This is a dark cabin, and the smell of blood is everywhere in the room. Smelling it for a long time will make people feel sick.
At the top of the hut is a small dim yellow lamp, which makes it so dim that people can't even see clearly.
Zhao Yinyu was brought here. His hands and feet were locked to an iron chair, and his struggle seemed feeble.
Behind him was a row of torture instruments, placed side by side on a blood-stained wooden table, including iron whips full of barbs, sharp knives, etc., which made people shudder just by looking at them.
On both sides of him were the two men in black who had brought him here. They were today's executioners, and the chief steward was sitting not far across from him, looking at him with a dull expression.
Looking at the current scene, Zhao Yinyun was very scared and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably. He didn't know what he was going to face.
"My child, you are the future pillar of Lingyun City. If you get hurt today, it will be more than worth the loss. There are only a few of us here. No one will know what you said after we go out. You can rest assured. Now, tell me where you are coming from.
What is the purpose of the Marquis Mansion?" The general manager used another method to slowly break down Zhao Yinyun's inner defense. In his eyes, the other party was just a child after all, and children would fall into submission after being scared.
Zhao Yinyun suppressed the fear in his heart and tried to calm down. The more panicked he would be, the more he would do the wrong thing.
"We are indeed students of Lingtian College, but it's just a coincidence that we came to the Hou Mansion, and we didn't come with any purpose." Now that his identity has been exposed, Zhao Yinyu also admitted it openly, but it was just about the mission.
He couldn't talk about the matter until death, otherwise it would not only harm himself, but also harm other people, but he could still clearly distinguish the pros and cons.
The chief steward chuckled lightly when he saw this, and said slowly, "There is no purpose? Do you think I will believe it?"
Zhao Yinyu was neither humble nor arrogant, and showed some blood: "That's the truth. If you don't believe it, I can't help it." After all, he is also a student of Lingtian Academy. I understand that these people don't dare to do anything to him easily, otherwise they will openly provoke Lingtian Academy.
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The chief manager seemed to see through his thoughts at a glance, and sneered, "Do you think I'm so emboldened because I don't dare to do anything to you?" As he said that, a coldness flashed in his eyes, and he continued, "Come here, chop it up first.
He has one finger."
When Zhao Yinju heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly, he struggled wildly, and shouted, "How dare you! I am a student of Lingtian College! How dare you lynching me without evidence!" He saw a man in black next to him.
The man walked to the execution table behind him and took a knife. At this moment, he really panicked.
"No! Don't!" He was still struggling desperately, and saw that the knife was gradually getting closer to his hand, "No, I say, I say!" His inner defense was defeated, and he could not bear the price.
, after all, he is still just a child.
What he didn't expect was that the chief steward said nothing and looked at him gloomily, without the slightest intention to stop him.
He suddenly felt something bad in his heart, "No! Stop it!" He shook his head crazily and roared, his tone full of pleading, but the general manager ignored him, and the man in black ignored him.
The knife still fell, falling in his eyes, and he saw with his own eyes that his little finger was cut off by the man in black.
"Ah!!!" The hoarse cry resounded throughout the interrogation room. Zhao Yinyun struggled desperately, and the iron chains tied to his feet jingled.
He was afraid, he was really afraid. The pain of losing his fingers made his whole forehead covered with cold sweat. His tears and snot mixed together and flowed onto his pants. The fear and pain made him tremble uncontrollably. At that moment he knew that these people really knew how to
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Murder, the last line of defense in his heart, was also defeated.
The chief manager sneered and looked at all this indifferently,
Outside the interrogation room, in another room not far away, Zheng Qian and the other seven people were locked up here.
They hesitated in fear, and suddenly heard a scream.
Everyone suddenly raised their heads and looked in that direction. Is this Zhao Yinyun's voice?
Zheng Qian quickly ran to the door, slammed the door hard, and shouted, "Let me out quickly! What did you do to Lao Zhao? Damn it, I will kill your whole family!"
He banged on the iron door desperately, making a banging sound, but got no response at all.
Zheng Qian clenched his white fists, looking so weak. He didn't know what Zhao Yinyun was facing in that interrogation room.
"Will we die?" At this time, Mo Qiqi's cry and Zhao Yinyu's scream came from behind him, which also broke their fragile hearts.
Mo Qiqi and Tian Yuyao hugged each other and cried. This was their clinging to each other in despair.
The other boys remained silent, and no one comforted them, because they all needed comfort at the moment.
At this time, in the interrogation room, the chief manager had already arrived in front of Zhao Yinyun.
Zhao Yinyun was already pale due to excessive blood loss.
"Can we say it now?" The chief steward's tone was still calm, as if he was not the one who just gave the order to chop off his fingers, and he felt no guilt in his heart.
No wonder the servants in the Hou Mansion are afraid of him. It's not without reason. He is just a living devil, wearing a human skin.
"We are here to collect evidence of Hou Qingbai's crime. Lingyun City wants to bring him to justice." Zhao Yinyun said weakly. He finally compromised because he could not bear the pain of having his fingers cut off again.
