"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 heard the screams.
The timid prisoners did not even dare to whisper to each other. They buried their heads between their legs and protected them tightly with their arms, as if they could avoid this crazy sound.
In the cell closest to the dungeon door, a tall man with a curly beard sat on the 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, causing a scar that stretched diagonally across the bridge of his nose to his ear to twist, 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. He looked up at the bearded man and smiled bitterly.
He said with 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. Has he ever experienced anything like this?"
The big man with the beard had a ridge of flesh protruding from his cheeks, and he blew out a stream of air from his nose: "In the forty-third year of Jiajing, 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, these confessions have become a matter of inspection, and beatings will begin 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 went numb. Then there was a sharp pain - I didn’t go to court and was beaten.”
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: "Peering is different from burning with charcoal fire. This thing hurts the bones of the bones, and it's unbearable. I'm not afraid of Brother Hu's jokes. I peed and pooped the last two times." Liu." After saying that, he said, "You shouted louder than the guys inside."
When the man in brocade clothes heard what he said, his body trembled slightly again. The man surnamed Qiu lowered his voice and said in a hoarse voice: "There is a saying in the prison today that the iron hook will not meet the king; the iron broom will not be seen, but if you meet the official official, you will meet the king of hell in an instant."
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, an official lived in this room, and he told me about it. Today, there are many tiotiaos in the prison, and the best ones for iron hooks are Wangtiotiao; iron brooms The one who used it best was Zhang Tidiao, but both of them were bloody—if the one who didn’t show any injuries on the outside had to be Fan Tidiao who was ‘opening and adding official posts’.”
"You know what Kaijiaguan means, 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."
Hu Yong smiled bitterly when he heard this 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 went it 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 beating 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've already finished the sentence and am waiting to be beheaded." ——”
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 from 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 prisoner came out of the execution room.
Hu Yong stood up from the straw and looked into the aisle, but he could only see the middle part of the aisle at the farthest. After a while, the sound of the clattering chains, accompanied by the moans of the tortured man, got closer and closer. Only then did Hu Yong use 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. He could only move around with the help of the jailer 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. No obvious scars.
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 speaking, he gave a thumbs up.
When Hu Yong heard about it, he also gave the prisoner a thumbs up 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, "If you are not unjustly accused, you should have done it as soon as possible to save yourself the suffering."
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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 chamber and looking at the torture instruments all over the wall, Hu Yong was speechless at first. Then he smiled and said: "Master, please don't use torture. Can't you do it if I do?"
Na Ti Diao snorted coldly and pointed his hand towards the box bed in the execution room. Hu Yong was shocked when he saw this and struggled hard, but he was able to get past Kong Wu's powerful jailer. After a while, Hu Yong's limbs were spread out and he was firmly restrained in the box bed by iron chains.
Hu Yong shouted: "There's really no 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 closed?" When Hu Yong, who was lying on 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 and screamed, but it was of no use - and then a second one was posted.
After five pictures, Hu Yong's body twisted desperately for a while, and then he pushed up hard, his legs began to tighten, getting straighter and straighter, and 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. .
