The executioner was like a fierce ghost, beating Oliver until he cried like a ghost. The director of affairs transformed into the Tenth Palace Yama, and kept asking: "Who is your accomplice?! Your accomplice! Quickly attack!"
Oliver looked like a kid who had been put in a frying pan, and he had been wronged so shockingly that he had no complicity!
"No, no!" he howled hoarsely, "I didn't want to kill my brother, I wanted to kill that damn mistress!"
When the old gentlemen heard Oliver's confession, they were all discouraged: "You don't know how to make one up if you don't have an accomplice?" ! If you can't make up anyone else, why can't you make up Helena? ! Jealousy comes out of love, hate comes out of jealousy, and murder comes out of hate. Do you really not know how to use this fucking ready-made drama? ! I, x, am too stupid to be saved. It was a mistake to let this idiot grow up instead of strangling him at birth!
The secretary-general also sneered in his heart and was very disdainful: It is absolutely impossible without accomplices. Who would believe that such a well-planned murder was committed by Oliver on impulse! He has to have that brain too!
Secretly, the secretary wanted to let the innocent Oliver go, but such an idiot's confession couldn't be justified, so he had to intensify the interrogation. The whip in the hand of the executioner suddenly became fierce and ferocious. The storm just now was just an appetizer. A layer of flesh on Oliver's butt was peeled off in the blink of an eye. The executioner turned to whip his back, scraping Like a bone-steel knife, it took away the only layer of flesh on his thin back. The fascia was stuck to the bones in a mess, and the remaining flesh stuck to the ribs like rags. The blood formed a stream, flowing down his legs and all over the ground.
"Who are you hiding for?!" the affairs director shouted sternly: "Fight to the end, there is only one way to die!"
Oliver was dying. He really had no intention of fighting to the end, but he was really helpless. He collapsed and screamed: "I don't know, I don't know! I really don't know anything!"
Brick secretly gave a code to the two guards who suppressed old Mr. Duran. It was the person who passed through Old Duran's guard and was lucky enough to enter the Guards of David. He was a descendant of a small declining family in a remote star field. He once His loyalty is assured by his merciful act of mercy that pulled him and his remaining blood relatives from certain death and kept them well fed and clothed for many years to come. The guard only hesitated for a moment, and then used old Mr. Duran's struggling movements to secretly shift his energy field very slightly.
There were two guards who suppressed old Mr. Duran. The energy field formed by the mutual balance of the two people's energy immediately became uneven due to this small and almost negligible deflection. Some places were so thick that they were almost suffocating, and some places were as thin as a thin layer of water. piece of tissue paper. Another guard noticed something and immediately made adjustments. The guard assigned by Crete also immediately pretended to find something wrong and made adjustments. As soon as these two phases were adjusted, the tightly sealed bondage field was immediately riddled with holes and turned into a rag bag.
Old Mr. Duran has long gone crazy with anxiety. Before, the trapped animal seemed to be tied up in a bondage field. He could only use his energy to bang around like a headless fly, but the banging was in vain. . But now those futile collisions had an effect. Old Mr. Duran just risked his life and crashed into a hole. He was overjoyed and almost crazy. Although old Mr. Dulan's qualifications were poor, he was still good and had an intermediate level. In addition, he worked hard and struggled out of the restraint field in one go. Although there were many guards in the room, no one had time to react and could only watch as old Mr. Duran pounced on David.
"No more fighting!" Old Mr. Duran was frantic with anxiety. He desperately grabbed David's trouser legs and knelt down and begged: "Please, David, let Oliver go. You can't." If you beat him again, he will die if you beat him again. He can't die. He is the heir of our Dulan family. You are also named Dulan, David. Please spare him. He really has nothing. I know. Please, David, please, if you must kill someone to vent your anger on your mistress, then kill me! Let me die, but for the sake of the Duran family, please spare Oliver. , No, for the sake of your mother..."
No matter what, he is David Duran's biological father, so begging in public like this is really embarrassing for both parties. The scene was extremely embarrassing for a moment, and everyone dared to speak quietly. Even the chief secretary was a little at a loss and signaled the executioner to stop the whipping.
David's face was even more ugly, and he pulled old Mr. Duran up.
"Father!" David's blue eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and he was extremely angry. "If you dare to say another word, my surname will no longer be Dulan!"
Old Mr. Duran's voice stopped suddenly, and he "thumped", "thumped", "thumped" against David's arm and stepped back several steps in succession, and sat down on the ground, as if he had been struck by lightning. He raised his head, his eyes were confused, looking at David not as a son but as a devil, and then he shivered violently. The guards took the opportunity to swarm up and push and coax old Mr. Duran away. Having learned from previous experiences and lessons, they now no longer dare to let old Mr. Duran stay here.
Old Mr. Duran was like a defeated rooster, with all his energy and energy drained out. He was surrounded by guards and sent out. When he passed the Olinford interrogation table, he lowered his head feebly and did not say a word.
Oliver originally thought that he would be saved from danger, so he managed to raise his head with expectation. Now that he was desperate and unable to hold on any longer, he knocked his head to the interrogation table and simply passed out.
