"Ah——,ah——" A roar that was not like a human voice came from the end of the dark and damp prison. The prisoners in the prison were all pale with fear as they listened to the screams.
The timid prisoners did not even dare to whisper to each other. They buried their heads between their legs and held them tightly with their arms, as if they could avoid this crazy sound.
In the cell closest to the dungeon door, there was a big man with a beard sitting on straw. Although this room was far away from the torture chamber, when the screams came from far away, the muscles on the big man's face twitched involuntarily.
The scar that slants across the bridge of the nose to the ear also twists, like a strange snake.
The man in brocade clothes sitting opposite him had a pale face, and big beads of sweat were dripping down his temples. He was helpless in the screams, looked up at the bearded man, and smiled bitterly.
He said in a trembling voice: "I heard that Brother Qiu is a good man in Dongcheng who rolled over mountains of knives and fished out copper coins. But has he ever experienced anything like this?"
The big man with the beard had a ridge of flesh protruding from his cheek, and he blew out a stream of air from his nose: "In the forty-third year of Jiajing reign, a certain family visited Wanping County.
Ten times and two slaps on the head - not a single word was uttered."
When the big man spoke, he seemed to recall the pain of being in court in the past, his eyes were a little hollow, and the fierce look on his face was somewhat restrained.
The man in gilded clothes opposite said: "When Mr. Long Qing was in charge, only boards and sticks were allowed in the hall, and nothing else was allowed. After the reform, confessions have become a matter of inspection, and beatings will start as soon as people are detained - I heard
Now we have all kinds of tricks." After saying this, he took a deep breath and hugged his trembling legs with his arms.
The man surnamed Qiu saw that he was a bit stubborn and couldn't help but show a little contempt and said: "Brother Hu is also one of the best men in Miyun. He has never suffered any physical pain in these years?"
The man in gilded clothes pulled up the sleeve of his right arm with his left hand, revealing a series of circular scars and said: "This was burned with charcoal fire when I was registered in Mentougou. To be honest, it hurt for a while, and then it went numb.
Then there was a sharp pain - I never went to court or received a beating."
After speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at the big man surnamed Qiu and said, "Brother Qiu, tell me, can I resist the gang?"
The big man surnamed Qiu twisted the scar on his face a few more times, and said hoarsely: "It's different from scalding with charcoal fire. This thing hurts the bone marrow, which is very uncomfortable. I'm not afraid of Brother Hu's jokes. I peed and pooped the last two times."
"Liu." After saying that, he said, "I shouted louder than the guys inside."
When the man in gilded clothes heard what he said, his body trembled slightly. The man surnamed Qiu lowered his voice and said hoarsely: "There is a saying in the prison today that there is no king with an iron hook; if there is no iron broom, if you meet an official, you will be punished in a moment
See the King of Hell."
After hearing this, the man in gilded clothes said in a trembling voice: "What... do you mean?"
The man surnamed Qiu grinned and said: "Last month, a government official lived in this room, and he told me that among the people under Tianlu Prison, Wang Tidiao used the best iron hooks; iron brooms
The one who used it best was Zhang Tidiao, but both of them were bloody - if there were no injuries on the outside, it would have to be Fan Tidiao who was 'opened and promoted'."
"You know what Kaijiaguan is, right?"
The man in brocade clothes was sweating profusely and nodded. The big man surnamed Qiu curled his lips and said, "These are all just to scare people. If you ask me, death penalty is easy to endure, but living punishment is hard to endure."
He glanced at the man in gilded clothes and said: "Last year I heard that Brother Hu Yong had been sent to Daning. It turns out that he has never left the capital. It seems that the rumors in the world are not credible."
Hearing this, Hu Yong smiled bitterly and said: "It was sent out. I was sent back again by the prison. I just entered the prison of the Ministry of Punishment yesterday. Why did Brother Qiu come in?"
