David Duran remained unmoved, and the situation took a turn for the worse.
The vassals were all surprised, and Oliver himself was even more shocked. Even in his dreams, he never dreamed that the word "torture" would one day be associated with his name. Old Mr. Duran immediately wanted to pounce and tear the secretary to pieces - this was simply outrageous! When had his poor little Oliver been dared to lay a finger on him since he was a child? Who are you, a dog slave, to dare to instigate his own brother and say you want to torture him? !
But old Mr. Duran obviously didn't tear it into pieces. The guards were all paying attention. As soon as old Mr. Duran was about to make a move, they all set out energy lines and quickly locked him secretly.
Of course, the other old gentlemen in the family were also surprised. They were not as inflexible as old Mr. Duran, but David's attitude towards Oliver had such an important turn, which they did not expect. , for a moment, there was no other way to think of except secretly regretting that I had not killed someone earlier and put myself in the trap of catching a turtle in a jar.
——Master Oliver, is that someone who can withstand torture? There is no need for any serious punishment. Once the whip comes down, he will have to answer ten questions! !
Brick moved his mouth and couldn't help but ask Heller in a low voice: "Why hasn't Helena arrived yet?"
Heller was also distraught. "Yeah, why haven't you arrived yet!" He whispered to himself, staring straight at the executioner in the center, "He is obviously at the manor, he should have arrived a long time ago! Before the celebration started, I still I went over there specially and told her not to run around!"
Brick narrowed his eyes: "Is there someone of yours among the executioners? Just kill Oliver without stopping!"
Before Heller could say anything, Lu Beisong next to him was the first to turn pale in shock: "Are you crazy? If you dare to do something like this under the eyes of the master, you are just asking for it. He is a hypnotist!"
Heller's eyes flashed, and he trembled like a shudder. He suddenly woke up and said with lingering fear: "Let's take a look first. We may not be able to actually do it."
——Yes, can David Duran really bear to watch Oliver being brutally tortured by a lowly and despicable executioner? That's his biological brother!
At this time, the executioner had already begun to prepare for the torture. Because their status is so low and humble, and they are engaged in such a cruel and chilling art work, all the executioners look dull, stupid, and lack political vision. They don't know how to consider trade-offs other than criminal law, and they will take action as soon as the order comes. Therefore, the equality of all living beings can be realized in simple unity on their torture platform. No matter whether they are kings or beggars, they are all the same person on the torture platform.
The audience hall of the spaceship is not an interrogation room. There is no torture platform or execution rack in the room, but this does not trouble experienced executioners. They found a gold tower decorated with hollow carvings - it was more than two meters high, with a column at the top and a trapezoidal base. The whole body was hollowed and carved, and there were also burning spices inside - they poured out the remaining spices and then put the gold The tower was erected in the center of the room, and a circle of moisture-proof mats was spread around it to prevent blood from flowing out and staining the carpet during the execution.
A slightly thin executioner wore white gloves and took out a lead-filled torture whip from a portable torture box. Metal wires, rigid nylon and traditional vines were twisted together ferociously. The nameplate stated that it weighed five kilograms, which was not very heavy. The executioners agreed with the old gentlemen and believed that for a delicate boy like Oliver, one round of whipping was enough to send him away, and they did not even have to waste their energy on him. Use a heavy whip, lest his flimsy flesh and blood are not enough to feed him and kill him on the spot - of course, if he unexpectedly has the courage to withstand the whipping, then it will also be very easy to use the hollow carved gaps on the golden tower to carry out cannon burning and Ling Chi. Cheap thing.
All in all, the poor boy would confess on his improvised torture stand, and soon he would confess, alive.
The executioners put Oliver on his simple torture platform. Although Oliver's superficial superpowers were not considered by the executioners, they still put energy-suppressing bracelets, shackles and a neck collar on him according to the rules. After putting it on, they spread Oliver's legs and locked his feet to the two sides of the trapezoidal base. Then he pulled his arms around the cylinder from both sides and cuffed his two handcuffs together on the opposite side. At the same time, he fixed the handcuffs to the cylinder at a height that allowed him to keep his arms straight. As a result, Oliver looked like a sloth squatting half-crouching with his arms around the tree trunk, fixed on the golden tower - and he was a sloth wearing a gorgeous evening dress.
A stout executioner stepped forward and grabbed the collar with a little force. In one breath, all of Oliver's clothes were stripped off to the soles of his feet, and his smooth flesh jumped out like a peeled egg, leaving only a few strands of cloth. The silk hangs from the crook of the arm. The sturdy executioner immediately dodged to the side, and the whip of the thin executioner behind him swung down like thunder and lightning. The man on the torture rack didn't even have a chance to breathe, and he hit the body hard, making a loud and stern sound.
