The Anatomy Room Conspiracy: Forensic Taboo Archives

Chapter 280
I thought about this problem beforehand, and there would be a possibility of framing.I thought this kind of thing would never happen, but the facts before me forced me to accept that it really happened.

I'm not stupid, I definitely can't admit wrongdoing at this time, and I also hold a standard in my attitude, and immediately refuted the mustache policeman, saying that I didn't kill the person.

The faces of the two policemen sank, and their mustaches slammed on the table, saying that I dare to speak hard?Another squint-eyed policeman took out the electric baton and handcuffs and put them on the table.

I understand what he means. When I was working in the Wuzhou Police Station, I learned how these criminal policemen use torture secretly. The most typical way is to handcuff prisoners to radiators or iron pipes, and then shock the iron pipes with electric batons. Electricity flows to the prisoner.

This kind of punishment is very painful. He is trying to scare me. If he does not tell the truth, he will face this kind of punishment immediately.I hurriedly explained a few more words, explaining again that I would not kill the prison guard Han, because the prison guard Han has been taking good care of me since I was imprisoned, and since Qujing Prison was established until now, no prisoner has escaped by chance. Considering two aspects, he will never attack the silly prison guards.

In addition, I also said that the officers can go to the wound examination, who killed the murderer?The dead body of the prison guard can provide many clues.

I thought this explanation was convincing, but the two policemen looked at each other after a moment of silence.The squint-eyed prison guard put away the electric baton and handcuffs, and took out a handkerchief.

There was also a bottle of mineral water on his desk, which was originally for him to drink.He walked up to me with a handkerchief and mineral water, and first covered my face with the handkerchief.

I found that the chair I was sitting on also had a talk, and the angle could be adjusted freely.The squint-eyed prison guard fiddled with the back of the chair a few times, and I followed the chair into a half-lying posture.

This posture made me very uncomfortable, especially when my hands were handcuffed behind the chair. The handcuffs were almost sunk into my flesh.

I couldn't help grinning because of the pain, but I was blocked by the handkerchief and couldn't be seen by the two policemen.The squinting prison guard unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle and poured water on my face.

This kind of punishment seems to be very light, but it is actually much more severe than the previous punishment, which will make people feel a strong sense of drowning.

I felt like I was about to drown, and I couldn't help breathing with my mouth wide open, but the whole handkerchief was wet, and I couldn't help swallowing again as soon as I opened my mouth.

There are also messy pictures in my mind, all from previous memories, even including childhood.

From experience, I know that this kind of torture cannot kill me, and the only thing I have to do is to endure it.I gritted my teeth, and considering that the two policemen were also watching me, I screamed from time to time to let them know that I was in pain.

The squinting-eyed policeman slowly poured out a whole bottle of mineral water, and brought over the mineral water in front of the mustache table, which was only half bottle left.

He poured it slowly over again, and then reset the chair and took the handkerchief from my face.

He expected me to be terrified, but he didn't expect to be so terrified.The moment I took the handkerchief away, I felt like I was going to be stunned, my eyes were divergent, the corners of my mouth were slightly grinning, and a small stream of saliva still flowed out of it.

In fact, this is not my pretending, nor is it that I am really frightened by this punishment.Just now, when the squinting policeman was pouring the second bottle of mineral water, a set of images from my childhood appeared in my mind.

At that time, my father was not a lunatic, he was hiding in my small house, and I went in without knocking on the door because I was just having fun.I bumped into him sitting in front of a table, and on the table were a pair of white gleaming gloves and a small tripod.

I don't know that glove, and that little tripod is the magic tripod I used. He still had a dignified face, looking at the gloves and the little tripod thinking about something, and when he saw me coming, he hurriedly put these two things away.

This should have been dusty in my memory, and even in normal times, I couldn't think of it at all. Perhaps it was stimulated by the punishment, my brain was confused, and my subconscious mind turned it out.

I have always wanted to know one thing, who is the wolf boy?But this dusty memory tells me that the wolf baby seems to be my father.

