Me, is this a dream? Really rescued? Only, what's the matter with the handcuffs on my hands? Unexpectedly, when I woke up again, there was no warm welcome I was expecting, and I was actually locked up. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I shouted, "Is there anybody?" Let me out. ”

After five minutes, I stopped shouting. Because, I heard a voice coming from outside the iron gate. Sure enough, the next moment, the iron door was opened, and a doctor in a white robe and a masked officer entered.

As soon as the doctor came, he started to examine me. After some inspection, he nodded to the masked officer behind him and went out. In the room, only me and the soldier were staring at each other.

The masked officer seemed to be fighting with me to see who spoke first. Naturally, I don't have this mind, all I want at this time is to go out early and go home early. Tell everyone that I'm not dead. It's just that the appearance of the masked officer in front of me makes me feel uneasy, even if it's a secret department, it's not so secretive, right? So I said, "Let me go." ”

"Who are you?" The masked officer asked coldly.

"I, Zhang Shiyi, am a Taoist priest. A few months ago, he was seconded by the South-Western Military District to participate in an operation. As a result, he was wounded and captured, and only escaped some time ago. I said.

"Daoist?" The masked officer looked at me suspiciously and smiled: "I look at the clothes on your body, but you look like a smuggler active at the border." It's a pity that you don't learn well at a young age. ”

"You can go check it out, or you can ask me to make a phone call." I said impatiently.

"Check? Call? The masked officer smiled coldly, and then said, "Your current identity is a smuggler captured by our army. ”

"I'm not a smuggler." I retorted, "As long as you go and check it." ”

"No need, I'm here today just to get you a little bit of information. If you cooperate, you may be more comfortable before the execution. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll look forward to the day you'll be shot. The masked officer looked at me coldly.

Suddenly, I had a bad feeling. Am I just out of the tiger's mouth and into the flock? Shot? A thought flashed through me, and I asked, "Are you all in this group?" ”

The masked officer did not answer, but asked, "Is the tiger dead?" ”

"I don't know." Although if I gave those two life talismans, the probability of the tiger surviving is very low, but who can guarantee it?

"Where's the base?" The masked officer asked again.

Speaking of where the base is, I don't know either. I knew the range, but I replied, "I don't know." ”

"It seems that if you don't have some means, you won't be honest." After the masked officer finished speaking, he took a handkerchief and put it over my face, and the next moment, I only felt water pouring on the handkerchief on my face. Then, you feel that you have difficulty breathing. I struggled so hard that my hands and feet were cuffed.

When the handkerchief was removed, I coughed violently. Scolded: "I really don't know. ”

"Really?" The masked officer put a handkerchief over my face and did the same. After a while, the handkerchief was hit again, and I just felt like my lungs were about to explode.

I have a deep memory of this kind of criminal law. There was a record in "The Story of the Ping Demon" that at the end of the Ming Dynasty, somewhere in the northwest, there was a murderous mansion, which was haunted and very fierce. For this reason, the local squire found many Taoist priests, but there was still no way to solve it after all. Seeing the ghosts in this murderous house, it began to make trouble at night, and most of the people in the originally lively small towns and towns were gone. Seeing that this township was about to become a ghost town, a Dao Zun was passing by. Seeing this, it is natural that we cannot sit idly by. So he decided to deal with the ghosts in this murderous mansion.

Although the process was a bit tortuous, it was resolved smoothly in the end. The most surprising thing about this account is that this small town is located in the northwest and is a water-scarce place. The ghosts in this murderous mansion are all water ghosts without exception. It is unusual for water spirits to appear on land. For this reason, the Daozun senior made a lot of efforts to investigate, and it turned out that the owner of this house had an only son, and he was jealous of the only son of a local high-ranking official, and as a result, the second generation of the official was pushed into the well, and when the second generation of the official came up, he was already dead. Although, the murderer was finally sentenced to be executed after the autumn. But the high-ranking officials still did not understand their hatred, and spent a lot of money, invited a group of killers, arrived in the house at night, tied up the whole family in the house, and then covered their faces with wet rice paper. Layer by layer, it took a long night, and the next day, everyone in this house died. And the death is like that of a drowned person. In the end, what about the high-ranking official, there is no record in "The Legend of the Ping Demon", but the name of the criminal law is recorded: "Golden Paper Paste Buddha Face".

After the Ming Dynasty, this gold paper paste Buddha face was rarely seen in the people, and it was mostly circulated in the court. In the Republic of China, it was transmitted back to the people again, and it became a common method of extorting confessions from the people. Passerby A also said that this paste noodles can't help but exist in China and abroad. Even, the FBI has listed pasted noodles as one of the top ten most inhumane punishments, which cannot be used if they are not the most heinous criminals.

After thinking about it so much, I couldn't help but feel helpless. The most uncomfortable thing about this paste is that it will not let you die immediately, but will make you experience the feeling of suffocation repeatedly.

After the third paste, I didn't have the strength to cough anymore. He didn't have the strength to speak, just stared at the masked officer fiercely.

"It's really a bit backbone, okay, do it again." With that, the masked officer was ready to put the still dripping handkerchief over my face again. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and said, "Report!" ”

The masked officer was a little dissatisfied: "What's the matter?" ”

"There's something I need to report to you." The man outside the door said.

"Hmph," the masked officer muttered, then got up, gave me a cold look, and walked out of the room.

I gasped for breath, and the three pasties I had just made me suddenly feel that it was a blessing to be able to breathe heavily. I've got to catch my breath or I'm going to suffocate if I do it again.

After a long time, the masked officer never came in. The sound of talking outside the door also stopped. Just when I was wondering, the iron door opened again, and the masked officer looked at me with puzzled eyes and said, "What exactly have you done?" ”

"I don't know." I replied coldly.

"Good." The masked officer said coldly: "It seems that this paste can't deal with you, it's okay, I'll bring all the equipment next time." I'll make you regret coming into this world. (To be continued.) )