Located on the south bank of the River Thames, on Dury Street on the banks of London Bridge, the London Dungeon is a cream-colored building with four house numbers, standing a bit like a flock of small shops, warehouses, and civilian houses.

When I arrived, Flower introduced me to the London Dungeon, which was first opened in 1796 and was originally a symbol of London's "terrible history". Later, it developed into an actor-led, mutual experience, somewhat similar to a theme park, with delicate puppets to present the bloody history of the United Kingdom, and sound and lighting to create a realistic sense of presence. Each area has a theme, such as medieval wars, the Black Death, the Great Fire of London, and the Reformation.

When we arrived at the door of the London Dungeon, I looked at the dark black, heavy iron door, and the anticipation grew stronger in my heart.

Cheng Yi on the side looked like he was about to cry, standing at the door and looking at me and Flower pitifully, "Can we change places?" Or if I don't go in, the two of you will go in, I'll wait for you outside, and I'll invite you to dinner after the ticket money comes out for you, as long as you don't let me in, it's okay to say. ”

Flower smiled and shook his head, "That's not going to work. It's up to you to decide where you want to go, and now that you're in the London Dungeon, it's up to you to talk. ”

Cheng Yi muttered quietly, "If I knew in advance that you would write such a perverted place ghost would come up with that idea, I would like to go back to an hour ago and slap myself twice before snatching the phone and smashing it." ”

Flower obviously heard Chengyi's words, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Let's go, let's go in." Richard's pleasure is the London Dungeon itself, my pleasure, but it's you. ”

Chengyi immediately covered his chest and looked at Flower vigilantly, "What do you want to do?" ”

Flower took out a couple of earplugs from his trouser pocket and handed them to me, shrugged his shoulders and said solemnly, "I didn't want to do anything, I just wanted to be ashamed to see what a girl would be scared of." Richard, put this on, and so on, the decibel is not expected to be small. ”

Chengyi: "Flor, I won't let you go." ”

After buying a ticket, I was about to go into the London dungeon, and when I walked to the door, I happened to meet a couple of young couples who had just come out of it. The boy was also pale, hugging his girlfriend's waist and cursing that he would never come to this son of a's Bichi place again while walking quickly out of the London dungeon.

Flower smacked his lips, "It looks like these two are scared a lot inside." That man looks tall and big, and it's rare to be scared like this. ”

Cheng Yi shuddered, glared at Flower fiercely, snorted angrily, and was the first to walk into the London dungeon.

Stepping through the dark black, heavy iron gates, and then through a corridor, it is like walking through the end of the time tunnel. What comes into view is the horror of medieval England.

The first thing you see at the entrance is a wax figure of a woman with a cloak and a ragged dress, her eyes are like torches, her face is weird, and she seems to be crying and laughing, as if to imply that "the good show is ahead".

"Ah!!h

Sure enough, the moment he saw this wax figure, Chengyi immediately turned on the screaming mode.

Flower smacked at the wax figure, "Morgan Lefey, the Arthurian witch, this is telling you that the bloody, cruel fragment of British history is going to start here." ”

I glanced at the statue in amazement, "Morgan Le Fay?" King Arthur's sister? ”

Flower nodded, "Yes, it's King Arthur's half-sister." The witch who always wants to kill her brother and sister-in-law and help her lover to the throne. ”

As he walked on, a second wax figure appeared, a man with an arrow in his right eye, a line of blood dripping from his face to his chest. The man held his head in his hands, his beard and short beard were dyed red, and he looked in pain. Coupled with the background sound of moaning from all directions, it was shocking.

Flower said lightly: "Harold, the unlucky emperor who died on the battlefield after a fight with William the Conqueror in Hastings. ”

Harold was followed by Lionheart, one of the most legendary figures of the Middle Ages. In many ways, he is portrayed as a good leader and a great hero who is well organized by the state. But in fact, in history, Lionheart Lecha was actually a reckless monarch, and if it weren't for a good prime minister, the country would probably be hanging in his hands.

The London Dungeon shows the king in the final battle between Normandy and the King of France, who was shot by an arrow during the siege of the city and died. Lionheart was lying under the city walls, with a large pool of blood on his chest and a guard behind him. He was burly, two heads taller than the guards, and his demeanor was mighty, and with the blood on his chest, there was a kind of heroic twilight tragedy.

Looking at each of the courtyards, each wax figure is a living figure from the land of medieval England, or a hero like the Lionheart, or a victim of the Reformation. Compared to the former, the wax figures of the latter are much more shocking.

The former is at best a show of the last act before death, while the latter, the London Dungeon, shows the torture they were subjected to during their lifetime.

Flogging, stone pressing, shackles, branding, stretching limbs... The cruelty of torture is no less than the so-called ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

One of the ten Manchu tortures was the dismemberment of five horses, and in the London dungeons, I saw another similar torture - four points. The prisoners were first tied to a horsetail and dragged around the city for a circle, then untied and dismembered by the executioners, with their heads resting on the city walls. The wax figure in the courtyard showing this torture was covered in blood, and its stomach was smeared on the ground, one arm and one leg had been placed in a basket, and the executioner was holding a large knife on the side, and the blade was dripping with blood.

Even when I saw this, my stomach churned.

Don't think that's the end of it, the punishment in the Middle Ages was much more than that. Compared with the naked bloody cruelty of the ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, there is not only bloody cruelty here, but also soft knives that do not see blood.

For example, a small comfort nest - digging a small hole that only fits the knees, and the prisoner cannot stand up or sit down, but can only bend over and hunch his legs and squat until he dies. Another form of torture was the imprisonment of prisoners in iron cages and hanging outside the city gates until they died in humiliation.

In the Middle Ages, most of the people tortured were nobles, princes, or intellectuals with heads and faces. For them, these tortures, which insult their dignity and dignity, are more unbearable than bloody knives.

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