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The executioner was like a ghost, whipping Oliver out to the point of a wolf. The director of the www.biquge.info Affairs Bureau of the Pen "Fun" Pavilion incarnated as the Ten Palaces Yama, and asked in a tight voice: "Who is your accomplice?

Oliver is like a little ghost in a fat pot, and his grievances are earth-shattering: accomplice, he didn't wow!

"No, no!" he howled, "I'm not going to kill my brother, I'm going to kill that damned mistress!"

When the old gentlemen heard Oliver's confession, they were deflated again: You don't know how to make up one without accomplices?! You can't make up Helena if you can't make up others?! Because of love is jealous, because of jealousy is hateful, because of hatred, this ready-made drama is really not known to you to use?! I am stupid and not saved. This kind of stupidity is not born to strangle to death, but to let him grow up, it is simply a mistake!

The director of the bureau also sneered in his heart and was very disdainful: it is absolutely impossible without accomplices. Such a well-planned murder is said to have been done by Oliver himself on impulse, who would believe it! He must have that brain!

The director of the bureau privately wanted to let the innocent Oliver go, but such an idiot's confession really couldn't be explained, so he had to step up the interrogation. The whip in the executioner's hand suddenly became swift and ferocious, and the storm was now only an appetizer, and the flesh on Oliver's ass was removed in the blink of an eye, and the executioner turned to whip away the back of the executioner, scraping the bones like a steel knife to take away the only layer of flesh on his thin back. The fascia was clinging to the bones in a mess, and the scraps of flesh stuck to the ribs like strips of rags. The blood pooled into a stream and ran down his legs and dripped.

"Who are you hiding for?!" the director of the bureau shouted: "Resist to the end, there is only one way to die!"

Oliver was dying, he really had no intention of resisting to the end, but he really had nothing to offer, and he broke down and screamed, "I don't know, I don't know!

Brick secretly whispered to one of the two guards who suppressed Old Mr. Duran, who had been lucky enough to enter the David's Guard through Old Duran's □□ guard, a descendant of a small family in the remote star field, who had shown great mercy to pull him and his remaining blood relatives out of mortal pretenses, and let them live without food and clothing for the years to come, so his loyalty was assured. The guard only hesitated slightly, and then secretly made a very slight shift in his energy field by taking advantage of Old Mr. Duran's struggling movements.

There were two guards who suppressed old Mr. Duran. The energy field formed by the balance of the energies of the two people immediately became uneven because of the almost negligible shift of this angle, which was almost suffocating in some places, and thin as a thin sheet of paper in others. The other guard noticed it and immediately adjusted, and the guard arranged by Crete immediately disguised himself as if he had noticed something was wrong. As soon as these two phases were adjusted, the tightly sealed restraint field was immediately full of holes and broken into a rag bag.

Old Mr. Duran was already mad in a hurry, and the trapped beast seemed to be tied up in the bondage field, and could only use his energy to desperately crash around, like a headless fly, and it was in vain. But now the futile ramblings did their job, and old Mr. Duran slammed into some hole with his life, and was overjoyed and almost insane. Although Mr. Duran's qualifications are poor, he is also intermediate, and he is desperate, struggling out of the bondage field in one go. Although there were many guards in the room, no one had time to react, so they had to watch as old Mr. Duran pounced on David.

"I can't fight anymore!" Old Mr. Duran was mad, and in desperation, he grabbed David's trouser leg and knelt down and begged bitterly: "Please, David, let Oliver go, you can't fight any more, and if you beat him again, he will die." He can't die, he's the heir of our Duran family, and you're also surnamed Duran, David. Please spare him, he really doesn't know anything. Please, David, please, you must kill someone to get angry with your mistress then kill me!Let me die, but for the sake of the Durans, you will spare Oliver, no, for your mother's sake......"

In any case, he is the biological father of David Duran, and such a bitter plea in public is really disgraceful for both parties. The scene was so embarrassing for a moment that everyone dared to speak out quietly, and even the director of the bureau was a little helpless and motioned to the executioner to stop the whipping.

David's face was even more ugly, and he dragged old Mr. Duran up.

"Father!" David's blue eyes were bloodshot red, and he was extremely angry, "If you dare to say one more word, I can not be surnamed Duran now!"

Old Mr. Duran's voice stopped abruptly, and he took several steps backwards in a row against David's arm, "oh", "ooth", "oh", and sat on the ground as if he had been struck by lightning. Raising his head, he looked at David as if he were looking at the devil not so much as at his son, and then he shuddered violently. The guards took the opportunity to rush forward and send old Mr. Duran away with all hands and feet. Having learned the lessons of the past, now they dare not let old Mr. Duran stay here.

