The triangle horse is a very simple instrument of torture.

As the name suggests, it is a triangular wooden frame. The prisoner is forced to sit on the sharp edge with his hands behind his back, then hang his feet in the air, and then hang heavy objects to tear downwards.

…

A corner of the Xiaoshui government office, a temporary prison.

Gu Laosan, who was tied to the wooden horse, tried hard to open his eyes.

The prison is dark.

I could only see two blurry shadows hiding in the shadow further away, and in the distance there was only a prisoner with a fair face and a gloomy expression.

The jailer held two sandbags in his hands and hung them on Gu Laosan's ankles in an orderly manner. When he saw the wood edges cutting deeply into his flesh, he asked slowly:

"Why kill?"

Gu Laosan trembled and said nothing.

There was no change in Laozi's expression. He took two more sandbags and hung them up again, saying the same thing:

"Why kill?"

Gu Laosan was trembling all over and sweating profusely. Finally he couldn't bear the severe tearing pain and murmured:

"I didn't kill anyone."

Lao Zi used the exact same movements to add sandbags and asked in the exact same tone:

"Why kill?"

Gu Laosan howled miserably, and yellow urine flowed along the wooden horse. He said intermittently:

"I didn't kill anyone, my wife was sick, and I was treating her."

The prison is just a sentence of adding sandbags.

"Why kill?"

Gu Laosan's expression was already a little dazed, and his speech was unclear.

"The doctor said that all the diseased roots buried in the backyard are cut out."

Laozi lifted up the sandbag again.

"alright."

Li Changan stepped out of the shadows and stopped the continued torture.

It sounds contradictory and even hypocritical, but the Taoist priest who said that murder was pointless could not stand the torture technique.

He called on the jailer to release Gu Laosan together.

It's not that the Bodhisattva's heart has been moved for no reason, but that he has real doubts.

"You said you were sick just now? What kind of disease? Who is the doctor?"

Gu Laosan's eyes were unfocused, and the focus of his eyes was uncertain in the void.

"At the Dionysus Festival twelve years ago, I saw Xue Tuan'er for the first time at the end of the waterway lined with painted boats. The lights there were dim and there were fewer pedestrians. She stood alone on the deserted painted boats, dancing over and over again.

Hu Xuan, wrists, ankles, neck, behind the ears...the pale pink skin glows in the dim light..."

He was confused and rambled on a lot, which was mostly an old-fashioned story about "you are a scumbag" and "a coward". Because someone has been in a bad mood recently and doesn't like to make up love affairs between men and women, so there is no need to elaborate.

carry.

All in all, the Taoist priest also saw that this man was unconscious and lost in some kind of reminiscence after being tortured, so he brought a bucket of cold water and poured it on him.

His whole body trembled, his eyes focused again, and he looked at the prisoner standing silently next to him. After hesitating for a while, he finally answered Li Changan's question.

"My wife wasn't originally the same temperament she is now. She was in the sex scene for too long and got sick."

"Yin disease!"

"The doctor said that to treat this disease, it is like treating an ulcerated wound. You need to drain out the pus and blood, then scrape off the rotten flesh, and then it will slowly return to its original appearance..."

"Fuck your mother!"

Bo Ziyu finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed out of the shadows, with a look of three-point realization and seven-point anger on his face.

"What a vicious heart! If you want to cure your disease, go ahead and kill your slutty woman. Why do you use innocent people as pus, blood and rotten flesh?!"

"Cure? I think it's to cure the resentment in your heart."

Gu Laosan raised his head and looked at Bo Ziyu for a while, but then slowly lowered his face.

"I didn't kill anyone."

"You..." Bo Ziyu was so angry that he grabbed the torture whip and was about to whip him to pieces (Harmony).

At this time.

There was a "creak" sound from the door.

But it was a young man disguised as a man, with a frame of skylight, and he rashly broke into the prison.

The three of them stood in the depths of the dark and gloomy prison, surrounded by instruments of torture. Their gazes turned over for a moment, startling the young man, and he hesitated.

"Bo Bantou."

Bo Ziyu frowned, but he remembered that all the bones excavated from the backyard of the cooked meat workshop were taken back to the Yamen and asked to be spliced ​​and inspected. Could it be that he had found some useful clues in rushing in like this?

"If you find anything, tell me quickly."

But there was hesitation on the young man's face.

"I can't tell for the moment..." The hesitation on his face slowly turned into fear and doubt, as if he was recalling something incomprehensible. "My master, please ask the class leader to take a look for himself."

…

The corpse collection room was located in the most remote part of the office.

Bo Ziyu took Li Changan through two corridors and arrived at a secluded and old courtyard. There were three tile-roofed houses in the courtyard. Large tracts of vines covered the walls, but even if the flower branches were swaying and fragrant, they could not hide the deep roots in the courtyard.

Remove the weird smell.

And right at the door of the main room, where the smell was the strongest, a little old man who looked like a fool was pacing back and forth with his hands crossed, his face full of worry.

Seeing Bo Ziyu arrive, he immediately said:

"Boss Bo, I have been friends with your uncle for more than ten years. Now, please tell me the truth."

Bo Ziyu didn't know why.

The old man asked in a low voice: "Are the recent rumors in the city true?"

Although the incident of the demonic transformation was not considered a secret in the yamen, the bosses had given orders to it, which would have unsettled the people, so they still kept it secret and refused to announce it to the public.

This also meant that Bo Ziyu had difficulty answering for a while.

But this old man's long life was not in vain.

"good."

He raised his hand and understood.

"You don't need to tell me, and I don't need to ask anymore."

Say it.

Greet a few people into the house.

"I've pieced together those corpses...sigh."

As he spoke, he sighed inexplicably and lifted the white cloth covering the body.

"See for yourselves."

There were several straw mats spread in the middle of the room, and eight preliminarily assembled skeletons were placed side by side on the straw mats.

Bo Ziyu took a quick look and found nothing. He just recognized that the eight skeletons were all women and secretly hated Gu Laosan for his evil heart.

But when he looked carefully, his eyes widened.

These bones are exactly the same regardless of height, weight, skull size, or wrist bone thickness!

Just as there are no two identical leaves in the world, there can be no two identical skeletons, unless...

Bo Ziyu's breathing was rapid (harmonious).

I remembered Gu Laosan’s vague words.

Beside him, Li Changan had already turned around and rushed back with his sword in hand.

"Then there's something wrong with Gu Tianshi!"

…

"Ran?!"

Bo Ziyu's eyes were filled with fire, and he wished he could eat the government servant in front of him who was responsible for guarding the Gu Tian family and the Zhang brothers.

"No, no, no."
To be continued...