Seeing this, Han Changdui was stunned for a moment, and then a sense of happiness that even he hadn't noticed took over his heart.

As Sun Ying said, the soft filament he found on his body was a very short one, and the break was torn off by force, and then swallowed by Wang Gui.

But Yao Qi's shadowless filament is obviously intact.

He thought that Yao Qi was not the only one in this world who had no shadow.

He slowly handed the shadowless silk to Yao Qi, raised his eyes to look at each other, opened his mouth, and finally didn't say a word.

He knew that his heart, out of selfishness, even if there were many suspicions, he was willing to believe her, but in fact, even if the shadowless thread was intact, he could not clear her suspicion after all.

The sky was so cloudy that it rained unconsciously, it was the kind of drizzle that soaked the world silently.

The lamps under the porch fluttered in the rain, and the dim lights became more and more hazy and warm.

The green bricks on the ground have long been soaked by the rain, and there are some shallow puddles, and the fine rain falls into the water, stirring up a little splash.

The rain was getting heavier, the wind was getting more and more rapid and crazy, and the sound of lapping on the window lattice was like thunder, waking up the two people in the room who were relatively speechless.

Han Changdui suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "He Zhenfu." ”

He Zhenfu hurriedly responded, pushed the door in, and brought in a damp rain and mist.

Han Changdui glanced at Yao Ji fixedly, and said in a light voice with an expressionless face: "Escort Yao to the secret prison and not leak any news to the outside world." ”

Hearing this, Yao Qi pursed his lips and let out a faint smile, and the whole person relaxed.

He Zhenfu said "ah", turned his head to look at Yao Qi, who was full of indifference, and then looked at Han Changdu, who was expressionless, he hurriedly lowered his head and said yes.

Walking out of the room, Yao Qi faced the dense rain and looked up at the sky.

The raindrops became heavier and heavier, tinkling on the roof tiles, and the internal security division, which had always been cold, was a little more beautiful out of thin air in the rain.

She squinted her eyes and walked out into the rain without hesitation.

He Zhenfu took the oil-paper umbrella erected in the corner of the wall and opened it on the top of Yao Qi's head: "Yao joined the army." ”

Yao Ji turned his head and smiled, but pushed He Zhenfu's hand away, and followed He Zhenfu to the so-called "secret prison" in the wind and rain. ”

She wiped her cold face soaked in the rain, and through the heavy rain curtain, the figure gradually disappeared.

Han Changdui looked at He Zhenfu's wet turn back, and asked gloomily, "What about Bao Cheng?" ”

He Zhenfu said in a low voice: "It's been brought in." ”

Han Changwan closed his eyes: "Take it to the torture room." ”

"......" He Zhenfu didn't come up in one breath, and almost suffocated to death.

What is the young envoy of his family doing, is he going to kill?

Crazy, this is.

Bao Cheng was pulled out of the quilt by He Zhenfu, he didn't sleep so early, but today is not good, it's a rainy day, and it is a good match for sleep.

He was brought into the Internal Security Division with a head full of anger, and saw the big iron gate of the Internal Security Division's prison and the lantern in front of the door through the heavy rain, and the anger disappeared immediately.

He turned his head to look at He Zhenfu, who was covered in cold, the cold light on the saber was extremely cold, he couldn't help but shiver, and laughed dryly: "He, He Zongqi, this, what is this for?" ”

He Zhenfu glanced at Bao Cheng: "The young envoy invited Bao Gongzi to watch the play." ”

As soon as he heard this, Bao Cheng subconsciously wanted to run away.

Don't be funny, go into the prison of the Internal Security Division to watch the play, he is afraid that he will not be able to go out if he has his life.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, and he wanted to run, but he couldn't, and he watched as the two guards pushed open the door of the prison, revealing a series of downward stone steps, dark and gloomy, and chilling.

He heard He Zhenfu spit out two emotionless words: "Let's go." He followed two steps, and as soon as he got down the steps, a chill came up from under his feet, and he shivered twice.

He asked tremblingly: "He, He Zongqi, can you, can you allow me to add some clothes, a little, cold ......"

As soon as he said the word "cold" halfway, he looked at He Zhenfu's cold eyes, and he immediately swallowed the remaining half back, his mouth was tightly pursed, and he formed a straight line, shrunk his neck and followed down.

It was the first time he had walked into the prison of the Department of Internal Guards, and listening to the sound of the soles of his shoes grinding on the green bricks, he felt cold, and wondered what was the difference between this famous prison of the Department of Internal Health and other places.

He had seen how terrible Jinyiwei's edict was on the TV series, and he thought that the most terrible thing was the edict.

The prison of the Internal Security Division is dug a deep pit underground, which is equivalent to the basements of Bao Cheng's previous life, but there are still many window-like vents in the basement, but the prison of the Internal Security Division has not opened a single window.

The more Bao Cheng walked, the more gloomy he felt, and the thick smell of blood and rancid smell was mixed around, making him inexplicably reminded of the slaughterhouse.

Walking through the long corridor, he didn't see half of the cell, let alone a prisoner, he thought silently, wondering if this cell was the same as in the TV series, covered with thin moldy and rotten straw, living with rats and bugs, smelling urine and feces for a few days and rotting smell, which can force people to lose their sense of smell.

