Chapter 442: Damn it
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In the half-collapsed conference hall of the City Lord's Mansion, the sound of whipping and inhuman screams were constantly heard.
Iron chains hung from the beams, and a man hung from under each chain.
At a glance, there were thirty or forty people.
They were being beaten with torture whips by fierce officers and soldiers.
The whip is different from the ordinary whip, the whip has a spike and a hook, and the skin is open when the whip is whipped.
The inhuman screams came from the mouths of these tortured men.
Each of them had broken skin and rotten flesh, and several of them had even been scraped off most of their flesh by the torture whip, revealing blood-stained bones, which made people shudder.
However, the officers and soldiers who carried out the execution had no intention of stopping.
If there are celebrities in Yancheng here, they will definitely lose their eyes and jaws when they see these tortured people, because these people are all high-ranking officials in Yancheng.
"Ahh
Finally, some people could not bear the pain of the whipping, and cried and begged for mercy, whimpering with grief and indignation, and tears of humiliation flowed from the corners of their eyes.
"Those who know the times are Junjie. ā
"Let this lord come down. ā
On the east side of the room against the wall, there is a wood-colored table with tea, pastries, melons and fruits.
Next to the desk sat a young man of about twenty-five, dressed in a navy blue brocade robe, holding a tea bowl in his hand, while watching the officials of Yancheng being tortured, while sipping the fragrant tea in the bowl with a smile.
Seeing that someone could not stand the pain of the whipping and asked for mercy, he hooked the corners of his mouth and proudly ordered someone to let him go.
Immediately three officers and men stepped forward, each with something in his hand.
One person holds a two-foot square desk in his hand, one holds a paper, pen, ink inkstone, and one holds water and a towel in his hand.
The officers and soldiers who executed him were freed from the chains.
The officers and soldiers who had taken the case table put it in front of him, took out a pill bottle from his arms, poured out a brown pill, and pinched open his mouth for him to take.
It's not a poison, it's a medicine that relieves pain and improves strength.
When the pill entered his abdomen, the painful moans in the man's mouth quickly subsided, and his paralyzed body regained some strength.
The officers and soldiers who brought water and towels approached and washed his cheeks and hands.
Finally, the officers and soldiers who took the paper, pen and ink inkstone stepped forward, put the pen, ink and paper inkstone on the desk one by one, dipped the brush in ink, handed it to the man, and said in a cold voice: "Write." There is only one opportunity, and I hope that Lord Wanwang will cherish it. ā
"I-I-" The man's lips trembled, and his face showed a look of struggle, but in the end, he took the brush with tears and trembling, turned his head to look in one direction, and whimpered: "Lord Qi, I-I-I'm sorry for you!"
"The traitor is cruel and tortured to extract confessions, I don't blame you!" a thin man echoed not far away, and he was sitting on the ground in iron shackles.
There is only one adult surnamed Qi in Yancheng, and the city lord Qi has nothing to do.
This person is no one else, it is him.
At about 10 o'clock yesterday night, the disaster relief inspector Gai Huayang arrived in Yancheng and summoned Yancheng officials overnight.
Qi Wuwei and did not dare to slack off after the news, and went to the stars at night, all with a happy heart, feeling that the disaster relief patrol must have brought a large number of materials to solve the urgent needs of Yancheng.
Who would have thought that when they entered the door with their front feet, they were chained by officers and soldiers with iron chains on their back feet, and then they were taken here to be tortured, and they were beaten to half their lives, and Gai Huayang only showed up.
To put it concisely, Qi Wuwei had a bad record during his tenure in Yancheng, especially after the arrival of the drought, he intensified his efforts to loot the people's fat and ointment, embezzled disaster relief materials, and made a fortune in the country, which was heinous.
Order each of them to write a crime of inaction, and sign and draw it to avoid the pain of flesh and blood.
When the big and small officials heard this, they were shocked to lose their eyes, such a blatant, simple and rude, unlawless, naked and bloody framing, they never dared to dream of it, but it happened in front of their eyes.
Qi Wuwei's dedication to Yancheng was remembered by all the officials.
His courage and loyalty, heaven and earth can be learned, how can there be any bad deeds and crimes.
They were unwilling to bow their heads to Gai Huayang, but in the end, they couldn't bear the cruel torture, and they gave in humiliation one after another, writing down the crimes of Zhang Qi Wuwei.
"Qi Wuwei is lustful, lewd wives and daughters, robbed people's daughters, and the people endured humiliation and stealing their lives, daring to be angry and dare not speak. ā
"Haha, good, well written!"
The young man took the charge handed over by the officers and soldiers, read it aloud in front of his eyes, and couldn't help laughing heartily and clapping the table.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his laughter fell, Qi Wuwei suddenly stood up suddenly, shook with a rattling of iron chains, and actually looked up to the sky and laughed: "Haha, good, good, well written!"
After laughing, he shouted: "Stop, stop fighting! Don't need them to write, Lao Tzu writes it himself! Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, bring it!"
The young man was overjoyed when he heard this, and said with a sneer: "Lord Qi dares to act boldly, but he is also a good man. Someone comes, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone waiting. ā
"Master Qi, don't do it!"
"Lord Qi, it's not a pity for us to die, we can't ruin the reputation of your life!"
