The feeling of being stared at by a poisonous snake came back in an instant, and he suddenly stiffened, full of coldness, and he didn't know which leg to take first, so he shook his hands and bowed and saluted: "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, picked up the teacup and blew it slowly, without even looking at Bao Cheng, and only said lightly: "This 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.

Oh my God, did Han Changdui really invite 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, do you want to torture him like 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 walked coldly to the other torture instruments.

Bao Cheng glanced at those strange torture instruments, and felt that today was really an eye-opener, and he saw so many treasures whose names were not seen.

He saw Han Changdui take a dagger, more than three feet long, like a dragon, the cold light was pressing, he shook three times for no reason, and immediately shouted first: "I know, I know this, this is for live chopping." ”

Han Changdui raised his eyebrows in surprise, put down the dagger, and slowly stroked the long whip next to him with his fingers.

Before he could speak, he heard Bao Cheng hurriedly say: "That, that whip soaked in chili pepper water, the most sour pump." ”

Han Changdui let out a soft "oh" and looked at Bao Cheng playfully: "I didn't know that this whip had such a wonderful use, it seems that Bao Gongzi is not only well-informed, but also well versed in the way of torture to extract confessions. ”

Bao Cheng snorted secretly.

Is Lao Tzu crazy, not in Qimen to exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts and be admired, but to go to the Department of Internal Health to inspect hundreds of officials and spurn people, isn't this sick?

He thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, and he couldn't help but be covered in cold sweat when he looked at Han Changdu's murderous gaze, his face was pale, and he trembled like a dead leaf in late autumn.

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.

Bao Cheng has always followed the five senses with three views, who is good-looking and who is right, when he first saw Han Changdui, he was also scared, but he couldn't stand Han Changdu's shocking appearance, he still yearned for it.

On weekdays, although Han Changdui is also cold, he still has a living person's smiling appearance, but today, this is a Hades king, it's terrible.

No matter how good-looking Hades is, it's useless!!

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 tall shadow fell from the top of his head, and Bao Cheng involuntarily became a little shorter

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.

I don't know how long it took, Bao Cheng almost crawled out of the door of the prison of the Internal Security 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.

He Zhenfu walked to Bao Cheng's side with an umbrella, dragged him up, and said to the internal guard next to him: "Send Bao Gongzi to the party's room." ”

Bao Cheng was so cold that his lips were white, and he turned his head to look at He Zhenfu, his eyes full of gloomy: "What about Ah Qi?" ”

He Zhenfu choked up, turned his head and didn't speak, after working together for so long, how could he have no feelings, he couldn't bear it, but the iron law in the Internal Health Department was ruthless, such a big sin, it was useless for anyone to speak.

Without waiting for He Zhenfu's reply, Bao Cheng chuckled and staggered away behind the guard.

He knew very well that Han Changdui would have today's move, he must have been suspicious, even if he didn't say anything, everything he did also revealed his own weakness.

Today's things may not be simply good.

The charcoal basin in the torture room had been extinguished, and Han Changdu's whole body was trapped in the bed, full of coldness, motionless.

Bao Cheng is a literati in the end, he will definitely have a bit of a literati backbone, Han Changdui didn't expect to ask anything from his mouth, but when he really asked, he found that the hard bones were hard, and he was really fucking hateful.

I really want to kill Bao Cheng, what should I do?

It is no wonder that throughout the ages, officials and loyal ministers have not been treated well by saints, and their words are too ugly.

Hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor, Han Changdui suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head stiffly, looked at He Zhenfu who walked in in a hurry, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What did he say?" ”

He Zhenfu bowed his head and responded: "I just asked where Yao joined the army?" ”

Han Changwan was silent for a moment, stretched his sleeves, and walked out.

A man hurried out of the rain, a withered yellow coat that was washed by the rain, and the rain swirled down along his hat.

He ran so fast that his rain boots smashed heavily into the puddle, and in an instant the water splashed everywhere.

He ran to Han Changdui and wiped a handful of cold rain on his face, his face was white from the cold, his eyes were blazing, it was Meng Sui, who was drenched, he saluted calmly: "My lord, my subordinates have caught a person in Jingyang County, and he claims to be Wang Zhong." ”

"Wang Zhong?" Han Changwan raised his voice and asked in surprise: "Is it Wang Gui's own nephew, Wang Zhong who was accepted by him as his godson?" ”

Meng Sui stared at the god and said: "The subordinates have roughly interrogated, he claims to be, whether it is true or not, the subordinates have avoided the eyes and ears outside and brought people back, and the first instance will know." ”

Han Changdui said coldly: "Take him down for a strict trial, don't let him die." ”

This rainy night is destined to be a sleepless night, and I don't know how many people have trouble sleeping.

At dawn, it rained all night before it stopped, and the morning light flew leisurely, and every flower and tree was as fresh as washing.

The so-called secret prison is a single room made of molten iron, with no windows, only an iron door several inches thick, once the iron door is closed from the outside, you have the ability to reach the sky, but it is also difficult to fly, and it has always been used by the Department of Internal Security to hold felons.

This prison also has a purpose, that is, it keeps people awake all day and night.

The sound of the wind and rain outside last night fell on the ears of the people who were imprisoned in the prison, and the thunder shook the mountains, and the deafening sound did not stop for a moment.

Yao Qi sat in the dark prison for a night accompanied by violent noises, and every time sleepiness hit, when he just closed his eyes, the sound was like a broken gong, knocking heavily in his ears, and the sound was torn in his head.

She smacked her tongue, this voice was comparable to the magic sound of square dance, which was called a sour.

She has always been a person who can stay up late, in her past life without crossing over, staying up late to run tricks and filming, staying up late chasing dramas and playing games, it is not a problem, but it is her own volition, and she stays up until her eyes are black, and she is willing to do it, but now she is forced.

This is the same as the fact that the top students take the initiative and the scumbags are forced to learn.

Even if he breaks the leg of the scumbag, he will not be able to pass the examination of Tsinghua University and Peking University, and he can only anger himself into a myocardial infarction.

She slumped down in the darkness of the cell, her body stiff and her bones aching.

It's a torturous place, the noise pollution is serious, and the small size of the place is outrageous.

When a person is imprisoned in it, he cannot stand up straight, he cannot straighten his legs when he sits, and when he sits cross-legged, there is nowhere to put his knees, let alone lie down, and there is nowhere to lie down.

She patted the cold iron wall and shook her head with a wry smile.

Fortunately, she was a thin person, and she could curl up helplessly, and if it was a fat person who came in, she would have suffocated to death.

It seems that proper weight loss can save life at critical moments.