Concubine

Chapter 19
When they came to the wing room next to the lobby, they gently pushed open a window, revealing a crack, and the two of them looked into the lobby.

In the lobby, Hu San was lying on a bench with his hands in shackles, his trousers down to his calves, his buttocks and thighs had been beaten bloody, and a few slaves next to him were still beating hard with a board. There was the smell of blood and Hu San's lifeless screams.

After finishing one round, Song Zhixian sat behind the desk in the Nuan Pavilion and asked gloomyly: "Hu San, I will ask you again, do you want to recruit or not?"

Hu San raised his head with difficulty, and gave a wry smile: "My lord, I... I really didn't... I didn't... I didn't kill Miss Bai Sumei, I... I only raped... Miss Bai, at that time... Miss...she...she Not there!"

Song Zhixian slapped the gavel, tilted his neck and shouted with difficulty: "Okay, good boy, you, your mouth is so hard! Ben, I want to see, it's yours, your mouth is hard, still, or Lao Tzu’s stick is tough!” Reaching out his hand, he took out a lottery stick from the drawer on the desk and threw it down: “Here, give me a stick!”

"Yes!" Zaoli on both sides agreed loudly, and took a pair of "clamp sticks" made of poplar wood from the side.This clamp is composed of three round wooden sticks about three feet long. The outer one is fixed with an iron bar, and the other two are strung together with ropes to clamp the prisoner's two calves in the middle. The stick tightened and pinched the prisoner's ankle hard. The long-lasting and severe pain was enough to break a person's will.The executioner used force according to the instructions of the official. If he used too much force, the prisoner's foot bones would often be crushed.

Naturally, Hu San knew the strength of the stick, and was already scared out of his wits. He struggled and yelled for mercy, but the slaves ignored him. Put Hu San's two ankles into the clamping stick skillfully twice, and pull the rope one by one, ready to pull, looking at Song Zhixian.

The magistrate of Song called out: "OK, execute!"

Twice Zaoli pulled the clamp forcefully, and the round clamp clamped Hu San's ankle. The severe pain caused Hu San to let out a hoarse scream.And this kind of pain continued, destroying Hu San's nerves bit by bit, Hu San's screams became lower and lower, the unbearable continuous pain had made his will blurred, and blood oozed from his tightly biting lower lip .Zaoli was used to such situations, and he was not soft on his hands. He just tightened the clamp stick, only to hear the creaking and tightening sound of the rope echoing in the hall.After struggling desperately for a while, Hu San finally passed out.

Song Zhixian made a stop gesture.Only then did Zaoli loosen the rope, but he did not remove the clamp.A Zaoli squatted down to check the injury, saw that Hu San was still breathing, and said, "Report to your lord, the prisoner passed out!"

Song Zhixian snorted coldly: "Wake him up!"

"Yes!" After the two Zaolis agreed, they brought two large tubs of cold water and poured them on Hu San with a splash.

Hu San moved his body and groaned in pain.

Song Zhixian sneered a few more times: "Hu San, what, how is it? Yes, no?"

Hu San was so painful that he almost died, and said with difficulty: "Master! I... what I said is... the truth!"

"Good! Good! Good! Good you, you Hu San!" Song Zhixian reached out and took another wooden stick, and threw it on the lobby, "Give it to me again, give it to me!"

Zaoli on both sides tightened the clamping sticks again, and Hu San let out a scream. The continuous severe pain made his eyes round and almost bulged out. He bit his lips hard again, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. It can be seen that he has exhausted his greatest endurance to stiffen, "Ka~! Ka!~" Hu San's ankle made a sound that something was about to break, and the severe pain finally made Hu San unbearable any longer, and let out a cry. Screaming: "Ah~~! I'm recruiting! I'm recruiting!"

Song Zhixian raised his hand, and the tortured Zaoli let go of his hand. Hu San panted heavily in pain, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "I'm recruiting! I'm recruiting everything!"

Song Zhixian raised his head: "You, tell me, Miss Bai, did you kill her?"

"Yes... I killed it!"

"Why, how did you kill him?"

"Strangled...by hand."

"Then Bai, did you kill Bai Sumei?"

"It was me... I killed it!"

"How did you kill it?"

"Stabbed to death with a knife... with a knife."

"Nonsense, nonsense!" Song Zhixian slapped the gavel, "It's clear, it's clear that you can't make it, strangle, strangle her to death!"

"Yes, yes... strangled her to death."

"Don't torture, you, you are not honest, so tell us the truth!" Song Zhixian's words were full of complacency.

Hu San lay on the ground and slowly talked about the incident.Song Zhixian patted the gavel tree from time to time to correct Hu San's statement. Hu San followed Song Zhixian's intention and explained. .

Yang Qiuchi had seen many tortured confessions in the Public Security Bureau, but he still had some concerns about those forced confessions. He had to consider not causing disabilities or scars to the criminal suspects, otherwise, he would be invited to drink coffee by the procuratorate, so , Generally, corporal punishment in disguise is used.For example, they were not allowed to sleep for several days and nights, stood in strange postures for a long time, poured cold water on their clothes to make the suspect freeze in the cold wind, and so on.Yang Qiuchi was very disgusted and even disgusted by such behavior, and looked down on such criminal investigators from the bottom of his heart.

After coming to the Ming Dynasty, I saw Song Zhixian blatantly tortured and extorted confessions above the lobby, and he almost had no scruples.He also knew that in ancient times, it was allowed to use legal instruments of torture to extract confessions when interrogating prisoners, but those empty words describing the forced confessions were not as shocking as the live torture scenes that he saw before him.

Judging from the results of the interrogation, on the surface Hu San confessed all of them, but Yang Qiuchi felt very uneasy. Hu San only admitted that he had raped little sister Bai, but he did not confess to killing the Bai sisters. The reason why he confessed later was that It was obvious that he confessed indiscriminately because he was under torture. It seems that there may be something else hidden in it.

"Hey! My father's interrogation is over, why are you in a daze?" Song Yun'er pushed Yang Qiuchi and said angrily.

"Oh, it's nothing. It's the first time I watched a prisoner, and I got a little distracted."

Song Yun'er smiled coquettishly, and grabbed Yang Qiuchi's arm, "Go, find my father. He must be very happy that you helped him solve the case!"

Yang Qiuchi followed Yun'er and brought the little black dog to the second hall to wait. After a while, Song Zhixian turned out of the hall with a smile and came to the second hall. When he saw Yun'er and Yang Qiuchi, he smiled and said, "My dear daughter, why are you here?" ?”

Song Yuner bounced to Song Zhixian's side, and held Song Zhixian's hand: "Let's come and see Daddy try the case! Daddy is so majestic in the lobby!"

County Magistrate Song patted Song Yuner's arm proudly, looked at Yang Qiuchi and said, "Yang Yuzuo, this case is solved thanks to you! I will not treat you badly!"

(End of this chapter)