The chief manager's eyes flashed when he heard this, and then he continued, "How many people are you here this time?"
It doesn't matter how many people like Zhao Yinyun come, but if some senior students come, it will be a bit troublesome.
Zhao Yinyun's heart skipped a beat, and then he slowly said, "I know there are only eight of us. I don't know if anyone else will be sent from the back of the academy."
In the last moment of rationality, he still did not choose to expose Li Tian and Er Gou, because neither of them should know the eight of them emotionally and rationally, and they had no intersection with each other.
At this time, it is better to drag one less person into the water as much as possible.
But if the chief manager continues to choose to use torture, he cannot guarantee that he will not accuse Li Tian and others.
The chief manager frowned, a little suspicious, but at this moment, a man in black ran in from outside the interrogation room door.
"The chief steward, the master and his wife are here." The man in black reported.
Hearing this, the chief manager no longer cared about anything else, turned around and said, "Throw him into the holding room, wait until I come back to deal with it." Then he went out.
Hou Qingbai pushed Qing Miao'er slowly into the backyard. The men in black who were nearby had already fled after hearing the sound, and did not dare to stay at all.
"Master, madam, why are you here?" The chief steward had already arrived in the backyard and said, bending slightly.
Hou Qing gave a white smile and replied, "Miao'er and I are going to see some literary talents. If we pass by, we'll come and have a look. Madam, I haven't seen you for a long time."
The chief steward narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Thank you madam for your concern. Master, please go inside and sit for a while. I'll ask my servants to make tea while we chat slowly." After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation towards the hall.
However, Qingmiaoer declined politely, "No need, let's just take a look and then leave."
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Then Qingmiao'er seemed to feel something, frowned slightly and said, "What was the chief manager doing just now? Why is there some bloody smell?"
The chief manager was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses and replied, "A few thieves came here last night and wanted to steal things. They are being taught a lesson right now."
Qing Miao'er nodded when he heard this, "It's not a big deal. Just give him a lesson and let him go. Don't kill anyone."
She knew the chief manager very well, and the lessons he taught might not be that simple, so she tried to persuade her.
The chief steward quickly nodded and agreed, "Don't worry, madam, I will release them later."
Seeing his agreement, Qing Miaoer smiled and nodded, then turned to look at Hou Qingbai behind her, signaling to leave.
Hou Qingbai understood and smiled tenderly.
However, the chief manager stopped the two of them and said, "Master, I have something to report to you."
Hou Qing and Bai Qingmiaoer looked at him doubtfully.
"What's the matter? Just say it." Hou Qingbai said.
The chief manager was about to say something, but he hesitated and looked at Qing Miao'er in the wheelchair. The meaning was obvious.
"It's about Lingtian Academy..." The chief manager looked at Hou Qingbai again with his gleaming eyes, which made Hou Qingbai's face change instantly.
Then, Hou Qingbai lowered his head and smiled at Qing Miao'er, and said softly, "Miao'er, since the chief manager has something to do, I will go and chat with him for a while. You wait for me here."
Qing Miao'er was not an ignorant person. When she saw that Hou Qingbai wanted to send her away intentionally, she knew it must be something special.
"Okay, you go." Qing Miaoer agreed.
Hou Qingbai then followed the chief manager to a corner, which was already some distance away from Qingmiao'er.
"What's the matter?" Hou Qingbai lost his smile and frowned slightly. Did his worries still come?
The Grand Manager lowered his body even lower, and said respectfully, "Master of the Palace, I have captured eight students from Lingtian Academy, and the purpose has been found out clearly. They are here for you. What do you think should be done with them?"
Hou Qingbai's frown deepened when he heard this. He turned his head and looked at Qing Miao'er in the distance, as if to strengthen his belief.
"General Manager, do you think there is still a way for me to turn back?" Hou Qingbai slowly closed his eyes and made a decision.
The general manager couldn't help but tremble when he heard this. He had followed Hou Qingbai for twenty years and soon understood what Hou Qingbai meant.
"The villain understands. Let's take them to the manor and deal with them."
Hou Qingbai slowly opened his eyes and looked at the chief steward and continued, "Keep your hands and feet clean. My wife and I will go back later, so she doesn't find out."
"Yes!" the chief steward responded.
The eight people in the dark room still don't know what their upcoming fate will be.
At this time, Zhao Yinyu was leaning against the corner weakly, his head covered in cold sweat, and his face was pale. Zheng Qian beside him was looking at him with a worried look on his face, covering his wound.
After the two of them finished speaking, they returned to Qing Miao'er's side. Hou Qingbai pushed Qing Miao'er and planned to leave.
"Master, madam, I will see you off." The chief steward said and walked forward, wanting to see the two of them out of the mansion.
Hou Qingbai turned around and glanced at him, "No need, Chief Manager, go and do your work." Then he said no more.
Seeing this, the chief steward stopped moving forward and bowed slightly, "Bearing off the master of the palace, and sending off the madam."
Soon, Hou Qingbai and his two figures disappeared in front of his eyes.
As they disappeared, the chief manager's eyes became cold again, and he turned around and walked towards the interrogation room.
