Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 991 Mental torture is more serious abuse than physical torture
Chapter 992 Mental torture is more serious abuse than physical torture
Thinking of this, Fu Ziyao trembled all over his body. He wanted to control his emotions, but he couldn't, and suddenly looked at Fu Zihan.

The younger brother in the family has been loved by thousands of people since he was a child. He has an extreme and surly personality, and loves to do things that are deviant.

Fu Ziyao tried hard not to blame him, tried hard not to hate him.

But he can't.

Third Brother's death was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Yesterday's Mr. Zhang was an exception, but today the third brother is so close to him, so close that only resentment and anger can reduce the fear in his heart.

"Don't you say something?" Fu Ziyao pushed his younger brother with a very bad attitude.

Fu Zilan saw something, wanted to stop him, and took his hand back.

Fu Zihan didn't make a sound, he picked up his shovel with his head down, and worked in the dung as if venting his anger.

Fu Ziyao pushed him again, and his voice became louder: "Third brother died because of you, and you didn't even shed a tear. Fu Zihan, you are so cruel, so heartless!"

Fu Zihan was pushed staggeringly by him, but after he steadied himself, he still didn't speak, shoveling dung with his head sullen.

Fu Ziyao scolded: "I knew you were rebellious and unreasonable before, but now I realize that you are more than rebellious, you are heartless! You have no heart at all, Fu Zihan, say something! I will let you speak!"

Fu Zihan didn't say anything, he was like a walking corpse, no matter how Fu Ziyao pushed and pushed, he would hold his own shovel and shovel dung in a numb mechanical way, as if as long as he focused on one thing, he would forget about other things. Forget about someone's death.

Fu Ziyao had already collapsed, he didn't care about other things, and went up against Fu Zihan.

Fu Zilan didn't stop him at first, but later, he had to stop because they were about to fight.

At the end of this farce, Fu Zihan had already been beaten with blood all over his face by Fu Ziyao. The guards guarding him in the distance came over in a hurry, dragged Fu Zihan to bandage him, and then scolded the others. keep working.

The farmland returned to calm, everyone continued to work in an orderly manner, and no one dared to make trouble anymore, because they knew that the result of the trouble would not benefit their status quo at all.

On the other side, Liu Sui whispered to Yang Ming: "Yesterday and today, two people died. Does it mean that Liu is satisfied if we all die?"

Yang Ye turned over a piece of soil and glanced at him: "Do you really believe that Fu Ziyong is dead?"

Liu Sui frowned and asked, "Isn't it?"

Yang Ming smiled.

Liu Sui saw that something was wrong: "What on earth are you trying to say? Didn't the three brothers of the Fu family go to see it? They didn't see anyone die, how could they be so crazy?"

Yang Ming shook his head: "I don't know, but my intuition tells me that things are not that simple."

Liu Sui snorted: "You're not a woman, so what's the use of your intuition."

Yang Ming: "..."

In the evening, everyone finally finished their work, and the jailer served food. Compared with the coarse-grain steamed buns and hot porridge at noon, there was an extra dish of green vegetables in the evening.

No one disliked it, everyone ate it hungrily, and there was not even a bite of vegetable dregs left.

When going to bed at night, compared to last night's turmoil, everyone is much more peaceful tonight, because they know that only when they sleep well can they finish the work and eat early tomorrow.

There was nothing to say all night, only Fu Ziyong woke up quietly on the other side of the prison.

He looked at the surrounding environment with a pale complexion, rolled his eyes a few times, and after a while, turned to the wooden bed opposite, where a thin man in green clothes was sitting.

"you……"

"Fu Sanshao, you're awake." The thin man heard the movement, looked up, and after calling out, he dragged his injured leg, limped over, and asked, "You've been sleeping all day?" Are you feeling better now? Would you like some water?"

Fu Ziyong stared at him blankly for a long time before he asked forcefully, "Zhang, Mr. Zhang?"

