Came to the wing room next to the lobby, gently pushed open a window, revealing a crack, and the two looked into the lobby.

Above the lobby, Hu San's hands were shackled, lying on a bench, his pants were taken off to his legs, his buttocks and thighs had been beaten bloody, and a few soaps next to him were still beating the board, and the lobby was full of the smell of blood and Hu San's screams of weakness.

After playing a round, Song Zhixian, who was sitting behind the desk in the warm pavilion, asked gloomily: "Hu San, this official asks you again, do you recruit or not?" ”

Hu San raised his head with difficulty and smiled bitterly: "My lord, I ...... I really don't have ...... Didn't kill Miss Bai Sumei, I ...... I only forcibly annihilated...... Bai Xiaomei, at that time...... Lady she ...... She's not there! ”

Song Zhixian slapped the stunned wood, tilted his neck and shouted hard: "Okay, good boy, you, your mouth is very hard!" Ben, this official wants to see, it's yours, your mouth is hard, also, it's still Lao Tzu's board is hard! Reach out and take out a stick from the desk holder and throw it down: "Here, give me a stick!" ”

"Yes!" The soaps on both sides agreed loudly, and took a set of "clamping sticks" made of poplar from the side. This clamp is composed of three round wooden sticks about three feet long, the outer one is fixed with an iron bar, the other two are strung with ropes, the two lower legs of the prisoner are sandwiched in the middle, and the two sides are violently pulled to the sides during the torture, and the three clamping sticks are tightened, and the prisoner's ankle is clamped fiercely, and the severe pain that lasts for a long time is enough to break the will of the person. The executioner exerted his strength according to the instructions of the magistrate, and if he used great force, the bones of the prisoner's feet were often crushed.

That Hu San naturally knew the benefits of this clamping stick, and he was already frightened, struggling and screaming for mercy, and the soaps ignored it, one soap Li rode on Hu San's back and held it down to make him unable to move, and the other soap Li three skillfully put Hu San's two ankles into the clamping stick and clamped it, pulled the rope one by one, made a posture ready to pull, and looked at Song Zhixian.

Song Zhixian shouted: "Okay, execution!" ”

Twice the soap Li pulled the clamp stick violently, and the round clamp clamped Hu San's ankle, and the severe pain made Hu San let out a hoarse scream. And this pain has been continuing, destroying Hu San's nerves little by little, Hu San's screams are getting lower and lower, the unbearable continuous pain has made his will blurred, and blood has gushed out of his tightly bitten lower lip. Soap Li was used to this situation, and he was not soft-hearted, but he just tightened the clamp hard, only to hear the sound of the rope creaking and tightening echoing in the lobby. After fighting hard for a while, Hu San finally passed out.

Song Zhixian made a stop gesture. Soap Li loosened the rope, but did not remove the clamp. A soap Li squatted down to check the injury, and when he saw that Hu San was still breathing, he said: "Back to my lord, the prisoner has passed out!" ”

Song Zhixian snorted coldly: "Wake him up!" ”

"Yes!" After the two soaps agreed, they brought cold water from two large wooden basins and poured it on Hu San's body with a bang.

Hu San's body moved, and he let out a painful moan.

Song Zhixian sneered a few more times: "Hu San, what's the matter, how is it?" Recruit yes, no recruit? ”

Hu San was so painful that he almost died, and said with difficulty: "Master! I...... I'm talking about...... That's the truth! ”

"Good! Good! Good! Good you, you Hu San! Song Zhixian stretched out his hand and took another wooden skewer and threw it above the lobby, "Give it to me again, clip it to me!" ”

On both sides, Soap Li tightened the clamp again, Hu San screamed, the continuous severe pain made his eyes wide, almost bulging out, and he bit his lip desperately again, blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth, it can be seen that he is using his greatest endurance to stiffen, "Click~!" Click! ~" Hu San's ankle made a sound that something was about to break, and the severe pain finally made Hu San unable to bear it anymore, and let out a miserable scream: "Ah~~!" I'm recruiting! I've got it! ”

As soon as Song Zhixian raised his hand, the soap who used the torture let go of his hand, Hu San gasped in pain, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "I recruited!" I've got everything! ”

Song Zhixian probed: "You, you said, Bai Xiaomei is, did you kill it?" ”

"Yes...... I killed it! ”

"How, how did you kill it?"

"With your hands...... Strangled by hand. ”

"That Bai, Bai Sumei is not you, you killed it?"

"It's me...... I killed it! ”

"How did you kill it?"

"With a knife...... Stabbed to death with a knife. ”

"Hu, nonsense!" Song Zhixian was shocked, "It's clear, it's clear that you can't do it, pinch, strangle her!" ”

"Yes, yes...... It was strangled to death. ”

"Don't be punished, you, you're not honest, bring the truth to the truth!" Song Zhixian's words were full of pride.

Hu San lay on the ground and slowly said goodbye. Song Zhixian patted the shocked wood from time to time to correct Hu San's statement, Hu San followed Song Zhixian's intentions and confessed, and the criminal master who was in charge of recording on the side recorded Hu San's confession, and then put it in front of Hu San and asked him to draw it.

Yang Qiuchi had seen a lot of torture to extract confessions at the Public Security Bureau, but those forced confessions still had some concerns, and he had to consider not causing disabilities or scars to the criminal suspects, otherwise, he would have to be invited by the procuratorate to drink coffee, so it was generally used in disguised corporal punishment. For example, not being allowed to sleep for several days and nights, standing for a long time in a strange position, drenching clothes with cold water to make the suspect freeze in the cold wind, and so on. Yang Qiuchi was very disgusted and even disgusted by such behavior, and looked down on such criminal investigators from the bottom of his heart.

After coming to the Ming Dynasty, I saw Song Zhixian openly torture in the lobby to extract confessions, and he had almost no scruples. He also knew that in ancient times, it was allowed to use legal torture instruments to extract confessions during the interrogation of prisoners, but those empty words describing the extortion of confessions could not be as shocking as the living torture scenes seen in front of him.

Judging from the effect of torture, on the surface, Hu San confessed all of them, but Yang Qiuchi was very unsure, Hu San only admitted that he forcibly annihilated Bai Xiaomei, and he did not confess to the killing of the Bai sisters.

"Whoa! My dad has finished the trial, what are you doing in a daze? Song Yun'er pushed Yang Qiuchi and said angrily.

"Oh, it's nothing, the first time I saw the interrogator, I was a little distracted."

Song Yun'er smiled coquettishly and grabbed Yang Qiuchi's arm, "Let's go, find my father." You helped him solve the case, and he must be happy! ”

Yang Qiuchi followed Yun'er to the second hall with the little black dog to wait, and after a while, Song Zhixian turned out of the lobby with a smile, came to the second hall, saw Yun'er and Yang Qiuchi, and said with a smile: "Good daughter, why are you here?" ”

Song Yun'er jumped up and ran to Song Zhixian's side and grabbed Song Zhixian's hand: "Let's come to see Daddy's case!" Daddy is so majestic in the lobby! ”

Song Zhixian patted Song Yun'er's arm proudly, looked at Yang Qiuchi and said, "Yang Xianzuo, it's all up to you to solve this case!" I won't treat you badly! ”

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