"Put her down and stick a stick!" Yu Aizhen didn't even glance at Gong Zhu, who was hanging there like a dead man, but just continued to give orders coldly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's over!" Gong Zhu's mind "snorted" - inserting a bamboo skewer is to insert a thin piece of bamboo from the fingernails. As the saying goes, "ten fingers are connected to the heart", and the nerve endings of the fingertips are the most abundant, and even if the iron person is inserted into this bamboo stick, it will hurt crazy.

The thugs in the interrogation room have their own division of labor, some are responsible for beating people, and some are responsible for rectifying people. Tasks such as sticking bamboo sticks belong to the "whole person" and are carried out by two other spies. The spies in charge of inserting bamboo sticks today are Yang Er and Che Namu, both of whom are members of Li Shiqun's director's office, and Li Shiqun specially brought his cronies and spies from his office here today to keep them secret and to ensure the quality of torture.

Although Yang Er and Che Namu are the people of Director Li Shiqun's office, they have the same ideas as those two spies who smoked thorns. After listening to Yu Aizhen's order, the two of them frowned, and muttered in their hearts: "This Yu Aizhen is too ruthless, Gong Zhu has already begged for mercy, and you still want to continue fighting, really, where are you interrogating?" It's just abuse! ”

The two of them felt indignant when they felt sorry for the fragrance and jade, and they even forgot about the beauty of eating her tofu when they let go of Gong Zhu's naked body.

No. 76 has a special bamboo stick workbench, like a large flat cross. The prisoner was fixed to a long wooden plank on a workbench during the execution, and his open hands could be shackled to the short plank. The execution agent only needs to nail bamboo sticks into the fingernails of the prisoners, and there is no need to worry about the prisoners' struggles affecting their work.

Despite the clever design of the tools, the agents still have a set of methods of cheating—making the bamboo sticks shorter and thinner to minimize the suffering of the victims.

Yang Er and Che Namu also thought so.

However, the two of them still have to do a little trick before they are executed - guess the fist - they have to decide who will do it by guessing the fist. I saw that no one next to the two of them guessed in the Shanghai dialect: "Guess the winter...... Guess the winter...... Guess Dongli guessed ...... "Due to the similar IQ, the two of them even guessed three or four rounds of the same, and Yu Aizhen, who looked at the side, had an itchy stomach."

She shouted, "What are you two doing? Yang Er, you're on! ”

Yang Erzheng and Che Namu were guessing boxing, and they couldn't help but hear Yu Aizhen, the female tiger, yelling at their names, and they were so frightened that the scissors that were supposed to come out turned into cloth with a shake of their hands, but the Che Namu on the opposite side took out the scissors as usual, so Yang Er lost, he could only turn around obediently and prepare to punish Gong Zhu.

Gong Zhu saw this scene from the gap in his long hanging hair and couldn't help but sigh secretly: "I didn't expect my life to be controlled in the hands of Yang Er, it's really a cup!" ”

After being beaten like this, although the thugs showed mercy, it was still Gong Zhu's unbearable pain, and she was confident that if she nailed a bamboo stick again, even if it was just a pain, it would kill her. And none of the wounds on her body were not hot and painful, and these pains supported her to raise her spirit again to ask Yu Aizhen for mercy: "Sister Aizhen, don't fight, tell you whatever you ask as long as I know......"

But Yu Aizhen didn't even look at her as if she hadn't heard it, and only yelled at Yang Er, who was lingering up and down Gong Zhu's body: "What are you doing in a daze?" Nail the bamboo stick! ”

Although Yang Er is usually a bit "two", he will never build his happiness on the pain of others, he has already saved the heart to help Gong Zhu, so he glanced at Yu Aizhen in disgust and picked up a bamboo stick and walked to Gong Zhu's side.

Gong Zhu had been rigidly fixed to the torture instrument at this time, and his two hands were tightly clasped by the clamps, and it was impossible to even turn his wrists. She looked desperately at Yang Er, who was approaching step by step, and begged for mercy: "Don't, don't, don't!" Don't come, please, don't come! Yang Er, I treat you well on weekdays, you can't see death without saving you! ”

Although Yang Er is "two", his mind is still quite clear at this time, and he knows that he can't help himself, and he can only help secretly. Looking at Gong Zhu's pitiful eyes, his heart was also sour: "I'm sorry Sister Gong Zhu, just bear with it!" It doesn't hurt much, ah......"

Yu Aizhen listened from a distance, and only felt that Yang Er was too two hundred and five, and if it didn't hurt to nail bamboo sticks, then there would be no torture in this world.

She only sneered and glared at Yang Er.

What Yu Aizhen didn't know was that Yang Er's bamboo skewer was shorter and thinner than ordinary bamboo skewers. Shorter bamboo skewers allow for less nail insertion, and thinner and sharper bamboo skewers can be inserted more quickly, which can reduce the pain of prisoners.

Gong Zhu closed his eyes in despair, and the muscles all over his body were tense, trying in vain to relieve some of the pain. Yang Er sat beside the torture instrument unhurriedly, stretched out his hand and pressed Gong Zhu's left ring finger - he tried his best to find a finger that he didn't use very often, don't look at his usual "two", and he is still very careful in doing things.

Gong Zhu's fingers were still running back, and Yang Zhu struggled desperately but couldn't do anything on Yang Zhu's second-hand strength. Yang Er straightened Gong Zhu's fingers - this was the first time he had touched Gong Zhu's slender fingers and smooth skin.

"Poor, beautiful, sexy woman......" Yang Er couldn't help but sigh again before waving his hand quickly, the bamboo stick was accurately inserted into Gong Zhu's left ring finger, like a bright red blood flower blooming on a delicate jade in an instant, Gong Zhu screamed miserably: "Ah......" Her body tried hard to arch, but was stuck by the steel buckle. The buckles dug deep into her skin, as if they would break her limbs at any moment.

Yang Er didn't pay attention to this, his eyes only looked at Gong Zhu's blood-stained, bud-like full and delicate chest, which was trembling and firm.

Gong Zhu's screams were so terrible that her screams could even be heard clearly by Li Shiqun, who was sitting in the interrogation room next door, and Wang Zi, who was sitting in the electric chair.

Li Shiqun is not surprised, Yu Aizhen's interrogation style is familiar to him - torture the prisoner to the point that life is worse than death and then interrogate - so Li Shiqun is still there in his heart to praise Yu Aizhen's dedication.

Wang Zi's situation is not much better than Gong Zhu's. When he first began to "confess", Li Shiqun pretended to listen to it with interest, but when Li Shiqun found out that Wang Zi was telling all about his and Gong Zhu's romances, and he didn't mention a word about the most important plot of how Gong Zhu pulled him into the water, he couldn't help but be angry.