The big man surnamed Qiu said: "My name is Qiu Ren. Brother Hu can just call me by my name. I used to be the companion of Mr. Du Liu in Dongcheng, but later I left Mr. Liu and worked alone, but I accidentally killed someone in a fight. Alas, it's unlucky.
Who would have thought that the young lord would stand up for a bitch and not stop punching her? I would kill her with just one punch."
Hu Yong was startled and said, "Who did you beat to death?" Qiu Ren smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know. I just heard that it was the grandson of an earl named Li. I have already finished the sentence and am waiting to be beheaded."
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Hu Yong sighed a few times, then glanced at the big palm-fan-like hands of the bearded man, and said: "Brother Qiu, do you have no idea about your fists? Who can take a hit with this big fist?"
Just as the big man surnamed Qiu was about to speak, he heard a creaking sound at the end of the dungeon corridor, the iron door opened, and then there was the sound of clattering iron chains dragging the floor - the tortured prisoners came out of the execution room.
Hu Yong stood up from the straw and looked into the corridor, but could only see the middle part of the corridor at the farthest. After a while, the sound of the clattering chains, accompanied by the groans of the tortured people, got closer and closer.
Hu Yongcai used the dim light of the oil lamp to see him sideways from inside the fence.
This man was young, with disheveled black hair, and his lips were bitten. One of his legs was able to walk normally, but the other leg could not support his body normally, so he could only move around with the help of the guards around him.
When he reached the cell door, the jailer outside the iron gate took out the key and opened the cell door. Hu Yong took a look at the tortured prisoner and found that his elbows and right knee were covered with blood, and the rest of his body was covered with blood.
There are no obvious injuries.
He suddenly had the courage to ask: "Ahem! Brother, have you recruited him?"
The man who was being tortured glanced at him sideways: "I didn't do anything, what am I doing?" Hu Yong laughed twice and asked again: "Does it hurt?"
The man spat blood on Hu Yong and said, "Fuck your mother!"
The jailer who escorted him was amused by Hu Yong: "Master Hu! Don't be ridiculous. This guy is not a bitter insect, he is a real man!" After saying this, he gave a thumbs up.
When Hu Yong heard about it, he also gave a thumbs up to the prisoner to show his respect. At this time, the cell door had been opened, and the tortured man was taken out. Before he went out, he turned to Hu Yong and said: "What if
It’s not unjust, you took action as early as possible to save yourself the suffering.”
...
Hu Yong spent the day in an uneasy mood. At dusk the next day, someone finally interrogated him - the boot he had been waiting for these two days finally fell to the ground.
After being escorted into the torture room and taking a look at the torture instruments all over the wall, Hu Yong was speechless at first. Then he smiled and said: "Master, please don't torture me. Can't I do it?"
Na Tidiao snorted coldly and pointed his hand towards the bed in the execution room. Hu Yong was shocked when he saw this and struggled hard, but he was able to get past the powerful jailer. After a while, Hu Yong's limbs spread wide and he was already
He was tightly bound by iron chains in the box bed.
Hu Yong shouted: "You really don't need to cover it - I'll do it. Master, I really do it!"
The jailer here holding the lid of the box bed asked: "Master Fan, is this lid covered?" When Hu Yong, who was lying in the box bed, heard that Ti Tiao's surname was Fan, he struggled like a fish on the chopping board.
While struggling, he shouted that he was wronged.
Fan Tidian snorted coldly, and gently covered Hu Yong's face with a piece of moistened mulberry paper, covering his mouth and nose. Hu Yong whined repeatedly, but it was of no use - and then it was stuck again.
the second one.
After five pictures, Hu Yong's body twisted desperately for a while, and then he pushed up hard. His legs began to tighten and became straighter and straighter. Then a muffled belch came from under the mulberry paper and came from the box bed.
There was a stench.
Fan Titiao tilted his head, and gently peeled off the hardened mulberry paper from Hu Yong's face. The mulberry paper had formed a lifelike face mold, and the colors on the painting were the ferocious-looking robbers of Miyun Coal Mine.