Old Mr. Duran is like a defeated rooster, and all his spirit has been drained. Surrounded by the guards and sent out the door, he hung his head weakly and did not say a word as he passed the Olympian interrogation table.

Oliver thought he was desperate, so he looked up with anticipation. Now in despair, he couldn't support it anymore, so he slammed his head on the interrogation table and simply passed out.

In fact, the old gentlemen were much more desperate than Oliver. Helena waited for a long time, old Durán couldn't control his son, Oliver couldn't bear it when he saw it, and he couldn't find a chance to kill people. The old gentlemen looked around in a daze, and they didn't know what to do. After thinking about it, I felt that it was better to simply take the initiative to stand up and confess, then 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 that he meant the same thing, and was happy to stand up and sacrifice his ego at such a time to fulfill everyone - in harmony, rather than ending up together, it would be better for him to sacrifice himself for others. There is no one else here who is more suitable for sacrifice and dedication than him, after all, he is Helena's father, and he can push the crime on his daughter at will. Everything is said to be Helen's order, then it is only an accomplice - even if you take 10,000 steps back, in the end it is still unpunishable, and if you want to kill the close family of the person you have contracted to heal, you must notify Helena anyway. Once Helena knew that her father was going to die, how could she give up?

It's a pity that old Duran has been sent away, and his motives are really insufficient, otherwise it would be best if he could stand up and take the blame.

So, Heller stood up, called out "master", and was just about to speak. However, David immediately interrupted him.

"Shut up!" he said, "no one is allowed to intercede with Oliver again!"

Heller was silent, so he had to withdraw in a sloppy manner, which was regarded as acquiescing that he was just going to intercede. The old gentlemen looked at each other, can't they want to be from the capital now?

David turned his eyes to look at the director of the bureau, and ruthlessly ordered: "Continue the trial, if the trial fails, you will die with him today." ”

Gu Hanhan grabbed David's sleeve with her fingers, and had the heart to say, "Otherwise, forget it", but she was also frightened by David's angry appearance now, and she couldn't say a word, and she wasn't sure if she was in "anyone". In the end, she didn't say anything.

The interrogation continued. The executioner poured a bag of sealant on Oliver's back, which acutely sealed his wound and prevented him from bleeding and dying of torture. The occlusive solution was poured on Oliver's large wounds, and immediately dried, curled up and converging, and became soft. The blood did not flow immediately, but the occlusive fluid itself was very irritating, and the difference between the wound and the cramping of the skin was tantamount to another torture. Oliver was awakened on the spot, snot and tears spurting out together, screaming so much that he almost lost his breath.

Oliver had no room for a whip on his back and hips, so the executioner turned him upside down, rushed his head down, and began whipping his inner thighs. Oliver was beaten twice and was worse than dead, and he remembered to confess, and was anxious to confess, but he did not know what to confess, so he had to cry in a shrill voice, "What do you want me to say!"

This sentence unexpectedly weighed the secretary's heart.

It's finally time to open the mind, and it's time to open the mind -- this is not to open the mind!

The Secretary of the Secretariat thought happily and decided to strike while the iron was hot and give the poor brother of his master a hint.

He didn't press Oliver's accomplices again, because Oliver really didn't know anything, otherwise he wouldn't be tied up here and whipped. With his IQ, it is inevitable that he will be used by both the positive and the negative and keep it in the dark, the key is only who else is using him.

So, the director of the bureau raised an eyebrow and asked, "Can you tell us about Emperor Ogra and the other six assassins?" They confessed that they were going to assassinate the Emperor, and you ordered Miss Gu to be killed, so why did your slaves carry out this assassination with them, and they cooperated 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 complicit?"

However, Oliver's only little intelligence had already been whipped to shreds, and he couldn't comprehend the Secretary of Affairs' reminder at all, let alone reciprocate, but just howled blankly: "What Emperor Ogra, I don't know, I really don't know!"

The director of the bureau was very melancholy, and felt that he had played the harp to the cow - could he really not lead a slightly smarter cow to judge him?

This is a person who can't wake up to now, it's really the only one in his life, and they are also brothers born to a mother, how can the gap in IQ be so big!

The director shook his head slightly, knowing that he might have to do something dishonorable today. He has 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 new rookie, which is really humiliating. However, to serve the master, even if it is to lose face into an ass, you have to go happily.

The Director of the Secretariat motioned for the executioner to ease the force of the whipping, then moved over to Oliver, gently bracing his neck. Oliver was in a trance, but he was still sane, not yet unconscious. The whip that fell on him was even softer, and the tip of the whip scraped across the groin on both sides of him, and the spring breeze shivered and made people break out in a cold sweat.

"Then you can't still say you don't know the origin of the seven slaves you sent out yourself, right?"

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