Seeing this, Han Changmu was stunned for a moment, and then felt a sense of joy that even he had not noticed took over his heart.
As Sun Ying said, the piece of soft silk he found on his body was a very short piece. It seemed that the break was torn off abruptly and then swallowed by Wang Gui.
But Yao Yao's shadowless thread was obviously intact.
He thought that Yao Yao was not the only one in the world who had shadowless silk.
He slowly handed the shadowless silk to Yao Yao, raised his eyes, opened his mouth, but said nothing.
He knew that his heart was selfish, and he was willing to believe her even if there were many doubts. But in fact, even if the shadowless silk was intact, he would not be able to remove her suspicion.
The sky was so cloudy that it started to rain without even realizing it. It was the kind of drizzle that silently soaked the sky and the earth.
The lamp in the corridor was swaying in the rain, and the dim light became increasingly hazy and warm.
The green bricks on the ground have long been soaked by the rain, and there are some shallow puddles. The fine raindrops fall into the water, causing little splashes.
The rain became heavier, and the wind became more and more rapid and crazy. The sound of beating on the window lattice was like thunder, waking up the two people in the small room who were relatively speechless.
Han Changmu suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "He Zhenfu."
He Zhenfu responded quickly and pushed the door open, bringing in the damp rain and mist.
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao steadily and said in a calm voice: "Take Yao Canjun to a secret cell and do not leak any information to the outside world."
Hearing this, Yao Yao raised his lips and let out a faint smile, but his whole body relaxed.
He Zhenfu said "Ah" and turned to look at Yao Yao, who looked indifferent, and then looked at Han Changmu, who was expressionless. He quickly lowered his head and said yes.
Walking out of the small house, Yao Yao faced the dense rain and looked up at the sky.
The raindrops became heavier and heavier, hitting the roof tiles with a tinkling sound. The usually cold interior looked a little more charming in the rain.
She squinted her eyes and walked into the rain without hesitation.
He Zhenfu took the oil-paper umbrella erected in the corner, opened it and placed it over Yao Yao's head: "Yao joins the army."
Yao Yao turned around and smiled, but pushed He Zhenfu's hand away and followed He Zhenfu to the so-called "secret prison" despite the wind and rain.
She wiped her cold face soaked by the rain, and through the heavy rain curtain, her figure gradually disappeared.
Han Changmu watched He Zhenfu come back wet, and asked gloomily: "Where is Bao Cheng?"
He Zhenfu whispered: "It has been brought in."
Han Changmu closed his eyes and said, "Take him to the torture chamber."
"..." He Zhenfu couldn't take a breath and almost choked to death.
What is his young envoy going to do? A mass killing spree.
Crazy this is.
Bao Cheng was pulled out from under the quilt by He Zhenfu. He usually didn't go to bed so early, but the weather was bad today. It was raining, which was perfect for sleeping.
He was brought into the Department of Internal Health with a lot of anger on his forehead. Through the heavy rain, he saw the large iron door of the prison of the Department of Internal Health and the lantern in front of the door, and his anger suddenly disappeared.
He turned his head and glanced at He Zhenfu, who was covered with chills. The cold light on his saber was particularly cold. He shuddered involuntarily and chuckled twice: "He, Mr. He Qi, what are you doing?"
He Zhenfu glanced at Bao Cheng and said, "Young Master, please invite Mr. Bao to watch the show."
Upon hearing this, Bao Cheng subconsciously wanted to run away.
Don't be ridiculous. If you go to the prison of the Department of Internal Health to watch a show, he is afraid of his life or not.
His legs were trembling uncontrollably. He wanted to run, but couldn't. He watched helplessly as the two guards pushed open the door of the prison, revealing the stone steps going down one by one. They were dark and eerie, making people feel sad. shudder.
He heard He Zhenfu utter two emotionless words: "Let's go." He followed and took two steps. As soon as he stepped down the steps, a chill climbed up from his feet, and he shivered twice more.
He asked tremblingly: "He, Mr. He, can you, can you allow me to put on some extra clothes? It's a bit, cold..."
He had just said half of the word "cold" when he met He Zhenfu's cold eyes. He immediately swallowed the remaining half, pursed his mouth tightly into a straight line, curled his neck and walked down.
This was the first time he walked into the prison of the Department of Internal Health. Hearing the sound of shoe soles grinding on the blue bricks, he felt chilly and curious about how this notorious prison of the Department of Internal Health was different from other places.
He had seen how terrifying Jin Yiwei's prison was on a TV show, and he thought that the most terrifying thing was prison.
The prison of the Department of Internal Health is a deep pit dug underground, which is equivalent to the basements in Baocheng's previous life. However, there are many window-like vents in the basement, but the prison of the Department of Internal Health has only one window. None are open.
The more Bao Cheng walked, the more eerie he felt. The thick smell of blood and rotten smell filled the surroundings, reminding him of a slaughterhouse inexplicably.
Walking through the long corridor, he didn't see half a cell, let alone a prisoner. He thought silently, wondering if this cell was like the one in the TV series, covered with thin moldy and rotten straw. Living with rats, bedbugs, and smelling urine, feces, and decay for days can drive a person to lose all sense of smell.
