Black Flag Camp station, torture chamber.
Zhou Guangcai and Jia Sheng were still the only two torturers in the camp. There are not many cases in the Black Flag Camp right now, and there are no plans to expand the torture team for the time being, so their days are much more leisurely than their colleagues in the guardhouse. When they have nothing to do, they usually hold tea and sit back on the recliner for most of the day. , they have gained a layer of weight over the past few months, and the two of them sometimes look forward to having something to do.
As a result, something really happened in the evening, and a well-dressed young man with tender skin and tender flesh was brought over. It was the young master of the Wen family who was thrown into the dungeon before.
Looking at the torture catalog handed over at the same time, Zhou Guangcai and Jia Sheng looked at each other and smiled, finally having fun.
Those who work in the torture industry will not be able to last long if they do not regard torture as "fun", so these people will be called killing talents with both praise and derogation.
"Brother Zhou, this man's cultivation level is not low! He is at the ninth level of Qi Refining and has reached the Great Perfection! He is about to enter the God Gathering Realm! He is only nineteen years old, which is amazing!"
"So what? Are you still being manipulated by us like my grandson? Hurry up and put the pillar up, suppress his cultivation first, and then remove the soul-suppressing talisman and the plate lock. Be careful not to cause trouble."
"Don't worry, Brother Zhou. If this can go wrong, I won't be able to do this."
Jia Sheng hung the person on the cross pillar, and then activated the soul-suppressing restraint on the cross pillar. This thing was specially prepared for monks. It can suppress the monk's cultivation to ensure that it will not be used during torture. to offset the pain.
After being excited about the Soul-Suppressing Restriction, Jia Sheng took off the Soul-Suppressing Talisman and the plate lock attached to Mr. Wen's body, because these things were no longer needed.
"You are brave!"
After getting rid of the lock, the Wen family master was finally able to speak. His first sentence was a violent shout with a livid face. In his opinion, Jia Sheng and Zhou Guangcai were just looking for death. They dared to strip him of his clothes and tie him to a pillar. Go on, this is absolutely humiliating!
"Speak well if you can, and don't make trouble for yourself!" Jia Shengsheng raised his arm and slapped him in the face, blocking Mr. Wen's last words with a loud bang. We're all here, still not sure of our position? This white-faced scholar is still a little stupid.
The cultivation level has been suppressed to almost nothing, but the physical strength of the monk is still there. A slap from Jia Sheng will not damage the person, but the dignified son of the Wen family was actually slapped in the face for a disagreement. This directly upsets the mentality.
"You, you, you! You are dead! You are dead!"
The remaining sanity was instantly wiped out by a slap in the face. The young master of the Wen family roared hysterically, his eyes turning red with anger.
"Pah!" Jia Sheng was not interested in talking nonsense to such an energetic fool who didn't know how to restrain himself. He raised his hand and slapped him again, and he slipped a leather whip from the shelf next to him.
"Brother Zhou, can you serve him some side dishes first? How about salt water red strips?"
"Okay, you do it first. I'll write up the torture file. It's easier to fill in each one when asked." Zhou Guangcai wrote something with his pen without raising his head.
When Jia Sheng saw Zhou Guangcai nodded, he immediately grinned and took the whip and soaked it in a small bucket nearby for a while.
Inside the bucket is concentrated salt water. The whip soaked in water can reach the flesh only when whipped, and every blow can leave enough energy.
He raised his hand, swung it, and whipped it, then swung it down violently. The water-soaked whip hit the flesh with a snap, and instantly there was a red whip mark two fingers wide. This is the origin of the side dish "Salt Water Red Strips".
Generally speaking, the salt water red bar will be pumped one hundred times, and then the intensity and type of torture will be determined based on the condition of the victim.
Just as they were being whipped a hundred times, Shen Hao and Wang Jian pushed open the door of the torture chamber, waved their hands to Zhou Guangcai and Jia Sheng to stop being polite, and took a chair and sat in the corner as if they were watching.
Seeing Shen Haodu come over in person, Zhou Guangcai and Jia Sheng naturally wanted to express themselves in front of Shangfeng, and they used their skills frequently. The torture tricks in their hands seemed to have a weird and cruel charm.
"What is your name?"
"You are dead, you are all dead!"
"Oh, he's in good spirits. Jia Sheng, just give him a hard meal!"
"Okay!"
After a long meal...
"What is your name?"
"you......"
"Jia Sheng, if you add another tough dish to him, he will still go down the third route."
"Wait a minute, I, ah!"
After another meal...
"What's your name?" Zhou Guangcai's voice was as gloomy and careless as ever.
"Wen, Wen Renhai."
"Why are you kidnapping people on the street? What is your purpose?"
...
Confessions one by one, some of the above questions deliberately brought Wen Renhai's behavior of kidnapping people on the street today closer to the previous series of disappearances. They were full of "speculations", but they did not directly link Wen Renhai's behavior to the previous series of disappearances. He was beaten as an "accomplice", but he was left with leeway.
"Two copies of this file will be printed, one will be sent to Tang Baihu, and one will be sent to Chen Baihu in Fengri City. The original will be temporarily placed in the private files of Black Flag Camp."
"Understood. Then... people from the Wen family?"
"Don't worry about it. If the Wen family can't even receive this information, it won't be a worry. As for Wen Renhai and others, they continue to be detained in the dungeon and the security is strengthened. No one can come without my signature. See you, do you understand?"
"yes!"
Wang Jian had just reported away the two rubbings of the files, and within the time of a stick of incense, the news spread like wildfire within the Xuanqing Guards in Licheng. This is a relationship that Wang Jian did not deliberately keep secret as ordered, and it also shows that the reputation of the "White Mountain Wen Family" is still very conspicuous.
Tang Qingyuan even called Shen Hao to his private room angrily, with a very ugly expression on his face.
"What on earth do you want to do!"
"Sir, my subordinates are just enforcing the law impartially. Wen Renhai kidnapped people on the street and drugged them. The witnesses and physical evidence are there, as well as Wen Renhai's own confession. This case..."
"Okay! Don't be careless with me. I know very well that you, Shen Hao, are not committing fraud about the case. What I'm asking is why you provoke the Wen family when you have nothing to do!"
"Sir, Wen Renhai kidnapped my slave for no reason and beat my housekeeper to death. Was he the one who provoked me first?" Shen Hao stopped fighting with Tang Qingyuan and expressed his unhappiness frankly.
Tang Qingyuan was not annoyed by Shen Hao's tone. On the contrary, in his opinion, Shen Hao's unabashed attitude was indeed what "one of his own" should look like.
"The Wen family has always been domineering. This is nothing new. Three years ago, they even dared to beat up the gatekeeper of Fengri City. What does it mean to cripple your housekeeper? However, your boy is so bold that he grabbed Wen Renhai Why don't you make preparations? You don't really want to break up with the Wen family, do you?"
"Sir, we are just handling the case impartially, why should we talk openly? The Wen family is powerful. If I can persuade Chen Baihu to let him go, I have nothing to say."
Tang Qingyuan pulled up the corners of his mouth when he heard this, not knowing whether it was a smile or a bitter smile.
