trapping his tongue in it.

Any movement like this would almost tear Gu Dazhang's cheek apart, and in order to vent his anger, Hou Guoxing seemed to not care about Gu Dazhang's life or death at all.

He took out a new piece of wire, burned it red on a nearby candle, and then very carefully punctured Gu Dazhang's armpits, ribs, and inner thighs repeatedly.

In the end, he seemed to feel that this was not enough, so he immediately asked someone to bring him a bronze mirror that was large enough to illuminate his whole body, and then placed it in front of Gu Dazhang so that Gu Dazhang could admire his appearance.

Gu Dazhang, who was unconscious, looked at the people in the mirror who were covered with twisted wires. He was a little confused and couldn't even recognize that the person in the mirror was himself.

But whenever he lost consciousness, Hou Guoxing would come over with a pamphlet and say:

"Use a red pen to circle the names on this one by one. I will let you out after completing the circles..."

Hou Guoxing smiled, and Gu Dazhang responded with a mouthful of blood.

Blood foam spat on Hou Guoxing's face, causing Hou Guoxing's expression to lose control instantly. He stood up and was about to draw his sword, but Gu Dazhang turned his head and there was no movement...

"This... Qian thing, he is dead..." Qianhu squatted down and tested his pulse and breathing with his hands. Finally, he looked up at Hou Guoxing and swallowed hard.

"It's useless..." Hou Guoxing looked at the dead Gu Dazhang and didn't bother to do anything to save him, but said directly:

"It's better to die without any evidence. Use his hand to press the indictment." Hou Guoxing wiped the blood on his hand with a handkerchief, then threw the handkerchief on the ground, turned around and walked out of the cell.

In the dark corridor, wails and roars came one after another. Regarding these sounds, Hou Guoxing sneered and turned towards the innermost cell.

But when he asked someone to open the cell door, Wei Liangqing appeared behind the door. The two looked at each other and frowned at each other.

"These Donglins have quite tough mouths..."

Wei Liangqing wiped his hands and walked out, while Hou Guoxing said:

"It doesn't matter if he's hard or not, all he needs to do is press his fingerprints."

"It's a solution, but it's hard to explain to uncle." Wei Liangqing wiped his hands, but frowned and became worried about Wei Zhongxian.

Although he is Wei Zhongxian's nephew, he also knows that if this kind of death without proof has reached the level of a three-level trial, I am afraid that Wei Zhongxian will not hesitate to throw him out and treat him as an abandoned son.

"Don't worry, my foster father and the others are busy with other things right now. How can they care about Donglin's life and death..."

Hou Guoxing said, and also said in passing:

"I will talk to my mother when the time comes, and my adoptive father will not pursue it too closely. As long as we clean up Donglin, it will be fine."

"It's not easy to clean up. Yang Lian, Zuo Guangdou, Yuan Keli, Sun Chengzong, Xu Guangqi, and Sun Yuanhua probably won't be able to move..." Wei Liangqing knew very well who could and who couldn't move.

These six people are more or less related to Zhu Youjian. If they are touched, it will inevitably arouse Zhu Youjian's anger.

Zhu Youjian's anger... is something they can't bear...

"Then except these four people, try attacking others." Hou Guoxing thought for a while, and then thought of a good way:

"First find a few people who will make His Highness King Qi happy..."

"You mean..." Wei Liangqing narrowed his eyes, and Hou Guoxing slowly said:

"Gao Panlong..."

——————

"boom!"

"Master, it's not good, Jin Yiwei brought someone to knock on the door."

When the sound of violent door kicking rang out in the third lane of Guanshan Lane, Wuxi, South Zhili, in the early morning of March 23, the head of Gao Mansion, who ran from the front yard to the backyard in a hurry, rushed to Gao Pan, who was standing in the pavilion by the lake in Fuyuan.

Long Zuo bowed and saluted.

"What are you panicking about..."

Gao Panlong looked haggard at this moment, standing at the ferry port of the pavilion with his back to the manager, looking at the green pond in the mansion in front of him, his back was hunched, and he felt indescribably lonely.

After a while, he fumbled for a handwritten letter from his arms, handed it to the director and said:

"Take this handwritten letter to Madam."

"This..." The manager was at a loss for words. He didn't understand how his master still had the heart to engage in such lovemaking when the royal guards came to the door.

However, as a slave, he still accepted the handwritten letter.

When he took over the handwritten letter, Gao Panlong waved his hand:

"Take Madam and the others to the main hall in the front yard and wait for a search. If the Jin Yiwei breaks down the door, let them come to the backyard to look for me."

"Yes..." The manager was a little worried. He always felt that there was something different about his master today, but he couldn't explain it.

He could only follow Gao Panlong's words, go to the backyard to find all Gao Panlong's family papers, and take them to the meeting hall in the front yard.

When he finally led people to the meeting hall, the Jin Yiwei of Wuxi Baihu Institute also led people to break in. The leading Jinyiwei Baihu also walked into the courtyard with a straight face and one hand on the Yan Fei Dao at his waist:

"According to the order of the factory owner, please Gaodu please come with us."

"My husband is waiting for you in the backyard..." When many family members were frightened and speechless, Mrs. Gao, who was in her fifties, took the initiative to come out and responded politely to the official Baihu.

This kind of etiquette also made Baihuguan's attitude much better. He bowed to Mrs. Gao and said:

"Ma'am, don't be surprised, we are just on errands as ordered."

After that, he led a few people towards the backyard, but found no trace of Gao Panlong.

"Baihu, there's none here!"

"Not here either!"

"Hundred households! This..."

Suddenly, in the silence of the crowd, a guard in royal robes stood in the pavilion and stopped. This behavior also attracted the attention of hundreds of officials.

He hurriedly led the people to the pavilion and saw six big characters written on the pillars of the pavilion, and the long-dead Gao Panlong floated in the lake.
To be continued...