Thirteen years since the establishment of the David-Dulan sect, the whip of the family executioner finally fell on a blood relative of the Dulan family for the first time. This blow seemed to break a certain spell, making everyone's hearts tremble, as if they had been whipped together with Oliver. Old Mr. Duran looked innocent and almost fainted. Of course the other old gentlemen didn't feel good either, but because Oliver was not their son after all, they could barely maintain their composure and didn't pass out together.
As for Oliver himself, who was whipped, he had been screaming since the executioner put him on the torture table, but when the whip came off, his screams stopped and he fainted. Immediately after the second whip came down, earth-shattering wails were squeezed out of his throat, and he came to life again.
Gu Hanhan closed her eyes for a moment, even though she had been viciously hating and loathing David's bastard brother as a victim before, and she wished she could go down and give this little brat who deserved a beating a few whips. But when the whip was actually whipped, she was so frightened that she closed her eyes tightly, her back tightened, and her whole body shivered uncontrollably, as if the terrifying whip had hit her. She hugged David's arm tightly, gritting her teeth and not daring to let go. David's hand reached out and touched her face, then took her hand.
David's hands were warm and dry, soothing Gu Hanhan's frightened soul. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Oliver's back, extending from his shoulders to his hips. The ends of his braids were rolled up to his thighs. There were two vicious whip marks that crossed each other and sunk deeply into his flesh, as if they had made two big gashes on his body. The fascia and dense white bones are vaguely exposed on both sides of the shoulder blades where they enter the whip.
Gu Hanhan said "Ah", his legs became weak, and sweat rushed out of his pores. She is also someone who has been tested in small movies for a long time. It is not that she has never watched restricted movies. But it was so shocking to see that no realistic projection in front of me could compare to reality. She can't bear it anymore!
David's hand came up to cover Gu Hanhan's eyes, and he seemed to have turned back to tell the attendant to take her to the room first. Gu Hanhan bit her lip, pushed David's hand away, and shook her head with a pale face. She didn't want to leave yet, and she couldn't just leave and hide in the room to wait for David to tell her the result.
After Oliver was whipped, he lost all his air of aristocratic young master. He screamed like a slaughtering pig. The screams resounded through the sky and could not be stopped, so that the interrogation could not be carried out at all. The thin executioner whipped him hard again, slapping him shut.
The director of the Secretariat then took the opportunity to interrogate: "Did you send the assassins? Did you send them to assassinate Miss Gu?"
This suddenly reminded Oliver that he finally thought that he could still confess, so he immediately confessed: "I sent him, I asked them to assassinate him!"
"Why do you do this?" the secretary immediately asked, "be specific!"
"I hate that woman!" Oliver cried out, "It's that hateful mistress who took away my brother. I want to kill her!"
In order to urge Oliver to confess quickly, the executioner turned the direction of the whip after the director of affairs asked the questions, selected a place on Oliver's body that was thick enough to bear the whip, and began to slap his buttocks hard. The whip struck closely, with a strong sense of rhythm. One whip was stacked on top of the other, and each blow took away a piece of flesh, leaving a blood groove. One blood tank is next to the other, and each one is different.
The whip whipped quickly, and Oliver answered quickly as if there was a crazed wild boar poking his buttocks: "It's Ramsay! A messenger came to the island to deliver a message, and my father said in the letter that I was not allowed to go home to participate." During the celebration, he also said that after the new year, my brother would send me to a training camp. I was so angry, it was all because of that mistress! When Ramsay found out that the mistress was going to Yingxing tonight, I sent everyone around me out. Kill her!"
Ramsay is Oliver's butler, taking up the post after the Autumn Feast incident. It seems that he was unable to resist the torture and interrogation of the Secret Service, and committed suicide out of fear of guilt as early as when Oliver escaped. But it doesn’t matter if he dies. A monk who can run away cannot run away from the temple. Even if Ramsey dies, the people who recommended him will still be there. If the people who recommended him also die, then the people who have promoted him and used him in important ways over the years will still be there. Not all the people who have interacted with him are dead. If you continue to trace them slowly, you can always find clues. There are people in the Secretariat to ask questions, but Mr. Director does not need to do it himself.
When the old gentlemen heard Oliver's method of asking for a confession, they were so angry that they all geared up, wishing they could go up and get whipped for Oliver.
This is such a waste. How could you expect such a waste in the first place!
The old gentlemen knew very well that Oliver was a good-for-nothing weakling who could not withstand the torture, but the good-for-nothing who poured beans through a bamboo tube after three whips still severely set the limit of their endurance - wasn't it just a little painful? Why can't I just grit my teeth and close my eyes? The man above is your brother. As long as you hold on, can he really beat you to death?
The secretary still refused to let Oliver go and asked sternly: "Where is your accomplice? Who is he? Tell me!"
The old gentlemen looked at each other and both gritted their teeth: We can't wait any longer!