"Lord Qiā"
Qi Wuwei looked at his colleagues who were tortured, but still gritted his steel teeth and did not yield, he couldn't help but shed two lines of tears, bowed deeply to everyone with shackles and shackles, and said apologetically: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry, Qi has caused you to suffer." Ladies and gentlemen, go home to recuperate with peace of mind, the people of Yancheng still need your hard work, this bullshit disaster relief patrol must be unreliable. You don't need to worry about Qi, Qi is worthy of the sky, he is not ashamed of others, he is innocent, upright, standing up to the sky, and the traitor and villain can't harm Qi's life!"
After speaking, he bowed deeply to the officials.
Some officers and soldiers came over and took off the iron flail for him, placed the table in front of him, and laid out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone one by one.
Qi Wuwei sat cross-legged in front of the desk, his tiger eyes were split, his steel teeth were crushed, and all kinds of humiliation were swallowed into his abdomen, he took a deep breath, picked up a brush dipped in ink and brushed the book.
One, two, three-
Write thirty sheets at a time.
Hundreds of crimes are listed on the paper, ranging from adultery, adultery, and plunder, to stealing chickens and dogs.
The young man's eyes widened when he saw it, for he found that there were many evil deeds in which he had not even committed them, and they were so wonderful that he could not help but applaud.
"Lord Qi is really experienced in evil, which makes my son admire!"
"Hehe, looking at your writing speed, I also know that you will definitely not be clean, because even if you let a bad person write, I am afraid that I will not be able to write more than a hundred crimes in such a short period of time. ā
"Qi Wuwei, you are not wronged!"
The young man sneered and ridiculed.
Qi Wuwei sneered and was silent, unwilling to argue with him pointlessly.
He has to review the big and small case files in Yancheng every year, trying his best to eliminate unjust, false and wrongful cases, and these crimes are known by looking at the case files.
"Let them all go. Qi Wuwei said after signing and drawing next to each other.
"That's nature. The young man nodded in response, and then ordered, "Take you to the backyard to recuperate and rest." ā
"Qi has already pleaded guilty, why is he still refusing to let them go home?" Qi Wuwei asked angrily.
"When your head hits the ground, they're ready to go home. The young man replied with a smile.
A group of officials were escorted away by officers and soldiers, and Qi Wuwei put himself back in the iron shackles, sat on the ground with his eyes closed, and said nothing.
"Qi Wuwei, do you know why you were arrested?" the young man asked suddenly.
"It's nothing more than blocking the way of your money, treacherous villains. Qi Wuwei replied.
"Definitely. The young man smiled and shook his head, "Just because you can't stop my uncle's wealth, it's this son who wants to kill you, because your lady has offended my master." ā
"I see. Qi Wuwei said suddenly.
The young man waited to see Qi Wuwei's thunderous appearance, but he didn't think that Qi Wuwei would stop speaking after responding, and he couldn't even see a trace of angry expression on his face, which made the young man feel depressed for a while, and asked, "Why aren't you angry?"
"What's so angry with a dying man. Qi Wuwei said.
"Hehe, you can think about it. The young man laughed, "With these crimes written by your own hand, you really can't live." At three o'clock in the afternoon today, you will be beheaded. ā
Qi Wuwei knew that the young man had misunderstood his words, and that he was not referring to himself when he was about to die.
The disaster relief inspector holding the arrow of the Son of Heaven is indeed no one to provoke, but in front of Butcher Zhang, I am afraid that it is not so easy to use.
Which of these founding exploits of the older generation is not jealous and hateful, especially Butcher Zhang, once Gai Huayang's crime falls into the ears of Butcher Zhang, he will inevitably die.
And now that Butcher Zhang is in the south, and he will return to Yancheng in the next two days, it can be said that Gai Huayang is already in a catastrophe.
Gai Huayang is finished, and the kid in front of him will inevitably be finished, so Qi Wuwei really has nothing to be angry with him.
"Master Qi, don't worry, after you die, your family will settle for you. ā
"Your two sons, I will find the best men, train them to be superior slaves, and then let them fight the beasts in slave cages until they are torn apart and eaten by the beasts. ā
"Your woman and daughter, my son will pamper you, and then the old one will be sold to a brothel, and the younger one will be trained as a slave girl. ā
"Well, that's good, isn't it?"
The young man smiled, but his words were vicious.
Qi Wuwei raised his head sharply and glared at the young man, and said word by word: "You really deserve to die!"
"Haha, that's a good point. ā
"Ben Gongzi really deserves to die, but the person who can kill Ben Gongzi has not yet been born, what a pity. ā
The young man laughed wildly.
In the hall of the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, Gai Huayang, who was wearing a purple and gold official robe of Yunhe, flipped through the various accusations written by Qi Wuwei, and said with a smile: "On the way here, the official was still thinking about how to get along with this lord of Yancheng, but I didn't expect Yucheng to be crooked and solve this problem for me." ā
"With these crimes, even if I kill him a hundred times, I am not afraid of telling the truth, and when Qi Wuren lands on the ground, I will immediately take a letter of resignation, let my father operate, and strive for our people to succeed to the position of the city lord of Yancheng. ā
"However, this Qi Wuwei seems to be quite popular in Yancheng, and he has to find some local gentry to respond to the official. ā
"Report to your Excellency. "One of the guards came in to give a report.
"Speak. ā
"Qi Wuwei's wife and children want to see Qi Wuwei. ā
"Put it in and take it all. Gai Huayang's eyes were cold.
"Wow. The guards were ordered to leave.
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