Mr. Zhang nodded, turned around again, went to the table to pour a glass of warm water, took it and handed it to Fu Ziyong's mouth: "Drinking some water will make you feel better."

Fu Ziyong took a sip from his hand, and when he swallowed it, his throat hurt terribly, but he couldn't care less, he just stared at Young Master Zhang, and asked blankly, "Am I dead?"

Mr. Zhang was stunned: "Aren't you alive? How could you die?"

"Then you... why are you here?"

"Me?" Mr. Zhang seemed to be confused, looked down at himself, and said blankly: "I'm injured, my stomach is broken, that Master Liu said that my injury is too serious, I need to rest, and I don't need to talk to other people. Let me live here alone." He said, and he opened his clothes to reveal his wrapped stomach, and said: "My stomach was sewn up with needles and threads, I don't know if it was wiped. What kind of medicine, the pain was so bad the first day, I couldn’t even move, but today I can go to the ground, Mr. Liu said, fortunately no internal organs were injured, the skin and flesh will heal quickly.”

After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, he saw that Fu Sanshao still looked dumbfounded. He didn't know why, so he asked, "Are you hungry?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Ziyong felt a rumbling in his stomach.

His face turned ugly, he stared at Young Master Zhang, and asked with difficulty: "Yes, is there anything to eat?"

Mr. Zhang walked slowly to the table and took out two corn breads from a yellow package.

"Master Liu left it behind, saying that I might be hungry in the middle of the night." After speaking, he handed both of them to Fu Ziyong.

As soon as Fu Ziyong got it, he immediately started to gobble it up. The steamed bread was already cold, icy cold, and it was dry and hard in his mouth, but he just drank plain water and couldn't stop eating.

I am really hungry. I have been rich and honored for half my life, and I have never tasted the taste of hunger. This time, I finally realized it thoroughly.

The Wotou was finished after a few mouthfuls, Fu Ziyong was a little apologetic, he wiped his mouth, looked at Mr. Zhang again, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What the hell is going on?"

Mr. Zhang didn't know what he wanted to ask. From his point of view, he was seriously injured, and he was taken extra care of. He was recuperating in a clean cell. But from Fu Sanshao's mouth, he heard that he was dead. He was a little shocked by the news: "I... died? How, how is it possible, I, am I fine?"

"That's what I want to ask." Fu Ziyong's brain is not very bright. He hasn't connected the matter until now. The only thing he knows is that Mr. Liu lied to them. Mr. Zhang is not dead, but why Mr. Liu? If he wanted to lie, why did he spread rumors about Mr. Zhang's death, but he couldn't figure it out.

Of course, he still doesn't know at this moment that not only Mr. Zhang is dead, but even him is "dead".

The successive "deaths" of Mr. Zhang and Fu Ziyong added a layer of weirdness to the prison.

In the next two days, the people in the prison were very peaceful. They don't think about anything now. The first thing they need to do when they wake up every day is to work hard so that they can have a hot meal for lunch.

Everyone wants to live, no one wants to die, and they still expect their family members to come to save them, so before that, they must ensure that they are alive.

Liu Wei also came to supervise the work on the second day, but did not come on the third day.

Sima Xi came to the post house and reported the situation in the prison to Mr. Liu. After the report, he did not leave, but turned and went to the next room.

Rong Ling is waiting for him.

Handing in the secret letter he had brought, Sima Xi endured again and again, but still couldn't hold back, and asked, "My lord, what exactly does Lord Liu want to do with them?"

Rong Leng glanced at him: "You should ask her that."

Sima Xi paused for a moment, then said: "Lord Liu's thoughts, the subordinate officials can't guess, he said that mental torture is more serious abuse than physical torture, and when he sees enough of their hearts breaking down, let him go, but mental torture." What is torture?"

Sima Xi was also full of knowledge, but he really couldn't fathom some things that Mr. Liu said.

"In short." Rong Leng explained his confusion, with a smile in his words: "She will let it go when she has enough fun."

Sima Xi: "..."

(End of this chapter)