The feeling of being stared at by a venomous snake came back instantly. His whole body stiffened 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 seen 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, picked up the tea cup and blew it slowly, without even looking at Bao Cheng, he 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, why don't you torture him like this? 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 walked coldly to the other torture instruments.
Bao Cheng took a look at all the strange torture instruments and felt that today was really an eye-opener. He actually saw so many treasures whose names were only heard but whose shapes were not seen.
He saw Han Changmu holding a dagger, more than three feet long, shaped like a dragon, with a cold light. He shook three times for no reason, and immediately shouted preemptively: "I know, I know this, this is used Come to be chopped alive."
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows in surprise, put down the dagger, and slowly stroked the long whip next to him with his fingers.
Before he could open his mouth, he heard Bao Cheng say hurriedly: "Well, that whip is soaked in chili pepper water. It's the most sour and refreshing whip."
Han Changmu said softly "Oh" and looked at Bao Cheng playfully: "I didn't know that this whip had such a magical effect. It seems that Mr. Bao is not only well-informed, but also well versed in the method of torture to extract confessions. In Qimen, It’s really unfair to waste my time, it’s time for me to work for the Department of Internal Health.”
Bao Cheng sighed secretly.
Am I crazy? Instead of exorcising evil spirits and catching ghosts in Qimen and being admired by others, I went to the Internal Security Department to inspect hundreds of officials and made others despise me. Isn't this sick?
He was thinking this in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face. When he met Han Changmu's solemn gaze, he couldn't help but be covered in cold sweat, his face was pale, and he was shaking like a dead leaf in late autumn.
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.
Bao Cheng has always followed the facial features. Whoever is good-looking is right. When he saw Han Changmu at first, he was also scared, but he couldn't stand Han Changmu's amazing appearance. He still yearned for it. .
Although Han Changmu was usually cold and solemn, he still had the smile of a living person, but today, he looked like the King of Hell, which was terrible.
No matter how good-looking the King of Hell is, it is useless! !
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 tall shadow fell from above his head, and Bao Cheng couldn't help but become a little shorter.
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.
I don't know how long it took, but Bao Cheng almost rolled out of the door of the Department of Internal Security Prison. He was covered in dirt. He didn't know whether it was blood, mud or the broken meat that fell from the 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.
He Zhenfu walked up to Bao Cheng with an umbrella, pulled him up, and said to the guard next to him: "Send Mr. Bao to the mansion."
Bao Cheng was so cold from the cold that his lips turned white. He turned to look at He Zhenfu with desolate eyes: "Where's A Yao?"
He Zhenfu choked and turned his head without saying anything. How could he not have any feelings after working together for so long? He couldn't bear it, but the rules in the Internal Security Department were ruthless. It was useless for anyone to say anything for such a big crime.
Without waiting for He Zhenfu's reply, Bao Cheng chuckled sadly and staggered away behind the inner guard.
He knew very well that Han Changmu must have become suspicious if he acted like this today. Even if he didn't say anything just now, everything he did revealed his guilty conscience.
I'm afraid what happened today cannot be simply done for good.
The charcoal basin in the execution room had been extinguished, and Han Changmu was stuck in the bed, motionless with coldness all over his body.
Bao Cheng is a scholar after all, and he must have some character as a scholar. Han Changmu didn't expect to get anything out of his mouth, but when he actually asked him, he realized that he was so hard-core that he was so damn hateful. .
I really want to kill Bao Cheng, what should I do?
No wonder the loyal ministers throughout the ages are not favored by saints and their words are too unpleasant.
The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor. Han Changmu suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head stiffly, looked at He Zhenfu who walked in hastily, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What did he say?"
He Zhenfu lowered his head and replied, "I just asked where Yao Canjun is?"
Han Changmu was quiet for a moment, stretched his sleeves, and walked out.
A man hurriedly ran out from the rain. His withered yellow raincoat was washed by the rain and shone. The raindrops swirled along his bamboo hat and fell down.
He ran quickly, and his rain boots hit the puddles heavily and forcefully, causing water to splash everywhere in an instant.
He ran to Han Changmu and wiped a handful of cold rainwater on his face. His face was white with the cold and his eyes were piercing. It was Meng Suige who was soaked all over. He saluted calmly and said: "Sir, subordinates, please wait. A man was caught in Jingyang County, and he claimed that his name was Wang Zhong."
"Wang Zhong?" Han Changmu raised his voice and asked in surprise, "Is it Wang Gui's nephew, Wang Zhong, who he adopted as his godson?"
Meng Suige concentrated and said: "My subordinates have done a rough review to find out whether he claims to be true or not. I have already avoided outside eyes and ears and brought him back. We will know after a first trial."
Han Changmu said coldly: "Take him down and interrogate him strictly. Don't let him die."
This rainy night is destined to be a sleepless night, and I don’t know how many people have difficulty falling asleep.
At dawn, it had rained all night and then stopped. The morning light rolled leisurely, and every flower and tree was as fresh as a wash.
The so-called secret prison is a single room made of molten iron. It has no windows and only an iron door several inches thick. Once the iron door is closed from the outside, even if you have the ability to reach the sky, it will be difficult to fly. It has always been used by the Department of Internal Security. To detain serious criminals.
Another use of this secret prison is to keep people awake all day and all night.
The sound of wind and rain outside last night fell on the ears of the people imprisoned in the secret cell, and it was like thunder rolling and the mountains shaking, and the deafening sound did not stop for a moment.
Yao Yao sat in the dark prison all night, accompanied by violent noises. Whenever he felt sleepy and just closed his eyes, the sound was like a broken gong, ringing heavily in his ears. One knock, and the sound tore through my head.
She clicked her tongue, the sound was comparable to the magic sound of square dancing, it was so refreshing.
She has always been someone who can stay up late. In her previous life before she traveled through time, it was no problem for her to stay up late to play a supporting role in a movie, or to stay up late to catch up on dramas and play games. But that was of her own free will, and she was happy to stay up until her eyes turned black. But now she It was forced.
This is the same as the top students taking the initiative to learn and the bad students being forced to study.
Even if you break the leg of a bad student, you won't be able to get into Tsinghua University and Peking University, and you will only be so angry that you have a myocardial infarction.
She moved her body in the dark prison, her whole body was stiff, and even her bones ached.
This secret prison is really a torturous place. It's just that the noise pollution is serious, but the place is so small that it's outrageous.
When a person is imprisoned, he cannot straighten his back when standing up, cannot straighten his legs when sitting down, and has nowhere to rest his knees when sitting cross-legged, let alone lying down, there is no place to lie flat.
She patted the cold iron wall, shook her head and smiled bitterly.
Fortunately, she was a thin person and could curl up helplessly into a ball. If a fat person had come in, she would have suffocated to death.
It seems that proper weight loss can save life at critical moments.
