Tea was drank from pot to pot.
Han Du began to feel as if he had become a human-shaped kettle.
And Mao Xiang's face became more and more ugly as time passed, and the expression on his face became stiffer and stiffer. He had no choice but to invite Han Du to drink tea, completely losing the confidence he had when he sat down just now.
In Mao Xiang's view, she was just a female official, so how could she be tortured to extract confessions? I'm afraid if she were caught in this prison and shown various torture instruments, she would be so frightened that she would pee and tell all the eighteen generations of her ancestors.
But the reality was completely different from what he thought. After such a long time, there was no news at all.
With a cold look on his face, Mao Xiang snorted and ordered the people outside the door. "Go and see what's going on. Why is there no news after so long? Ask Tong Ping to come see me."
Soon, a man in black clothes walked in. He must be the Tong Ping mentioned by Mao Xiang.
"This subordinate has met your Excellency."
When Mao Xiang saw Tong Ping coming, he was not polite to him and asked sternly: "What's the matter with you? You're just a female official. How come there's no news at all?"
Tong Ping was also furious, but the female officer couldn't pry her mouth open, so there was nothing he could do. "Sir, I have used all the punishments that should be used on this subordinate, but apart from screaming in agony, she refused to speak even a single word. I, my subordinates, have nothing to do."
"Trash!" Mao Xiang's face suddenly became confused. It would be okay if Han Du was not here, then it would be their own internal matter anyway and would not have any impact.
But Han Du was here today, and the embarrassing scene in front of him spread out, so how would he, Mao Xiang, see anyone in the future? He, Mao Xiang, handles special things for the emperor. If people know that he can't do anything with a woman, then who will be afraid of him?
He scolded Tong Ping, because with Han Du here, Mao Xiang couldn't continue to have an attack, otherwise wouldn't Han Du see his joke?
Mao Xiang turned towards Han Du and said with a smile: "It seems that I have met a tough guy. Why don't you, Mr. Han, go and have a look with me?"
Han Du just didn't want to continue drinking tea, so he might as well go and take a look. Han Du also wondered how this female official was seduced into doing such an earth-shattering thing.
Then he stood up and motioned to Mao Xiang, "My lord, please go first."
Mao Xiang smiled and nodded slightly, leading Tong Ping ahead. As he turned around, the smile on Mao Xiang's face gradually faded, becoming extremely gloomy and cold. His handsome face gave people a sinister and evil feeling at this moment.
Tong Ping swallowed secretly, bowed his head and followed closely without daring to say a word.
When we arrived at the place of torture, the layout was the same as what we had seen in Korean movies. In the same middle is a large burning stove, which is still burning charcoal. There are also several red-hot iron drills placed in the stove. The surrounding walls are covered with all kinds of strange and sharp things. There is a long table in front of him, with various small knives, whips, iron brushes, clamps, pliers, etc. placed on it. There are also several large torture instruments placed in the corners. Looking through the flashing firelight, it seems that you can see countless scenes of blood flowing on them and dripping along the torture instruments. It is obvious that these torture instruments have experienced many times. people.
A wooden cross was erected behind the stove, and the female official was hanging on it by both hands. The original palace clothes on the female officer's body had long been taken off, and now she was only wearing a plain white undershirt. There were blood stains on the undershirt, obviously from being whipped more than once. The female officer was hanging there with her hair disheveled, motionless. If they didn't know she was still alive, they might have thought she was dead.
Han Du was invited by Mao Xiang to sit down on a chair with a smile. Han Du politely thanked him and sat down on the chair next to him, leaving the center seat to Mao Xiang.
But Mao Xiang did not sit down. Instead, he came directly to the female officer and pinched her face.
"Do you think that because the emperor doesn't want you to die, I can't do anything to you? Let me tell you, the emperor doesn't want you to die because he wants you to confess. If you think that you won't die as long as you don't confess, then I I will let you know that sometimes death is the only way to escape, but living is suffering. I will tell you to live but not to die, and say, who ordered you?"
Mao Xiang scolded him angrily, but what he got in return was the calm look in the female officer's eyes. To Mao Xiang, this look was a mockery of him.
"Okay, you're really good at it, right? I'm going to see if your skin is as hard as your bones today."
After saying that, he casually pulled out a red-hot iron drill and shouted sternly: "I will scald your skin inch by inch to see if you say it or not."
"Sir!" Seeing that the master was about to take action, Tong Ping hurriedly spoke out. It's not that he is soft-hearted and sympathizes with the female officer, but he has experience and knows that if the female officer is subjected to such a punishment under such circumstances, there is a high possibility that she will not survive.
Once the female official died and they couldn't get a confession, how could they explain it to the emperor?
Mao Xiang also knew this, but he was really mad now, so he started to act without hesitation.
"Master Mao, please move slowly." Han Du suddenly said.
Han Du doesn't like such a bloody environment. This does not mean that he is timid, but that some people are naturally disgusted with such an environment. The fishy smell is disgusting. If the smell of barbecue was added to it, Han Du thought he would run away.
Han Du once thought that he was brave enough not to be afraid of such things. It wasn't until I was in college that I was taught a lesson. At that time, he took an anatomy course. Han Du thought he was just dissecting some frogs and rabbits, so he didn't pay much attention. In addition, I met the teacher in the first class. She was a cute girl in her twenties and forties, who looked very cute and cute. She had prominent measurements, a face with oval seeds, and no eyes. In addition, she looked like a vulnerable girl with every smile. Like a frightened little white rabbit. This caused the engineering class, which had only three girls in the class of thirty people, to roar like ghosts and wolves, and the table was slapped with a loud roar.
After all, there are more wolves than meat. Meeting such a top-notch beautiful teacher is like a scene that only appears in animated movies. It is understandable that the crowd will be excited. The eyes of all the male students in the class were green, not knowing whether they were imagining a chance encounter or a chance encounter.
But the beautiful teacher who looked so harmless taught Han Du a lesson he would never forget.
I saw the beautiful teacher specially selected a classroom with a small space, and waited until everyone entered the classroom to prepare.
