Wanli Xinming

Chapter 313
"Ah—, ah—" A roar that didn't sound like a human voice came from the end of the dark and damp prison, and the prisoners in the prison heard the screams, all of them turning pale with fright.

The timid prisoners didn't even dare to talk to each other, they buried their heads between their legs and clasped their arms tightly, as if to avoid the maddening sound.

In the cell closest to the gate of the dungeon, sitting on the straw was a big man with a long beard.Although this room is far away from the torture chamber, when the screams came from far away, the muscles on the big man's face twitched involuntarily, causing a scar that slanted across the bridge of the nose to the ear also twisted, like a strange snake. .

A man in brocade clothes sitting across from him was pale, and beads of sweat dripped down his temples.He was at a loss for what to do in the screams, raised his eyes to look at the big bearded man, and showed bursts of wry smiles.

With a trembling voice, he said, "I heard that Brother Qiu is a hero who rolled over the mountain of knives in Dongcheng and made copper coins, but has he experienced this?"

There was a fleshy ridge protruding from the cheek of the big bearded man, and a puff of air came out of his nose: "In the 43rd year of Jiajing, a certain family went to Wanping County once, went to six halls, and was beaten ten times by gang members. , suffered two brain hoops—but didn’t utter a single word.”

When the big man spoke, he seemed to recall the pain of passing the hall in the past, his eyes were a little empty, and the fierce look on his face was somewhat restrained.

The man in brocade clothes opposite said: "When Master Longqing was in the hall, there were boards and sticks in the hall, and nothing else was allowed. Now after the reform, this confession has become a matter of patrol inspection, and people will start beating as soon as they are detained-I heard that Now there are all kinds of tricks." After saying this, he let out a long breath and wrapped his arms around his trembling legs.

When the man surnamed Qiu saw that he had some bear buns, he couldn't help showing a little contempt, and said, "Brother Hu is also a good man in Miyun. He has not suffered from flesh and blood in these years?"

The man in the brocade clothes pulled up the sleeve of his right arm robe with his left hand, revealing a series of circular scars and said, "This is when I was in Mentougou, and I was burned with charcoal fire. And then the pain was thrashing—never went to court, and was beaten."

After he finished speaking, he looked up at the big man surnamed Qiu and said, "Brother Qiu, tell me, can I survive the gang?"

The scar on the face of the big man surnamed Qiu twisted a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "The clip is different from charcoal fire, this thing hurts the bone marrow, and it's hard to bear - I'm not afraid of Big Brother Hu's joke, the last two times I was feces and urine. Flow." After speaking, Yi Nuzui said, "You shouted louder than the guys inside."

When the man in brocade clothes heard him say this, his body trembled slightly.The man surnamed Qiu lowered his voice and said hoarsely: "There is a saying in the prison that there is no iron hook to meet the king; the iron broom is not seen.

The brocade-clothed man listened and said in a trembling voice, "What do you mean?"

The man surnamed Qiu grinned and said: "Last month, there was an official who lived in this room, and he told me. This day, the prison guards the public to raise the tone, and the best iron hook is the Wang tone; the iron broom is the best one. Zhang Titiao was the best one to use, but both of them are bloody—if there is no external injury, it has to be Fan Titiao of Kaijiaguan."

"Do you know what Kaijiaguan is?"

The brocade-clothed man was sweating profusely and nodded, listening to the big man surnamed Qiu pouting: "This is all a thing to scare people. If you want me to say, the death penalty is easy, but the living crime is hard."

Glancing at the brocade-clothed man, he said, "A certain heard that Brother Hu Yong had been sent to Daning last year, but he never left the capital. It seems that the rumors in the rivers and lakes are not credible."

Hearing this, Hu Yong smiled bitterly and said, "It was sent. I was sent back by the threshold again. I was in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment only yesterday. Why did Brother Qiu come in?"

The big man surnamed Qiu said: "Someone's name is Qiu Ren, and Big Brother Hu can just call me my name. I used to be the companion of Du Liuye in Dongcheng, and then I left Liuye to work alone, but I accidentally fought and hurt people's lives. Alas, it's unfortunate, Who would have thought that the little lord would stand up for a bitch, and he couldn't help but fight, I would die with one punch."

Hu Yong was taken aback and said, "Who did you kill?" Qiu Ren said with a wry smile, "I don't know, I just heard that it was the grandson of an earl surnamed Li. —"

Hu Yong sighed a few times, then glanced at the big fan-like hand of the big bearded man, and said, "Brother Qiu, do you not know much about your own fists, who can hit this big fist?"

Just as the big man surnamed Qiu was about to speak, he heard a creaking sound at the end of the passage of the dungeon, the iron door opened, and then there was the sound of clattering iron chains mopping the floor—the prisoner came out of the torture room.

Hu Yong stood up from the straw and looked into the aisle, but at the farthest he could only see the middle part of the aisle.After a while, the sound of the clattering iron chains along with the moans of the prisoner got closer, and Hu Yong only saw him obliquely from the fence through the dim light of the oil lamp.

This man was young, his black hair was loose, and his lips had been bitten.He can walk normally with one leg, but cannot support his body with the other leg, so he can only walk with the help of the guards beside him.

When he got to the door, the jailer outside the iron gate took out the key and opened the gap between the door. Hu Yong glanced at the prisoner, and found that blood was splattered from his elbows and right knee. No visible scars.

He dared to ask: "Cough! Brother, have you recruited?"

The tortured man gave him a sideways look: "I didn't do anything, what am I recruiting?" Hu Yong smirked twice and asked, "Does it hurt?"

The man spat out a mouthful of blood at Hu Yong: "Fuck you!"

The jailer who escorted him was amused by Hu Yong: "Master Hu! Stop being funny. This guy is not a bitter worm, a real man!" After speaking, he gave a thumbs up.

When Hu Yong heard that, he also gave the prisoner a thumbs up to show his admiration.At this time, the prison door had been opened, and the tortured man was taken out. Before he went out, he turned his head to Hu Yong and said, "If you are not wronged, you should recruit as soon as possible to save the suffering."

Hu Yong spent a day in an uneasy mood, and at dusk the next day, someone finally interrogated him—the boot that he had been waiting for for the past two days finally fell to the ground.

After being escorted into the torture chamber, Hu Yong glanced at the torture instruments on the wall, and Hu Yong was speechless at first.Immediately he smiled and said, "Master, don't punish me, can I still do it?"

That Ti Tiao snorted coldly and pointed his hand to the bed in the execution room. Hu Yong was startled and struggled hard, but Kong Wu's powerful jailer was able to earn more.After a while, Hu Yong's limbs were wide open, and he was bound by iron chains in the box bed.

Hu Yong shouted: "I really don't need to cover it - I will do it. Master, I will do it!"

The jailer holding the cover of the box bed asked, "Master Fan, is this cover covered?" Hu Yong, who was lying in the box bed, heard that the surname was raised, like a fish on a chopping block, and struggled again. While struggling and shouting injustice.

Fan Tidiao snorted coldly and gently covered Hu Yong's face with a piece of moistened mulberry paper, covering his nose and mouth.Hu Yong screamed and screamed, but it was of no use - and then a second picture was posted.

After the five sheets, Hu Yong's body twisted desperately for a while, and then he pushed up hard, his legs began to tighten and became more and more straight, and then a muffled burp came out from under the mulberry paper, and came from the box bed. A stench.

Fan Titiao tilted his head and gently peeled off the hardened mulberry paper from Hu Yong's face. The mulberry paper had formed a lifelike face model, painted with the color of the hideous Miyun coal mine digger. .

(End of this chapter)