Chapter 445: The Stolen Treasure 4

Di Jia sat quietly in the office for five minutes, when there was a knock on the door outside the room.

Two guards, one on the left and one on the right, stretched their slender arms, and half dragged and half dragged the young man to the door of the room.

The prison uniform on the young man became a little tattered due to the whipping, and the poor-quality linen material was stained with a mixture of mud, blood, and water.

The two guards supported Bai Lixin and stood at the door helplessly, not even daring to look up at the terrifying existence above.

The man glanced at the pale young man with blurred eyes: "What are you doing outside in a daze, bring someone in."

The guards hesitantly supported the man and moved two steps in. One of them boldly asked, "Sir, where is the man?"

This is the officer's office. The prisoner's clothes are so dirty that this office will be dirty wherever he puts them.

The young man snorted unconsciously, his lips were as white as snow falling outside the window against the blush of his cheeks.

The man just glanced away before looking away, "Put it on the bed and bring a brazier over here, where is the doctor?"

The guard was stunned for a moment, but still respectfully put him on the big black bed, "The doctor has already called, and he should be here soon."

The sound of hurried footsteps "slap" sounded in the corridor. As the footsteps approached, a man in a white coat hurriedly held the door frame to stabilize his steps, "Sir, I'm here. Are you injured? Are you injured?" Where does it hurt?"

"It's not me." The man in military uniform pointed at the only big bed in the room, "Go and see him, he's sick."

The doctor's originally worried expression froze, and he looked at the figure lying on the bed in some surprise.

Because of the obstruction of two guards, he could only vaguely see part of the details of the person on the bed, and he couldn't help frowning when he saw the prison clothes clearly.

prisoner?

How did the prisoner show up in the sheriff's office?

Just now when he heard that the guard asked him to go to the warden's office to see a doctor, he thought the chief was sick.

A mere prisoner deserves to lie on the officer's bed?

The doctor quickly suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, walked to the bedside calmly, and silently diagnosed the patient on the bed.

The guard had already left the office under Ti Jia's signal, and only the man in military uniform, the doctor, and the young man lying on the bed with dazed eyes remained in the huge room.

At this time, the temperature outside had dropped to more than ten degrees below zero, and heavy snow fell from the sky, covering the land.

The heavy snow brought down not only the beautiful scenery of whiteness, but also the extremely cold temperature.

The guards went back and forth, and brought a hot brazier according to Di Jia's instructions.

After the sound of "tapping" footsteps and the sound of the door opening and closing, the room became quiet again.

The man in the military uniform remained in a sitting posture all the time, with his legs crossed and his eyes fixed on the two people on the bed.

The charcoal in the brazier made "crackling" and "cracking" sounds. The high temperature turned the charcoal from pitch black to fiery red, and the charcoal that was completely burned and useless turned from fiery red to a pile of scattered ashes.

After a while, the doctor who was busy beside the bed slowly stood up, "Sir, it's nothing serious, it's just a cold, and an injection will take effect immediately."

"He looks like he hasn't eaten in a while and that's why he's so weak."

"Don't worry, sir, this prisoner's life is not in danger. Send him back to his cell and watch him finish his meal. I guarantee he will be fine tomorrow."

The man in military uniform was silent. He stood up from the sofa and walked to the bed, staring at the young man on the bed with blade-like eyes, wandering downwards from the young man's hair little by little.

In the end, his gaze was fixed on the young man's red whip, "Where's his whip? Do you need medicine?"

The doctor was stunned for a moment, but then immediately replied: "You can take medicine or not. His body has been sterilized with salt water, so it won't be inflamed, and at most it will leave some scars. Big man, There's nothing wrong with leaving a scar."

The man in military uniform: "..."

The doctor paused, and continued: "Besides, I know this person. He is the thief who stole the Sun Kiss crown, right? Such a felony is definitely a death sentence. Since he is dying, it doesn't matter what he does. Just hold your breath."

"You talk too much." Displeasure flashed in the man's eyes, "Do you really think his life is worthless? The Queen was furious about the disappearance of Sun Kiss. ​​He is the only clue to find Sun Kiss. ​​If He's dead, and we're all going to be punished. Whether it's the fever medicine or the scars, you've got to treat him well."

A chill suddenly rose from the doctor's back, and his body froze suddenly, "I, I understand, sir, it's my subordinates who are stupid, I'll treat his wound now."

