"Whew!" was the sound of a long whip cutting through the air. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Smack!" was the sound of a leather whip hitting the skin.

But the body that had been whipped did not let out the expected screams, but only shook slightly, and then hung down again.

"Oh, I'm fainting again. The meaty-faced torturer put down the whip in his hand and walked to the corner of the cell.

The blood-stained bucket was lifted, dragged to the bottom, and with a splash of ice-cold water slammed down on the poor man who had fallen unconscious, forcing him to wake up.

"Uh, uh......" staccato moans came from the bruised figure.

"Say!What is your relationship with that Leon!What is the situation with your organization!How did you pass on the news!" The torturer picked up the whip again.

"I really don't know him......" The fat flesh covered in whip marks writhed and made a weak sound.

"Then why did he stay in your stall for so long? You went to the backyard secretly! You went for so long! Say, what the hell did you say in the backyard?" the torturer said.

The prisoner's fat face was covered in blood and tears, and his eyes were full of fear: "I've said it countless times...... I just took him to the backyard fence to pick the cows, and he asked to slaughter them himself, so I had to accompany him...... I really don't know him, I haven't seen him when I came out, I really don't know what kind of organization it is, I'm just a cattle dealer who sells cattle for Viscount Ley's family, I really don't know those things......"

"The whole market, everyone else is under surveillance! When you went to the backyard, you disappeared for a while, and you dare to say you don't know?" the interrogator clearly expressed disbelief.

"Please, please, I really ......," the cattle dealer begged.

But the whip was raised anyway......

The door of the small black room slowly opened, and the dazzling sunlight shone in, and with the sunlight came in was a man in military uniform.

He strode forward, sat down at the table, put the pen and paper in his hand in place, knocked on the table again, and woke up a strong man who was sleeping on the table.

"Today, I am in charge of inquiring, rest assured, everyone believes in you, you just need to repeat what you have seen and heard. The shrewd and capable man in military uniform picked up the pen and tapped the table with the pen: "Let's start now." ”

The cold-faced strong man on the other side of the table raised his head, his face was a little pale, and his throat was a little dry: "Okay, then I'll say it again." It was about eight o'clock in the evening, and Richie suddenly ran out of the room, saying that the target was missing, and I entered the room with him, and after careful confirmation, I found that the target was indeed missing. And then we pulled the alarm. I promise, at the time of the shift change, the people were still there, and I remember that the target was lying on his side in bed, facing the wall, and was supposed to be sleeping. Then I went outside the door and Richie was in charge of the room. I can assure you that the door has never been opened! ”

"How long did it take for you to change shifts and find out that the person was missing?" asked the man in military uniform.

"It should be an hour or so, the goal is to disappear within an hour, and I hope to strictly check the room again, maybe a hidden secret passage or something, otherwise it will all be completely unexplainable. The cold-faced strong man insisted.

"The room has been thoroughly inspected, and we haven't found any secret passages!" the uniformed man paused, "Now, let's talk about Richie, how much do you know about him?"

"Impossible! Richie, he can't ......," the cold-faced strong man hurriedly retorted.

"Don't worry, let's talk. I know that most of the Iron Guards are the personal guards of His Majesty in the past, as well as the best of the few Guards Legions, and their loyalty to His Majesty can be guaranteed regardless of their family background or loyalty. The man in military uniform interrupted the cold-faced strong man's rebuttal and said directly: "However, there is no harm in chatting, isn't it?"

He smiled and put the pen back on the paper, "Let's move on, what do you know about Richie?"

......

In the empty warehouse, a large group of people were busy intently.

The originally neat shelves were dismantled and decomposed and neatly placed outside the warehouse. The ground was clean, a layer was not clean, and more than a dozen people lined up in a row, lying on the ground and scanning carefully. Windows, door frames, door locks, ceilings, roofs, everything has to be checked inside and out.

Outside the warehouse, there stood a group of people with cold faces.

It was obviously the depths of winter, but the man in a strong suit was still sweating profusely, and he made a report tremblingly: "After these days of meticulous inspection, we have not found any clues, no trace of damage to the doors and windows. Only the door lock was violently destroyed, and judging from the traces on it, the person who destroyed it had at least a grandmaster-level cultivation, and with one slash, he cut it into two sections, and the moves were very fast and accurate. In addition, all kinds of ingredients that were originally piled up in the warehouse, as well as some tools and miscellaneous items that were kept in the manor earlier, have all disappeared. And there were no traces left, neither the drag marks of heavy objects on the ground, nor the debris spilled by rubbing against each other, the residual blood stains of meat, or the water marks left by vegetables. It was as if it had disappeared in an instant, very abruptly!"

"That means there's no clue?" It was a very nice female voice, but now, the voice was full of anger.

"Yes...... Still is...... Still no clues. The man in the power suit lowered his eyebrows, and his tone was full of unwillingness and incomprehension.

"Hehe, you said there was no clue in the room, you said there was no clue in the market, and now in the manor, in the warehouse, there is still no clue. With so many ingredients, all kinds of ingredients, no less than a hundred, no less than a thousand catties, piled up in the warehouse, how can they all disappear in such a short period of time?" the female voice asked sharply.

"However, neither the guards of the warehouse, nor the patrols of the manor, nor the open and secret sentinels, have found that anyone has entered the warehouse, nor has anyone carried anything out of it. This whole thing is so weird, there's a weirdness everywhere, completely, completely incomprehensible. I think the mysterious organization you're looking for should be far more terrifying than we think!" The man in the suit said his analysis.

"Forget it, Sophie, since there is no clue, forget it, we have nothing to lose anyway, have we?" A bearded young man with a spear on his back walked up from a distance and walked up to the beautiful girl with furious hair.

"Besides, didn't he leave something for you? don't you go and see it? Anyway, it's better than wasting time here. The black-armored gunman admonished in distress.

(To be continued.) )