Park Jung-soon curled up in a very special small room, not big enough for a person to bend over and turn around, and not high enough for a person to bend over and stand. Speaking of which, such an environment is not bad for a prisoner, and it is definitely humane if you don't beat or scold.

But Park Jung-soon just wants someone to scold him a few words now, even if it's a few hits, as long as he gets him out of this damn room, whatever.

I had been locked up in this small room for three hours, and it was pitch black and nothing, and no sound could be heard from outside, and it was as if people were buried in a coffin inside.

These may be easy to say, but this small room is so small that even squatting can only be half squatting, and there is no way to stand up straight.

This very uncomfortable standing posture made Park Jung-soon feel that a breathing time was a kind of torment, and three hours seemed to be thirty years.

So when he saw Qin Jisheng, who was drinking tea and looking at him like a monkey, the whole person was completely in a state of collapse, and shouted hoarsely: "Let me out, please let me out, you can let me say anything, as long as you let me out, I am willing to say anything!" ”

However, what was waiting for Park Zhengchun was not the long-awaited voice of unlocking, but Qin Jisheng's sneer and despair: "Locked up for half a day!" ”

Half a day longer? Park Jung-soon, who is over half a hundred years old, feels that he will die if he is locked up for half an hour, and he is afraid that his bones will rot for half a day.

So the moment the small door of the room closed, Park Jung-soon stretched out his already injured foot, fighting with one foot not and not wanting to return to that dark environment again.

"Let me go, I'm really willing to say anything, let me go, please!"

If conditions permitted, Park Jung-soon thought that he would definitely kneel down and beg for forgiveness, but the room was so small that he could not kneel down under the barrier of a fence, so he could only plead bitterly.

"Close the door!" But in the end, Park Chung-soon got the word "still cold and ruthless closing the door", and then there was the darkness that made people desperate.

In this way, after several 'half days', Park Jung-soon completely collapsed.

In that small room, he frantically banged against the railing, trying to end his life, but the limited space meant that he could not achieve his goal at all except to knock countless large bags on his head.

Outside the room, Qin Jisheng was standing expressionlessly with a few followers, listening to the crazy crash in the room.

After about another tea time, a follower listened to the gradually lowering voice in the small room, and said to Qin Jisheng carefully: "My lord, that guy inside seems to really can't stand it, do you want to release him?" If it's really crazy, we won't be able to explain it. ”

"Open the door and let him out." Qin Jisheng estimated the time, nodded and accepted the suggestion of the attendant.

"Bang la la......" The friction of iron chains sounded, and the door of the small room was opened from the outside, revealing Park Jung-soon, who was already slumped inside.

"Kill me, kill me quickly, stop torturing me." After breathing in the fresh air, the sluggish Park Chung-soon put forward the only request, what information, what is alive, it is all nonsense, and now as long as someone can give him a knife, he will exchange all his net worth.

But what awaits Park Jung-soon is still endless torture, a thin rope tied to the big finger, and the person is suspended in the air, only the toes of two feet can barely get a little support on the ground.

The sharp pain in his fingers forced Park Jung-soon to stand on tiptoe with all his strength, but the wound on his foot made it impossible for him to complete this simple action.

After only an hour, Park Jung-soon changed from crazy swearing to knowing everything and saying everything, just like what he said that day, he clearly said how many times he had wetted the bed when he was three years old.

The simpler the criminal law, the more it can reflect its power, Qin Jisheng felt that although it was dangerous to follow the red-clothed envoy, he could learn a lot of things that he had never known before.

The little black house and hanging are his new learnings, simple, labor-saving, and not worrying, as long as it takes a few days to get everything he wants to know, and there is no trace of scars on the inmate's body.

Qin Jisheng wanted to know who came up with this punishment, if he could find this person, he would definitely ...... I will definitely become a faithful believer in that person at all costs.

Yes, Qin Jisheng is such a person, a person who takes pleasure in crueltying others and gets pleasure from it.

He once had the 'good reputation' of a cool official in the Japanese Kingdom, and after he went to the Tang Dynasty, he followed them and learned a lot of torture techniques unique to the 'Seventh Group' from them.

This series of techniques made him like a fish in water, and he liked the word 'punishment' even more, and even the mention of these two words made him tremble with excitement.

It took about a whole afternoon, Qin Jisheng repeatedly asked all the things that Park Zhengchun had confessed nearly six times, and then he was a little unwilling to let him go.

Take the sorted materials and go to his new master, the Red Messenger.

And the reason why he will let Park Jung-soon go is also because he once promised that guy that as long as he explained what he knew, he would let him go free.

Although Qin Jisheng was cruel, he didn't dare to disobey the order of symmetry, and he had a fear from the bottom of his heart for the woman who killed people without blinking, so that he didn't want to or even dare to question any of her orders.

Half an hour later, in the satisfying room, Yang Tian and Xiangxin took the materials that Qin Jisheng had sorted out, and looked at them little by little.

"Is that all?" After scanking through it at a very fast speed, he handed over all the materials to Yang Tian.

"Yes, that guy should have nothing to hide anymore." Qin Jisheng still has some confidence in his interrogation ability and observation, and from Park Jung-chun's performance, he can already judge that that guy is basically useless, and all the information he knows should have been confessed.

"Good job this time, but no reward!" The experience of satisfying the heart in the early years made his mind more and more distorted during this time, and now in addition to being more enthusiastic about playing with people's hearts, intelligence or something is at most incidental.

"These are all things that villains should do, as long as the red clothes make them happy." Qin Jisheng is also a good person, and he has never discounted the arrangement of satisfaction, although he was told that there was no reward this time,

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