He thought again, I wonder if there is a single room in the prison of the Internal Security Division.

Walking to the end of the road, smelling all kinds of smoky smells along the way, Bao Cheng finally couldn't help it, covered his heart, and retched on to the stone wall.

He Zhenfu looked at it coldly, showed a little pity, shook his head, and urged in a cold voice: "Hurry up, don't rub it off, go quickly." ”

Bao Cheng stubbornly walked and followed He Zhenfu into an empty hall.

The bloody atmosphere in the hall suddenly became thicker, and the temperature was a few points higher than in the corridor.

Bao Cheng lowered his head, and the corner of his eye slipped slightly in the hall, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound.

The place was apparently a torture chamber, with various torture instruments hanging on three walls, and in the middle of the torture chamber was a row of iron torture racks, which were stained with dried black and purple blood and hair.

He was silent, tortured to extract confessions, and really fucking had no human rights.

He suddenly felt a chill in his back, and quietly raised his eyes to see that Han Changdui was sitting on the Hu bed facing the torture rack, taking a cup of tea and sipping it slowly, his eyes slanting coldly.

He suddenly stiffened, his heart was full of cold, he didn't know which leg to step on first, and he shook his hands and bowed: "I've seen the young envoy." ”

Han Changwei nodded without smiling, and pointed to the Hu bed next to him: "Sit." ”

How dare Bao Cheng sit, hurriedly waved his hand frantically, as if his hand was scalded by boiling water: "No, no, no, what do you have to say, just say it, late life, you must do it." ”

Han Changwan seemed to smile and picked up the teacup

Blowing slowly, he didn't even look at Bao Cheng, and only said lightly: "The official doesn't have any instructions, he just wants to invite Bao Gongzi to watch a show." ”

Bao Cheng's legs trembled so much, his lips trembled so badly that he could barely say a complete sentence: "Look, what kind of play are you watching?" ”

My mother, what kind of drama should you watch in such a bloody and cruel place.

Is it to play five horses and split the corpse, with a thousand cuts?

The charcoal basin in the middle of the torture room was burning, and Han Changdui's face was a little distorted in the firelight, he stretched his sleeves, stood up slowly, and asked Bao Cheng lightly: "Has Bao Gongzi seen a hundred operas?" ”

Bao Cheng was stunned for a moment.

Hell, could it be that Han Changdui really invited him to come to the play?

Han Changdui slowly walked to a row of soldering irons, took off one of them, and soaked it in the charcoal pot for a long time, before the burnt red was raised, and shook it in front of Bao Cheng's eyes: "Has Bao Gongzi ever eaten roasted mutton?" He slurped: "This thing is branded on people, and the taste is more fragrant than roasted mutton." ”

Bao Cheng vomited, my mother, don't do this, he doesn't want to eat barbecue in his life.

Han Changdui watched Bao Cheng's face change, he pulled the corners of his mouth, took a step to the side without smiling, and picked up a sharp iron brush.

Bao Cheng's eyes lit up, a cold light flashed in his heart, and he suddenly raised his voice: "I, I, I know this, this is called the punishment of grooming, pour boiling water on people, and then use this thing to brush the skin and flesh." ”

Han Changdui let out a soft "oh", the tail note was high and cold, but the smiling appearance was even more terrifying than the cold and solemn appearance in the past: "Bao Gongzi is really well-informed, and even recognizes the torture tools in the Internal Security Division." ”

Bao Cheng smiled bitterly.

He is well-informed, it is clear that the directors and screenwriters of TV series are well-informed, and they can make these torture instruments as fake and real.

Han Changdui threw the iron brush, and coldly introduced two kinds of torture tools to Bao Cheng, until he was forced to be covered in cold sweat, his face was pale, and he trembled like a dead leaf in late autumn, then he stopped and looked at him solemnly.

Bao Cheng can be regarded as understanding Han Changdu's intention to let him go.

This is to scare him to death, to scare him so that his willpower is completely lost.

He gasped for breath and forced himself to compose himself as quickly as possible.

But it's so difficult, he really can't do it without trembling or being afraid, the reality is a thousand times more terrible than the TV series.

He reluctantly spoke, and his voice was out of tune: "Dada, my lord, you, you, you, ask, ask." ”

Han Changwan knew very well that Bao Cheng was already on the verge of collapse, so he pushed it again and said everything.

He narrowed his eyes and walked in front of Bao Cheng.

The torrential rain is like an injection, and it is getting heavier and heavier, pouring on the tiles and the ground, and the rumbling sound is like a huge ship running over, and there is a bit of a tendency for the earth to shake the mountains.

Bao Cheng almost crawled out of the door of the prison of the Internal Health Division, rolling all over the dirt, I don't know if it was blood or mud or minced meat that fell from torture.

He staggered into the torrential rain, his mouth wide open and panting for air, greedily and frantically sucking in fresh air.

The rain kept falling, and in an instant he was drenched.

He looked up at the sky, the rain washed all around him very clearly, and the air was fresh and pleasant, but he suddenly felt a wave of disgust.

He suddenly fell to his knees in the puddle, his fingers digging at the cracks of the green bricks, retching one after another.