In fact, the old gentlemen were much more desperate than Oliver. Helena was not here for a long time, and old Duran couldn't control his son. Oliver couldn't bear it before he saw it. When he wanted to kill someone, he couldn't find the chance. The old gentlemen looked around in confusion, not knowing what to do. After thinking about it, I felt that it would be better to simply stand up and plead guilty. At least I could control the testimony, which was better than letting a fool like Oliver say whatever he wanted.
Brick stabbed Heller in the back, and Heller understood. He also meant the same, and he was willing to step forward and sacrifice himself at this time to help everyone - we work together, and instead of everyone ending together, it is better for him to sacrifice himself for others. Bundle. No one here is more suitable for sacrifice and dedication than him. After all, he is Helena's father and he can blame his daughter for the crime at will. Helen, if everything is said to be your order, then you are just an accomplice - even if you take 10,000 steps back, the crime will still be punishable in the end. If you want to kill the family of your contracted healer, you must inform them no matter what. Helena shouted. Once Helena knew that her own father was going to die, how could she give up?
——It's a pity that old Dulan has been sent away, and his motivation is really lacking, otherwise it would be best if he could stand up and take the blame.
So, Heller stood up, called "Master" and was about to speak. However, David immediately interrupted.
"Shut up!" he said, "No one is allowed to intercede with Oliver again!"
Heller remained silent and had no choice but to withdraw in a dignified manner, acknowledging that he just wanted to intercede. The old gentlemen looked at each other in confusion. Is it impossible to leave the capital now?
David turned to look at the director of affairs and ordered ruthlessly: "Continue the trial. If you don't find out, you will die with him today."
Gu Hanhan held David's sleeves with her fingers and wanted to say "Otherwise, forget it", but she was also frightened by David's angry look now and couldn't say a word, and she wasn't sure what to do. Not counted among "anyone". In the end, she said nothing.
The interrogation continues. The executioner poured a bag of sealing fluid onto Oliver's back, which could acutely seal his wounds to prevent him from losing too much blood and dying from torture. When the sealing fluid was poured on the large area of the wound on Oliver's body, it immediately curled up and became soft as if it had dried. The blood stopped flowing immediately, but the sealing fluid itself was highly irritating, so touching the wound was similar to skin peeling and cramping, and it was like another torture. Oliver was woken up on the spot, with snot and tears spurting out of his nose, and he screamed until he almost died.
There was no room for the whip on Oliver's back and buttocks, so the executioner turned him upside down, rushed down with his head, and began to whip his inner thighs. After Oliver was beaten twice and felt like he was dead, he thought about confessing, and he was anxious to confess, but he didn't know what to confess, so he could only cry in a high voice: "What on earth do you want me to say?" !”
This sentence unexpectedly spoke to the Secretary's heart.
It’s finally time to get enlightened, and it’s time to get enlightened – it just means you can’t get enlightened without getting started!
The secretary thought happily and decided to strike while the iron was hot and give the master's poor brother a little hint.
He didn't question Oliver's accomplices anymore, because Oliver really didn't know anything, otherwise he wouldn't be tied up here and whipped. With his IQ, it was inevitable that he would be exploited both ways and yet still be kept in the dark. The key was just who else was taking advantage of him.
So, the affairs director asked with excitement: "Can you tell me what happened to Emperor Ogra and the other six assassins? They confessed that they wanted to assassinate the emperor, and you ordered Miss Gu to be killed, then your slave Why did you carry out this assassination with them and cooperate so well?! Where did the other six assassins come from? Who is the mastermind behind them? Do you think you and this person may not be accomplices? "
However, the little bit of intelligence Oliver had had had been beaten to pieces by a whip. He was completely unable to understand the reminder from the Secretary of State, let alone reciprocate. He just howled at a loss and at a loss: "What Emperor Ogra, I I don’t know, I really don’t know!”
The director of affairs was very melancholy, feeling like he was playing the piano to a cow - couldn't he really bring a slightly smarter cow to be interrogated by him?
Even after being beaten, it doesn’t make sense! He was still unable to wake up to the fact that these criminals were the only criminals he had ever seen in his life. They were both biological brothers born from the same mother. How could there be such a huge gap in IQ!
The secretary shook his head slightly, knowing that he might have to do something dishonorable today. He worked hard for so many years and finally climbed to the high position of director of David Duran Family Affairs, but now he has to do direct inducement of confessions in public like a brand new rookie. It is really embarrassing. However, to serve the master, even if it means losing your face, you must go there happily.
The director of the Secretariat signaled the executioner to reduce the intensity of the whipping, then moved to Oliver and gently lifted his neck. Oliver's eyes were dazed, but his consciousness was still there and he was not unconscious yet. The whip that fell on him became even gentler, and the tip of the whip scraped across his groin on both sides. It felt like a spring breeze blowing across his face, bringing with it a shuddering pain that made people break out in cold sweat.
"Then you can't possibly still say you don't know the origins of the seven slaves you sent out, right?"