I really can't believe that my mentally ill father is still such a ruthless No. [-] person. In addition, could his madness be related to the war three years ago or the special case team?
This is what I've been struggling with and fearing for a while.The squinting policeman saw that I was silent for a long time, so he pushed me.

I regained my senses, but I still looked at them with a slightly dull look.The mustache policeman had been watching, and then he said again, "Hurry up and tell the truth, or I'll make you suffer like this!"

I knew they must have misunderstood, thinking that I was afraid of this punishment.I put my father's matter aside for the time being, and I also seized this opportunity to emphasize to them that I did not kill the stupid prison guard.

Under this punishment, I didn't let go, which made the two policemen seem to know something.They changed the subject again and asked me if I didn't kill someone, what did I see then?
Only then did I understand that the two policemen had been cheating on me since I came in.

I told how I transported the corpse with the iron donkey, the strange encounters on the road, and the sudden change on the top of the mountain. Of course, I still concealed the fact that the prison guard and the severed-finger prison guard killed the little prison guard.

The two police officers stopped torturing me, and instead took notes.After I finished speaking, the two of them looked at the transcript together and took the time to sort it out, so they called the prison guard with a gun and asked him to press me back first.

The night trial is over.When I returned to the cell, I found that the iron donkey hadn't come back. I guessed that he must have encountered a situation similar to mine.

I don't know what kind of pain brother donkey is suffering now, all I can do is wait.

I was very tired, so I just lay down on the lower bunk. After about an hour, there was movement outside the cell door, accompanied by the dissatisfaction and curses of many prisoners.

I wanted to get up and go to the prison door to have a look, but I figured it was better to pretend.

I hummed again, showing a painful look after being tortured, and at the same time just raised my head slightly, watching the door.

The iron donkey was worse than I thought. He was carried back by two prison guards, his head drooped, and he seemed to be in a semi-comatose state.

I suddenly understood why those prisoners were cursing. To put it bluntly, their boss was bullied.

The iron donkey's bed was originally on the top, but the two prison guards wanted to save trouble, especially for such a big iron donkey, how much effort would it take to get him onto the bunk?

They threw the donkey onto another lower berth, turned around and left.

I waited, and after a while after the cell door was closed, and the prisoners outside stopped cursing, I quietly got up and approached the iron donkey.

I saw that the iron donkey closed his eyes tightly, and hurriedly touched his neck.

I want to take a taste, how is his pulse?Strong or not?But before I stretched out my hand, the iron donkey opened his eyes and grabbed my hand.

I found that he had a lot of strength in his hands, which means that the man is all right.Under my surprised gaze, the iron donkey sat up with a whoosh, and moved his body a little.

He said to me, "It's a small skill, use torture on me, this little punishment is still difficult for me."

I understand, donkey brother is slippery, and he also pretends to be in front of the case police and prison guards.

I looked at him again in the dim environment, and the prison uniform on his body was broken in several places, and there were holes one by one. I couldn't tell whether it was whipped or torn out.

I thought that the iron donkey could withstand it, but the prison uniform couldn't. I just wore this suit and met the other prisoners tomorrow. As a big boss, he also felt that his price was very low.

But if you can't afford it, it's a trivial matter when you think about it. I changed my mind and asked him, "What did you ask in the night trial?"

Iron donkey told him what happened, and then I also told about my situation.

I really feel that we are brothers, and our attitude towards this matter is surprisingly similar.Iron Donkey was very satisfied with my process, and even patted me and said, "Apprentice, you and Master are really in the same boat!"

I was taken aback by the iron donkey. In fact, I know that he doesn't read much. The problem is, if he can't grasp the meaning of the words, he can just speak plain words. Why do he use words indiscriminately?

I quickly corrected him, saying that we both coincided with each other.

As soon as the iron donkey waved his hand, he told me not to insist on words, but to appreciate his spirit. He comforted me, saying that we have three days to go, and even if the case wants to be against us, nothing serious will happen in these three days.

I understood the case handling process and nodded in agreement with his point of view.

After that, we didn't have much to talk about. After all, the night trial was just an episode. It was almost dawn, and we needed to get some sleep.

(End of this chapter)