Chapter 98

Black Flag Camp resident, torture room.

Zhou Guangcai and Jia Sheng were still the only torturers in the camp. There are not many cases in the Black Flag Camp, and there is no plan to expand the torture team for the time being, so their days are much more leisurely than their counterparts in the guard. They usually drink tea when they are free, and spend most of the day lying on the recliner After a few months, both of them gained a layer of fat, and the two of them sometimes looked forward to having something to do.

In the end, something really happened in the evening, a well-dressed young man with delicate skin and tender flesh was brought over. It was Mr. Wen who was thrown into the dungeon before.

Looking at the torture catalog handed over at the same time, Zhou Guangcai and Jia Sheng looked at each other and smiled, finally enjoying themselves.

If you don't regard torture as "fun", you won't be able to do it for a long time if you do torture. That's why these talents are sometimes called killers.

"Brother Zhou, this person's cultivation level is not low! Nine levels of Qi refining, Dzogchen! Just stepping into the God-gathering realm! Only nineteen years old, amazing!"

"So what? Or are we at the mercy of our grandson? Hurry up and put him on the pillar, suppress his cultivation first, and then remove the town spirit talisman and plate lock, be careful not to cause trouble."

"Don't worry, Brother Zhou, if everything can go wrong, I won't be able to do this job."

Jia Sheng hung the person on the cross pillar, and then activated the spirit suppression on the cross pillar. This thing is specially prepared for monks. It can suppress the monk's cultivation base to ensure that it will not be used during the torture process. to counteract the pain.

After agitating the spirit-restraining ban, Jia Sheng took off the spirit-repelling talisman and plate lock that had been attached to Mr. Wen's body, because these things were no longer needed.

"You are bold!"

After getting rid of the board lock, this young master of the Wen family could finally speak. With a livid face, the first sentence was a yell. In his opinion, Jia Sheng and Zhou Guangcai were looking for death, and they dared to strip him of his clothes and tie him to a pillar. Come on, this is absolutely humiliating!

"If you can speak, speak well, don't make yourself suffer!" Jia Sheng raised his arm and slapped it across the face, blocking the words of Mr. Wen's back with a heavy slap. It's all here, still not sure about your position? This white-faced scholar is still a bit stupid.

The cultivation base was suppressed to almost nothing, but the monk's physical strength was still there. Jia Sheng's slap would not break the person, but the dignified son of the Wen family was slapped even if he didn't agree with him. This directly blows up the mentality.

"You, you, you! You are dead! You are dead!"

The remaining saneness was instantly slapped away, and the young man of the Wen family roared hysterically, his eyes turned red with anger.

"Slap!" Jia Sheng was not interested in talking nonsense to this kind of energetic fool who didn't know how to restrain himself. He raised his hand and slapped him across the face, and slipped a whip from the shelf beside him.

"Brother Zhou, why don't you serve him some side dishes first? How about the salt water red strips?"

"Okay, you do it first, I'll write the torture file, and I'll fill in one after the question comes out, it's more convenient." Zhou Guangcai wrote something with a pen without raising his head.

Seeing Zhou Guangcai nodding, Jia Sheng immediately grinned, took a whip and soaked it in a small bucket beside him for a while.

Inside the bucket is concentrated brine. A leather whip that has been soaked in water can only reach the meat, and each stroke can leave enough strength.

He raised his hand, swung it up, a whip flower, and then slammed it down, the water-soaked whip slapped the flesh, and in an instant there was a red welt two fingers wide. This is the origin of the side dish "salt water red strips".

Generally speaking, the salt water red bar will be drawn one hundred times, and then the intensity and type of punishment will be determined based on the state of the prisoner.

At the time of the hundred lashes, Shen Hao and Wang Jian pushed open the door of the torture room, waved their hands to tell Zhou Guangcai and Jia Sheng not to be too polite, and took a chair and sat in the corner, looking on the sidelines.

Seeing that Shen Hao came here in person, Zhou Guangcai and Jia Sheng naturally wanted to show something in front of Shangfeng, and they were even more skillful in their actions. The tricks of torturing people seemed to have a weird and cruel charm in their hands.

"What is your name?"

"You are dead, you are all dead!"

"Hey, he's in good spirits, Jia Sheng, just give him three hard dishes!"

"Okay!"

After working hard for a meal.

"What is your name?"

"you."

"Jia Sheng, if you add another hard dish to him, he will go down the third path."

"Wait a minute, I, ah!"

After another meal.

"What's your name?" Zhou Guangcai's voice was gloomy and careless as usual.

"Wen, Wen Renhai."

"Why do you want to kidnap people in the street? What is your purpose?"

Confessions one by one, some of the above questions deliberately drew Wen Renhai's behavior of kidnapping people in the street today closer to the previous series of disappearance cases, which seemed to be full of "guessing", but did not directly make Wen Renhai Beating him as an "accomplice", but leaving room for it.

"Two copies of this dossier will be rubbed, one will be sent to Tang Baihu, and the other will be sent to Chen Baihu in Fengri City. The original will be temporarily placed in the private files of the Black Flag Camp."

"Understood. What about the Wen family?"

"Don't worry about it. It's nothing to worry about if the people of the Wen family can't even receive this news. As for Wen Renhai and others, they will continue to be detained in the dungeon and strengthen their defenses. Without my signature, no one can come." see, do you understand?"

"yes!"

Wang Jian had just reported the two dossiers of rubbings, and after only a stick of incense, the news spread uncontrollably within Xuanqingwei in Licheng. This is a relationship that Wang Jian did not intentionally keep secret as ordered, and it also shows that the name of "Bai Dengshan Wen's family" is still very eye-catching.

Tang Qingyuan called Shen Hao to his own apartment in a hurry, with a very ugly expression on his face.

"What the hell do you want to do!"

"My lord, my subordinates are just enforcing the law impartially. Wen Renhai kidnapped people in the street and drugged them. There are witnesses and evidence, and Wen Renhai's own confession. This case."

"That's it! Don't be careless with me. I know that you, Shen Hao, are not deceitful about the case. What I'm asking is why you are free to provoke the Wen family!"

"My lord, Wen Renhai kidnapped my slave for no reason and crippled my housekeeper. He provoked me first, right?" Shen Hao stopped arguing with Tang Qingyuan, and bluntly expressed his unhappiness.

Tang Qingyuan was not annoyed by Shen Hao's tone. On the contrary, in his opinion, Shen Hao's undisguised attitude was indeed what "one of us" should be.

"The Wen family has always been domineering, this is nothing new. Three years ago they even dared to beat the gatekeeper of Fengri City, so what's the point of crippling your housekeeper? But, you brat is bold and black-hearted, and grabbed Wen Renhai Why don't you let go of the preparation? You don't really want to tear your face with the Wen family, do you?"

"My lord, we are just handling the case impartially. Why are we talking about it? The Wen family is powerful. If I can persuade Chen Baihu to release him, I have nothing to say."

The corners of Tang Qingyuan's mouth twitched when he heard this, he didn't know whether it was a smile or a wry smile.