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David Duran stood still, and the situation took a sharp turn for the worse. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The vassals were amazed, and Oliver himself was even more stunned, he could not dream that the word "torture" could one day be associated with his name. Old Mr. Duran immediately wanted to pounce on him and tear the director of the bureau -- this is simply against the heavens! His poor little Oliver grew up when no one dared to touch a finger at him? What kind of thing are you dog slave to instigate his own brother to torture him?!

But old Mr. Durán apparently didn't tear it up. The guards were all paying attention, and as soon as old Mr. Duran was about to make a move, he quickly set out the energy line and quickly locked him secretly.

Of course, the other old gentlemen in the family were also surprised, they were not like old Mr. Duran who couldn't turn around, but David's attitude towards Oliver had such an important turn, which they did not expect, and for a while, there was no other way to think of except to regret that he had not killed people earlier and let himself fall into an urn to catch turtles.

- Master Oliver, is that the one who can withstand the torture? There is no need for any serious punishment, he will have to answer ten times when he comes down with a whip!!

Brick moved his mouth and couldn't help but whisper to Heller, "Why hasn't Helena arrived yet?"

Heller was also anxious. "yes, why haven't you yet!" he muttered to himself, his eyes staring straight at the executioner in the center, "I'm obviously in the manor, I should have arrived a long time ago!"

Brick's eyes narrowed into a slit: "Is there one of your executioners?

Before Heller could speak, Lu Besson, who was next to him, was first shocked: "Are you crazy? Dare to do this kind of trick and foot under the nose of the master, that is not self-defeating, he is hypnotic!"

Heller's eyes flashed, and he shivered all over his body, and suddenly came to his senses, and said with palpitations: "Take a look first, you may not be able to really do it." ”

- Yes, could David Duran really bear to watch Oliver being brutally concocted by a lowly executioner?

At this time, the executioner had already begun to prepare for torture. Because their status is so lowly and low, and they are engaged in such a brutal and chilling artistic work, that all the executioners seem to be wooden, stupid, and lack political vision. They don't know how to think about trade-offs outside of criminal law, and they will do it as soon as the order comes. Therefore, the equality of all beings can achieve a simple unity on their torture table, and no matter whether the king or the beggar, he is one person anyway.

The ship's interview hall was not an interrogation room, and it was impossible to have a torture table or execution rack in the room, but this did not make it difficult for experienced executioners. They found a decorated gold tower carved with openwork - it was more than two meters high, with a column at the top, and a trapezoidal base, with hollow carvings around it, and spices burning in it - they poured out the remaining spices and erected the golden tower in the center of the room, and spread a circle of moisture-proof mats around it, so that the blood would not come out and stain the carpet during the execution.

A thin-looking, white-gloved executioner pulled out a lead-filled whip from a portable torture box, twisting wire, rigid nylon, and traditional rattan thorn into a strand. The nameplate states that it weighed five kilograms, and that it was not very heavy—the executioners agreed with the old gentlemen that a round of whipping was enough for a delicate boy like Oliver, and that they could not even waste their strength to give him a heavy whip, lest his light flesh not be enough to feed him and die on the spot—of course, if he had the backbone to resist the whipping by accident, it would be cheap to immediately take advantage of the hollow carvings in the golden tower to carry out the cannon branding and lingchi.

All in all, the poor boy will confess on his improvised torture table, and soon he will confess, alive to confess.

The executioners put Oliver on his improvised torture table. Although Oliver's shallow superpowers were not in the eyes of the executioners, they still put on energy-suppressing hand, shackles, and neck sleeves according to the rules. Once they put it on, they parted Oliver's legs and locked his feet to either side of the trapezoidal base. Then he took his arms and wrapped them around the pillar from both sides, and cuffed his two bracelets together on the opposite side, and by the way, the handcuffs were fixed with the cylinder at a height of about the extent that his arms were raised horizontally. So Oliver looked like a half-crouched sloth holding a tree trunk, and was anchored to the Golden Tower—and a sloth in a splendid evening gown.

A stout executioner stepped forward and grabbed the collar with a force, and Oliver's clothes were ripped off to the soles of his feet in one go, and the bare ** shelled eggs jumped out, leaving only a few strands of cloth hanging in the crook of his arm. The stout executioner immediately flashed to the side, and the whip of the thin executioner behind him swung down like lightning bolts. Without giving the people on the torture rack half a breath to breathe, they hit their bodies hard, making a loud and terrible sound.