The doctor gave the young man an injection of antipyretics, took out scissors from the toolbox and aimed at the young man's clothes.

He carefully cut up the clothes around the young man's wound. After making several cuts, he found that there were still wounds inside the clothes. He simply used the scissors to cut up all the tattered prison clothes, exposing the young man's upper body.

There are criss-crossing red welts all over the smooth body.

The latex glove squeezed out the ointment and put it on the fingertips, and spread it freely on the young man's wound.

The cold ointment stung the young man's nerves, and the half-awake young man couldn't help but let out an instinctive hum, and the facial features on his broken face also wrinkled.

It looked weak and pathetic.

The man standing beside the bed like a mountain peak had dark and unpredictable eyes, staring at the doctor's hand coldly.

The eyes that could not be ignored were chasing after his fingers, and the doctor couldn't hide his nervousness. Suddenly, one of his hands pressed heavily on the young man's wound, and the young man let out a suppressed and mournful moan.

The wrist was suddenly grasped with a force as thick as pliers, and the man in the military uniform said coldly: "Leave the ointment, you go out first."

The strong pressure came suddenly, the doctor's hand shook, and the metal tray placed beside the bed was accidentally knocked to the ground with a "snap", making a crisp sound.

The doctor looked up at the man above him with a pale face: "Sir, sir, I'm sorry."

The man let go of the doctor's wrist: "The hair is frizzy, pack your things."

The doctor shrank his neck and lowered his head resignedly to pick up the tools that had fallen to the ground. When he looked up again, he found that the man had already sat on the side of the bed and took the ointment in his hand. It seemed that he was about to apply the medicine to the young man.

The doctor was surprised, and hurriedly said respectfully: "Sir, I'll do it. He is a dirty prisoner, and it is a great honor that you have bestowed on him to be able to lie on your resting bed. How can he deserve you to administer the medicine himself?"

"If I don't give him medicine, do you want you to be frizzy and continue to aggravate the condition of this important person? As I said, he is the only clue to find the kiss of the sun. What I want is not his life, but his good life." , I will not hand over such an important criminal to you who is not good at business, understand? If you understand, you can retire now. I don’t want to repeat the same thing a second time.”

The doctor gritted his teeth, and finally said nothing but bowed down in awe and said, "Sir, then I will take my leave."

The door of the room opened and closed, and only the man in black military uniform and the weak young man on the bed were left in the room.

The man glanced at Bai Lixin without emotion, took off his leather gloves after a few seconds, and walked into the room beside him.

Hearing the footsteps of the man leaving, the weak young man slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear, and there was no confusion and weakness just now.

The sound of rushing water came from the small room next to it.

Bai Lixin silently looked at the room while the man left.

This is a very large office. There are only two colors of black and white in the huge room. At first glance, it seems that you have entered some kind of unlucky room.

Black desk, black office chair, black sofa, black cabinet, black bed, even the quilt and pillows are black.

The entire room reveals a few words: Rigid and rigorous, lifeless.

Bai Lixin's gaze fell out of the window.

The black curtains were rolled up and hung on both sides, and there was heavy white snow floating outside the windows.

Looking out from here, you can see a large yard, and in the distance is a high wall.

White snow fell on the fence, and the unburied metal wires were exposed from the white snow. It stands there silently, telling others how scary it is.

It's like a forgotten area.

Depressed, empty.

Only black and white, lost other colors.

The sound of splashing water stopped, and the sound of crisp leather shoes stepping on the ground sounded.

Bai Lixin withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes.

The sound of footsteps soon came to my ears, there was the rustling sound of cloth rubbing, and then a moist, hot and soft touch fell on my body.

Feeling the touch slowly move around his body, Baili Xin froze for a moment.

Dijia was so busy inside just now that he soaked a towel in hot water and wiped himself.

The eyes are closed, and after losing the way of receiving the outside world with the eyes, the ability of other senses will naturally improve.

The opponent's strength was very gentle, and the towel took care of every corner of him.

Especially when he came to the wound, he could feel the opponent's deliberate slowing down and avoiding force.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a smile.

What a heartwarming treat on this bitterly cold winter day.

After wiping his upper body, the man applied the ointment to his hands and reapplied the young man.

After taking the medicine on his body at work, he took a brief look at the young man's legs and found that the young man's legs were not injured, so he ignored it.

When everything is done, the man covers the young man with a quilt.

