Lu Wenyuan was covered with a black cloth and dragged for a while, only to feel that the surroundings were getting quieter and quieter. Finally, I heard a creaking sound of the door opening, and the movement inside the door was immediately clear. The men and women screamed in pain, the struggling and screaming out of tune, the various iron tools colliding with each other, and the muffled sound of the leather whip whipping through the flesh and skin, which made people's scalps tingle, and at the same time a bloody and foul-smelling humid air rushed to the face, forcing people to vomit.

Lu Wenyuan was tied with his hands tied and pushed to the ground, his elbow hurting. Immediately, the black cloth on his head was removed, and a dazzling fire pierced him so that he couldn't open his eyes, and after a while, he realized that he was in a place similar to a torture hall, and the surrounding walls were full of ropes, shackles, leather whips and other torture instruments, all of which were stained with old bloodstains without exception, and there were many guys that Lu Wenyuan had never seen in his life. He saw that his breathing was suffocating, and he heard another knock on the door before, and quickly turned his head to look, only to see Fan Zhefu bent over and walked in, his face full of disgust, and he tightly covered his mouth and nose with a white scarf.

Lu Wenyuan struggled, and a man who looked like a factory servant who came in with Fan Zhefu came over and kicked him hard, and said sharply: "Do you know what kind of place this is? I advise you to save some effort, you will have to toss in the future. ”

Lu Wenyuan's actions were sluggish, but he didn't expect Fan Zhefu to be so vicious that he refused to let him die well, and he was bound to be thrown into the earthly mansion of Dongchang to roll over.

It is important to know that the East Factory was founded by Taizong, and was originally called the "East Investigation Factory", which was set up to suppress reactionary forces in the government. Later, it developed into a secret service agency, directly responsible to the emperor, in charge of the surveillance of officials in the DPRK and China, and could directly arrest and interrogate without judicial trial. The punishment of Dongchang is also full of tricks, just to pry open the prisoner's teeth and tongue, and even do not hesitate to bend into a trick.

Lu Wenyuan couldn't help but feel cold for a while, and asked sharply: "Fan Zhefu, you have imprisoned me here, aren't you afraid that the emperor will ask me in the future, and I can't explain!"

Fan Zhefu fanned in front of his eyes with a white scarf, and sneered: "When the emperor remembers that you are coming, you will already be dead, and then I just need to tell the emperor that you have died of a violent illness, and even if the emperor wants to investigate, he has no way to start." After speaking, he whispered to the factory servant beside him: "Do you have any punishment here that can make him suffer a lot, and he can't see it on the outside, but he only thinks that he has died of a violent illness?"

The factory servant lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "My lord, there are too many punishments in the East Factory, and the villain can't think of it for a while." However, the villain knew that there was a very powerful executioner, so it was better to ask him to ask the adults to ask him carefully. ”

Fan Zhefu nodded, and the factory servant went. After a while, he brought a person, but he saw that he was born with thin eyebrows and fine eyes, and his appearance was not good, about thirty years old, perhaps because of his pale complexion, and he looked a little feminine.

Fan Zhefu looked puzzled and asked the factory officer: "Is that him?

The factory servant said with a straight face: "Your Excellency, don't underestimate him, since he came here to serve as an executioner, countless people have died under his hands. It is said that the assassin who was caught assassinating Chakhasselblad a few days ago beat him under his hands and passed through the hall for only one night, and when he was sent to Chakhasselblad the next day, he was so frightened that he vomited all the way back to Warat. ”

Fan Zhefu also felt a struggle when he heard this, summoned the executioner over, and asked carefully: "Do you know what kind of punishment can make people suffer a lot, but they can't see it on the surface, and only let people think that they have died of a violent illness?"