For the first time in the thirteen years since the establishment of the David-Duran Sect family, the whip of the family executioner finally fell on the blood relatives of the Duran family. The blow, as if breaking some spell, made everyone's hearts sink as if they had been whipped with Oliver. Old Mr. Duran was so innocent that he almost fainted. Of course, the other old gentlemen did not feel good, but because Oliver was not their son after all, they could barely maintain their composure, and did not faint together.

As for Oliver himself, who was subjected to the whipping, he had been screaming since the executioner put him on the torture table, but as soon as the whip came, his screams were gone, and he fainted. Then the second whip fell, and an earth-shattering wail squeezed out of his throat, and he came back to life.

Gu Hanhan closed her eyes suddenly, although she had always hated and disgusted David's bastard brother viciously as a victim before, and she couldn't wait to go down and whip a few whips to give this little cub a little bit of a beating. But the moment the whip really came down, she was so frightened that she closed her eyes all of a sudden, her back tightened, and she trembled uncontrollably, as if the terrifying whip had been drawn on herself. She hugged David's arm tightly, clenched her teeth, and didn't dare to let go. David's hand reached over and touched her face, then took her hand.

David's hands, warm and dry, soothed Gu Hanhan's frightened heart very well. She slowly opened her eyes, and saw Oliver's back, extending from her shoulders to her hips, her braids curling all the way over her thighs, two lash marks crossed hideously, sinking deep into the flesh as if she had opened two large gaps in her body, and the fascia and Sensen's white bones were faintly exposed at the whip on both sides of the shoulder blades.

Gu Hanhan let out an "ah", his legs were weak, and sweat rushed out of his pores. She is also a person who has been tested by small movies for a long time, and it is not that she has not seen restricted films. But what kind of realistic projection in front of you is not as shocking as this scene of reality. She can't bear it a little!

David's hand came up to cover Gu Hanhan's eyes, and he seemed to have turned around and was about to tell the attendant to send her to the room first. Gu Hanhan bit his lip, pushed David's hand away, and shook his head with a pale face. She didn't want to leave now, and she couldn't just go and hide in her room and wait for David to tell her the result.

Oliver was whipped, and the grandeur of a noble young master was gone, and he screamed like a pig, and the screams resounded through the sky and could not be stopped, so that the interrogation could not be carried out at all. The emaciated executioner whipped him again and shut him up.

The director of the bureau then took the opportunity to interrogate and asked, "Did you send the assassins?"

This suddenly reminded Oliver, so that he finally thought that he could still confess, so he immediately confessed: "I sent them, I told them to assassinate!"

"Why did you do that?" the director immediately asked, "Specifically!"

"I hate that woman!" Oliver cried out, crying, "It's that hateful mistress who snatched my brother, and I'm going to kill her!"

In order to urge Oliver to confess quickly, the executioner, after the director of the affairs bureau had finished asking, turned the direction of the whip, chose a place where Oliver's flesh was thick enough to eat the whip, and began to whip his buttocks. The whip was densely whipped down, with a strong sense of rhythm, one whip after another, each blow whipping away a piece of flesh, leaving a blood groove. A blood trough is next to a blood trough, and each one is not the same.

The whip was pumped so fast that Oliver replied as quickly as if there was a mad boar behind his ass: "It's Ramsey!" The messenger went to the island to deliver a letter, and my father said that I was not allowed to go home to the celebration, and that my brother would take me to training camp after the New Year. I'm so angry, it's all because of that mistress! Ramsey found out that the mistress was going to Yingxing tonight, so I sent everyone around me out to kill her!"

Ramsey was Oliver's butler and took office after the events of the Autumn Feast. It should be that he can't resist the torture and interrogation of the Bureau, and he committed suicide in fear of guilt when Oliver fled. But it doesn't matter if he's dead, the monk can't run the temple, Ramsey is dead, the person who introduced him is always there, and if the person who introduced him is also dead, then the people who have promoted him over the years, the people who have reused him, and the people who have dealt with him will not all die. This bureau has its own people asking questions, but there is no need for the director to do it himself.

The old gentlemen were so itchy when they heard Oliver's confession method that they were eager to go up and get the whip for Oliver.

This is too much waste, how could you expect such a waste in the first place!

The old gentlemen knew very well that Oliver was a waste soft egg who couldn't withstand torture, but when the waste reached the point of three whips, he poured beans into the bamboo tube and still ruthlessly refreshed their lower limit of tolerance -- wasn't it just a little painful? As soon as he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, how could he not help it? The person above is your own brother, as long as you hold on, can he really beat you to death?

The Secretary of the Bureau still refused to let Oliver go, and asked sharply, "Where are your accomplices?

The old gentlemen looked at each other, and they all gritted their teeth: they can't wait any longer!

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