When he passed the brazier, he thought about it, and then kicked the brazier towards the bed.

Then the man sat down on the sofa again, staring at the bed with indifferent eyes through the quiet air, not knowing what he was thinking.

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When Bai Lixin woke up, he smelled the aroma of rice.

He just wanted to pretend to be dizzy for a while, but he fell asleep unconsciously under Di Jia's gentleness.

It was still daytime outside, and the snow outside the window had stopped at some point, leaving only a vast expanse of whiteness.

He looked out suspiciously, and saw a dining car not far from the bed, and the food on the dining car was still steaming white.

A neatly stacked set of prison uniforms was placed on the bedside table.

"Woke up?"

A low, emotionless voice sounded in the room, and Bai Lixin followed the voice to see that Di Jia was sitting on the sofa in the distance and looking at him.

The black felt army coat on his body had been taken off at some point, and the black hat on his head was also hung on the hanger. His silver hair and the white snow outside the window complemented each other, shining with radiant stars.

Bai Lixin was a little absent-minded for a moment, staring blankly at the man in silence.

The man didn't get an answer, and his face didn't change much.

He stepped on the ground with his slender legs and stood up. The belt and armor belt outlined a man's figure, straight shoulders, thin waistline, tall and long legs, Baili Xin couldn't find any flaws.

The man walked up to Bai Lixin and looked down at him.

Just when Baili Xin was fascinated, the man stretched out his hand, and Bai Lixin felt a rough touch on his forehead. Two seconds later, the man withdrew his hand: "It seems that the fever has subsided. When you wake up, put on your clothes and take the food away." Eat, I have something to ask you."

The expression on his face didn't change from the beginning to the end, and he looked businesslike.

Bai Lixin came back to his senses, said "thank you", put on the clothes on the bedside table, and obediently ate some food.

When he was doing this, the man was still sitting on the sofa he had been sitting on and staring at Bai Lixin, his eyes were emotionless, rather than looking at Bai Lixin, it would be more vivid to use "surveillance".

Time passed by, and the wall clock on the wall had gone from twelve o'clock to half past twelve.

The man was not in a hurry, just quietly waiting for Bailixin to finish eating.

It wasn't until Baili Xin put down his chopsticks that the man continued, "Are you full?"

Bai Lixin nodded: "I'm full, thank you."

Man: "You don't have to thank me. It's my cultivation to keep the prisoner alive until I get the answer I want to know. Come here after eating. I have something to ask you."

Seeing the young man approaching, the man in military uniform stretched out his long arm and took the information on the coffee table in his hand, "What's your name?"

"Barisin."

"Bailixin?" The man read the name and opened the notebook, "It says your name is 'Mr. X', which name is real?"

Bai Lixin: "Both are correct, my official registration is 'Mr. X', but you can call me 'Baili Xin'."

Man: "Can I call you 'Bailixin', is that another name for you?"

Bai Lixin nodded: "Yes, I will only tell this name to someone I trust."

The man raised his head and glanced at the young man. The young man's thick eyelashes were like two small fans, half covering the other's bright and sincere eyes. "You mean, I am someone you can trust?"

"Of course." The young man smiled, "Didn't you save me from the prison? Otherwise, I would not be able to stand here and talk to you. You can help me like this, which means that you must believe me, believe me I did not steal the Sunkissed Crown."

The man looked at the young man in front of him thoughtfully, his sharp eyes slid across the young man's face inch by inch, and finally fixed his gaze on the other party, "I think you have misunderstood a little, I am not your partner, I am your partner." Judge."

"Don't play such close tricks with me. I have met many people like you. They either disguised themselves with sincerity, or tried to confuse my judgment with false lies, but they found the wrong opponent."

"the same as you."

"I'm not helping you. I brought you here to treat you because you are an important prisoner. You are still valuable to me. I won't let you go until I get the answers I want. die."

"And..." the man paused, his eyes flickering with coldness, "I don't like the scars left by others on my prisoner. In contrast, I prefer to destroy my prisoner with my own hands. Seeing him It's my pleasure to fall apart bit by bit from the healthiest state."

"But you are right about one thing. I really believe in you. I believe that in the next few days, you will definitely bring a little different joy to my boring life," the corner of the man's lips moved, revealing his so far The first smile, but this smile is very cold, "I hope you can hold on longer, don't let me lose this happiness so quickly

. "

The expected fear did not appear on the young man's face, instead the young man raised a smile: "Okay, if it can make your life more joyful, then I will be happy to cooperate with you."