The executioner said: "It's not difficult, but the fun of punishment is only between the torturer and the tortured, if you say it to a third person, what does it mean?" ”

Lu Wenyuan turned his face away in disgust. The executioner was not annoyed, but only straightened up and smiled: "My lord handed him over to me, and let go of a hundred hearts." ”

Fan Zhefu also smiled: "This is very good. You can torture him for a few more days, and when the official is relieved, it's not too late to die. ”

The executioner said, "Your Majesty will obey your lordship's orders. ”

Fan Zhefu and the factory servants withdrew, and the executioner picked up Lu Wenyuan from the ground and entered a secret room. A charcoal fire was lit in the center of the chamber, which warmed the whole room. There were no torture instruments in the room, only a bed, a table, and a few chairs. The man placed Lu Wenyuan on a chair and sat down, and laughed softly: "This is the bedroom in the East Factory, is it still comfortable for adults?"

Lu Wenyuan didn't answer, and the executioner said: "I have promised Lord Fan that I will hand over the adult in good condition, so the wound of this punishment is as small as possible, and no matter how small the urine is, it will not be as small as a needle." ”

As he spoke, he took a roll of cowhide cloth from the table, unfolded it gently, and saw several rows of dense silver needles, shining with cold light under the fire, and at first glance there were hundreds of them.

The executioner smiled and said: "This silver needle, you must first soak it in a special potion, and then choose the needle on the bones of the person, don't look at it is just a small needle, but it can make you miserable, you can tell Lord Sù in the next place, there are two hundred single and six bones in the human body, how many bone seams, do you still need to say it in the next place? ”

The executioner said, got up and took a few cow tendon locks from the table, tied Lu Wenyuan's hands and feet tightly to the chair, and tried to tighten them.

Lu Wenyuan immediately struggled, but where could he struggle, he was rolled up by the executioner and rolled up one sleeve of his coat, revealing half of his forearm.

The skin was exposed to the unfamiliar air, and a thin layer of chestnut immediately rose, and the executioner swiped it with his cold fingertips, and finally stopped at his wrist and wandered and groped for a while, and said with a smile: "Adults are really well-proportioned, the so-called gain is too fat, and loss of one point is too thin, this kind of physique is the most suitable for punishment." It is also a blessing that this punishment can be applied to adults. As he spoke, he picked up a silver needle and slowly lowered it on his wrist.

The silver needle passes through the skin and sinks into the bone. Lu Wenyuan didn't feel a lot of pain at first, but when the tip of the needle finally stopped at one point, the pain spread out like a net, and instantly spread throughout his entire arm. The bones rattled and the muscles curled up as if a knife were stirring and splitting them, breaking the wrist from the arm.

Lu Wenyuan only felt that his eyes were dark, and the tearing pain had not passed, but there was a tingling sensation emanating from the needle, really like a bone-eating ant and a maggot attached to the bone, patrolling up along the arm, thinking that the potion soaked in advance had taken effect. For a moment, the two senses converged, like water meeting fire, burning the whole arm and turning red. Lu Wenyuan gritted his teeth and endured it for a while, only to feel that the pain was pouring like a tide, a wave was as strong as a wave, several cow tendons had been strangled into the meat, and blood had oozed from the edges, but it couldn't even reach one ten-thousandth of the pain, and finally his teeth loosened, and he spilled out □□ sound.

When the executioner heard this, he smiled, took another silver needle in his hand, and mocked, "My lord, can't you stand it? As he spoke, another silver needle went down, but the position moved up to the elbow, and the two pains echoed each other, clashing with each other, Lu Wenyuan only felt that his entire arm seemed to be broken off from the elbow, and his whole body was already soaked with cold sweat, and the □□ in his mouth also turned into a miserable cry.

The executioner pulled his fingers away again and buried the silver needles at the joints of the five knuckles. Lu Wenyuan struggled desperately with his fingers, but listened to his gentle persuasion, everywhere this silver needle is placed, if a person accidentally loses his position, it is common to be crippled. Lu Wenyuan didn't dare to earn it anymore, so he forcibly let him put dozens of needles on his entire arm. During this time, he fainted and woke up many times, and finally he was stopped by the executioner, and when he was escorted back to the cell, his whole arm could not move, his voice was hoarse, and his whole body was sweating like washing, as if he had rolled through the underworld, and fell on the straw in the prison, and passed out.

The next morning, he was awakened and escorted into the secret room, where the executioner was already dressed and sat at the table waiting. Lu Wenyuan was still locked to yesterday's chair with cow tendons, so he listened to him: "My lord had a lot of fun yesterday, right?