He thought again, wondering if the prison of the Department of Internal Health had single rooms.
When he reached the end of the corridor and smelled all the smoky smells along the way, Bao Cheng finally couldn't bear it any longer. He covered his heart and held on to the stone wall while retching.
He Zhenfu looked at it coldly, showing some pity, shook his head, and urged in a cold voice: "Go quickly, don't wait any longer, go quickly."
Bao Cheng forced himself to move forward and followed He Zhenfu into an empty hall.
The smell of blood in the hall suddenly became thicker, and the temperature was a bit higher than in the corridor.
Bao Cheng lowered his head, and the corner of his eye flickered in the hall. He was so frightened that he didn't even dare to make a sound.
This place was obviously a torture chamber, with various torture instruments hanging on the three walls. In the middle of the torture chamber was a row of iron torture racks, covered with dried black and purple blood and hair.
He was silently speechless and tortured to extract a confession. He really had no human rights.
He suddenly felt a chill on his back, and quietly raised his eyes to see Han Changmu sitting on the bed facing the execution rack, sipping tea slowly and squinting at him with a cold look.
His whole body suddenly became stiff and his heart was filled with chills. He didn't know which leg to step on first. He shook his hands and bowed and saluted: "I have met the young envoy."
Han Changmu nodded with a deadpan smile and pointed to the bed next to him: "Sit down."
How could Bao Cheng dare to sit down? He waved his hands frantically, as if his hands had been burned by boiling water: "No, no, no, no, sir, just tell me what you say. I will definitely do it if I am late."
Han Changmu seemed to smile and picked up the tea cup.
He blew slowly, without even looking at Bao Cheng, and just said quietly: "I don't have any orders, I just want to invite Mr. Bao to watch a show."
Bao Cheng's legs were shaking so much and his lips were shaking so much that he could hardly utter a complete sentence: "Look, what show are you watching?"
Dear mother, why do you want to watch a show in such a bloody and cruel place?
Could it be that he was going to play the role of being quartered by five horses and cut into pieces with a thousand swords?
The charcoal pot in the middle of the execution room was burning brightly, and Han Changmu's face was a little distorted in the firelight. He stretched out his sleeves, stood up slowly, and asked Bao Cheng in a low voice: "Have you seen Mr. Bao's Baixi?"
Bao Cheng was stunned for a moment.
Damn it, did Han Changmu really invite him to watch the show?
Han Changmu walked slowly to the front of a row of soldering irons, took one off, put it in the firelight of the charcoal basin and soaked it for a long time, then lifted it up until it was red, and waved it in front of Bao Cheng: "Mr. Bao, have you ever eaten roasted mutton? ?" He clicked his tongue: "When this thing is burned on people, the taste is more fragrant than roasted mutton."
Bao Cheng vomited, dear mother, don't do this to him, he never wants to eat barbecue in his life.
Han Changmu watched Bao Cheng's expression change. He twitched the corners of his mouth, took a step to the side with a non-smiling smile, and picked up a sharp iron brush.
Bao Cheng's eyes lit up, and a cold light flashed in his heart. He suddenly raised his voice and said, "I, I, I know this. This is called the punishment of grooming. Boiling boiling water is poured on a person's body, and then the skin is brushed with this thing. ."
Han Changmu said "Oh" softly, with a high and cold ending, but his smiling expression was even more terrifying than his usual cold expression: "Master Bao is indeed well-informed, he even recognizes the torture instruments in the Internal Security Department. "
Bao Cheng smiled bitterly.
He is clearly well-informed. It is obvious that the directors and screenwriters of the TV series are well-informed and have made these torture instruments so fake that they look real.
Han Changmu threw away the iron brush and coldly introduced the two torture instruments to Bao Cheng. He was forced to sweat all over his body, his face was pale, and he was shaking like a dead leaf in late autumn. Then he stopped and looked at him solemnly. he.
Bao Cheng finally understood Han Changmu's intention of letting him go.
This was to scare him to death, so that he completely lost his willpower.
He took a breath and forced himself to calm down as quickly as possible.
But it's so difficult. He really can't do it without shaking or being afraid. The reality is a thousand or ten thousand times scarier than the TV series.
He reluctantly spoke out, and his voice was already out of tune: "Oh, my lord, you, you, you, you, ask, ask."
Han Changmu knew very well that Bao Cheng was on the verge of collapse. He pushed him again and said everything.
He narrowed his eyes and walked up to Bao Cheng.
The heavy rain was pouring down, getting heavier and heavier, pouring on the tiles and the ground. The rumbling sound was like a giant wheel rolling over, and it was almost as if the ground was shaking.
Bao Cheng almost rolled out of the door of the Department of Internal Security Prison, covered in dirt. He didn't know if it was blood, mud, or bits of flesh that had fallen from torture.
He staggered into the rainstorm, gasping for breath with his mouth wide open, greedily and frantically sucking in the fresh air.
The rain kept falling, soaking him in an instant.
He looked up at the sky. The heavy rain had made the surrounding area extremely clear, and the air was fresh and pleasant, but he suddenly felt nauseated.
He immediately fell to his knees in the puddle, digging his fingers into the gaps between the bricks, and retched again and again.