Dijia's eyes turned cold, and he looked at the young man in front of him with sharp eyes.

He tried to find flaws and strong disguises from the opponent's face and eyes, but in the end he found nothing.

The young man seemed... to be laughing from the bottom of his heart.

Di Jia's chin drooped slightly, and his long eyelashes concealed the doubts in his eyes.

What trick is this man playing?

"So you don't admit that you are a prisoner now, and you don't want to tell me the whereabouts of Sun Kiss?" After a long time, Di Jia raised his head again, his beautiful lips pursed into a line.

Bai Lixin: "The prisoner is someone else, but I can help you find the real murderer, as long as you give me time."

Di Jia threw the information in his hand on the table with a snap, "It seems that there is no need to continue normal communication, come with me."

Seeing the man in military uniform stand up, Bailixin asked, "Where are you going?"

Ti Jia had already walked to the door and put on a black felt coat. He stretched out his long arms to take off the hat, turned around and walked in front of Bai Lixin. The man's whole body was wrapped in a thick black shadow by the large coat. The man stood in front of Baili Xin, like a majestic peak, majestic and majestic.

He looked down at him while putting on his hat, "Take you where you need to go."

...

A few minutes later, Baili Xin followed Ti Jia into a dark room that was completely enclosed on all sides.

This room is larger than other interrogation rooms, and the layout inside is also different from other interrogation rooms.

In addition to the familiar cross, there are all kinds of strange instruments of torture hanging on the wall, each of which seems to be memorable for a lifetime.

Probably because of Di Jia's habit, there was no one else in the room except the two of them, and the guards didn't follow.

After the cold metal door closed, Bailixin glanced at the cross, and said uncertainly, "You want to tie me up? Beat me?"

The man glanced at Bai Lixin: "What, are you afraid?"

The young man pursed his lips, and a grievance flashed in his eyes: "How on earth do you believe that the prisoner is not me? Why can't you listen to me?"

Di Jia: "..."

Pressing a big hand on Bai Lixin's shoulder, the man said indifferently: "I will not punish you today, I brought you here to introduce you to the tools in this room."

The palm moved slowly along the shoulder, and soon came to the young man's slender neck. The black leather glove passed over the white and fragile neck, and finally fell on the young man's delicate chin.

The man stood behind the young man, controlling the man's chin with his palm and forcing him to look directly in front of him: "Is it not the cross that I want you to see, but the metal cylinder behind the cross?"

Bai Lixin was forced to look at the strange torture device in the corner.

It was a cylindrical device, as tall as a person, and looked like a big bell from the outside. There was an open door in the middle of the cylinder. Looking from him, he could see that it was full of sharp thorns.

"The name of this instrument of torture is 'Iron Maiden'. The victim will be locked in the innermost part. When the door is closed, all the spikes on it will sink into the victim's body. The victim will taste a hundred times more pain, but the victim usually does not die."

"These spikes have been specially treated so that the needles can penetrate the body surface deep enough, but they don't penetrate the deadly internal organs."

"But the victim is still dead. Do you know how they died?"

Bai Lixin blinked his eyes.

The man squeezed Baili Xin's chin, bowed slightly and put his cold lips next to Bai Lixin's ear, "They just watched their own blood flow in, and they died of pain in constant despair."

The leather glove scraped against the young man's neck, and the man's deep voice was next to his ears, and the cold air was blowing against Baili Xin's ears, making his ears itchy.

It's so close to me.

Bai Lixin's heart missed a beat, and he shivered physiologically.

Feeling the youth's fear and trembling, the man shook his chin in satisfaction, "You know you're afraid? Shall I introduce some other toys to you? Every toy in this room gives the victim the same experience as the 'Iron Maiden'. ’ Similarly, no one can escape unscathed from these torture devices.”

He paused, looking down at the young man's somewhat pale face and watery eyes.

A few seconds later, the man patted the young man on the shoulder: "Your injury hasn't healed yet, I just came to take you to say hello to them today, let's go, go back."

...

The doctor is getting ready to see the sir.

After much deliberation, he decided to apologize to the officer, and asked again to treat the prisoner by himself.

No matter how he thought about it, he felt that the prisoner didn't deserve to sleep in the officer's bed at all. Even if he was punished by the officer this time, he still had to stick to his own ideas.