The place where Ma Xingkong was interrogated was neither the police station nor the lobby of the county government; it was neither the interrogation room of the prison nor the courtroom of the court. It was a very strange place, in the cellar in the backyard of Wu Xiaoren's home.
When Ma Xingkong was carried into the cellar by the police, Wu Xiaoren was already inside. He was sitting on a chair with a cup of tea on the coffee table next to him. Liu Xun and Scar were standing behind him.
There was a gramophone with a large speaker on the cabinet, and a woman's voice came from inside. She sang in an extremely ugly and hoarse voice.
"Kneel down!" Scar shouted loudly.
Ma Xingkong's ribs were in severe pain, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, trying his best not to fall down. Two policemen kicked Ma Xingkong hard in the crook of his calf, and Ma Xingkong knelt down involuntarily.
"Hmph!" Wu Xiaoren snorted coldly: "I thought you were such a tough guy, but it turns out you are also a softie! Tell me, do you have any last words?"
Ma Xingkong stared at Wu Xiaoren and laughed loudly: "I killed Wu Xiaoyi's whole family, so I knew the result would be like this. A person with nothing to worry about, so kill him if you want!"
"No worries?" Wu Xiaoren asked, "That's not right! Someone come!"
From the shadows on the left side of the cellar, a door was opened, and two old ladies pulled Tweety out. Tweety's eyes were red and swollen. When she saw Ma Xingkong, she burst into tears and wanted to throw herself in front of Ma Xingkong, but was stopped by him.
The two old ladies held on tightly.
"Tui'er! Don't cry!" Ma Xingkong struggled to stand up from the ground, but was immediately pushed back to the ground by the two policemen behind him.
"At such a young age, if you don't learn anything else, you should first learn to kill people and become bandits! I think Ma Laizi was right when he said it ten years ago. You are not a good guy!" Wu Xiaoren said fiercely.
"Wu Xiaoren, let go of Cui'er. I did all these things alone and have nothing to do with Cui'er! Let him go!" Ma Xingkong struggled hard.
"Let her go?" Liu Xun and Dao Scar laughed loudly: "Miss Cui'er is now the thirteenth concubine of the second master. She enjoys being popular and drinking spicy food all day long. Even if she is let go, she may not leave, right?
!Hahaha……"
"Second Master! Second Master! Just do it and let my brother go! I beg you!" Cui'er knelt down to Wu Xiaoren and kept kowtowing: "Second Master, you promised, as long as I obey you
, just let my brother go, Second Master, you promised me! Second Master..."
Wu Xiaoren waved his hands, and the two old ladies dragged Cui'er back. Ma Xingkong felt like the world was spinning, and his heart was like a knife. Apart from his parents since he was a child, Cui'er was the only confidant. Why did he want to kill Wu Xiaoyi's whole family? Why did he want to kill Wu Xiaoyi's whole family?
The purpose of going to Woniu Mountain was not to injure Cui Er. Unexpectedly, in the end, Cui Er was harmed.
"Now we call it worry-free!" Wu Xiaoren picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.
"Second Master, is this kid stupid?" Dao Scar asked Wu Xiaoren when he saw that Ma Xingkong was silent, his eyes were blood red, and he looked a little stupid.
Liu Xun stepped forward and kicked Ma Xingkong twice on the shoulder. Ma Xingkong still had no reaction. He was neither sad nor happy, nor angry nor smiling. His face was expressionless. If he didn't breathe, he would be exactly the same as a dead person.
"This is the result I want!" Wu Xiaoren put down the tea cup: "He killed my eldest brother and his whole family. Can I let him die comfortably? I want to torture him well and let him know what life is worse than death. Wait for me to play
That's enough, chop him up one by one! Liu Xun, that's it for today! Keep an eye on me, you can neither run nor die! Do you understand?" Liu Xun nodded and waved to the two policemen. Ma Xing
Sora was carried out of the cellar again.
After returning to the cell, Ma Xingkong crawled on the ground, his eyes wide open, like a dead fish. Shitou and several inmates looked at Ma Xingkong's body, but found no scars, which was very strange.
Shi Shi pushed Ma Xingkong: "Brother? Are you okay?"
Ma Xingkong didn't speak, and was still crawling like a dead fish. Several people shouted a few times, but there was no response. An inmate asked: "Shitou, what happened to Ma Xingkong? Why did he go to such a place?"
Yes, why is it like this?"
Shitou shook his head and sighed: "Wu Xiaoren is the most insidious. I don't know what tricks Brother Tsui used. A good person has become like a dead person! But as long as he is not dead, we will talk about it later!"
For the next three days, Ma Xingkong lay like this, without drinking water or rice, and he didn't even move. His whole body was obviously thinner, his lips were cracked, his eyes were dry, and his breath had become extremely weak. The stone end
Holding a bowl of gruel, he turned Ma Xingkong over and poured a little into his mouth, but he couldn't hold it down. The gruel flowed into Ma Xingkong's chest along the corners of his mouth.
"Come here! Help me! If you don't eat, you will die!" Shitou called to an inmate. He poured some gruel into Ma Xingkong's mouth, and the man hurriedly pinched Ma Xingkong's nose.
Driven by instinct, I finally took a small sip.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!..." Ma Xingkong coughed so violently that tears and runny nose came out.
"Brother! Let me die!" Ma Xingkong shouted to Shitou in a weak voice: "I don't want to live anymore. It's better to die than live like this!"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Shitou gave Ma Xingkong another mouthful of porridge: "People always say that it is better to die than to live. It seems that Wu Xiaoren must have harmed his brother. If his brother died like this, how could he be avenged?
Revenge? Only if you are alive can you have hope of revenge! Eat!"
Watching Ma Xingkong drink up a bowl of porridge, Shitou felt a little relieved. He put down the bowl and carried Ma Xingkong into a pile of firewood in the corner. Shitou asked about Ma Xingkong's interrogation. Ma Xingkong brought
He told the story again with tears in his eyes. After hearing this, Shitou punched the stone wall of the cell: "This beast! I will definitely avenge my brother if I have the chance!"
Everyone was silent, feeling sorry for Ma Xingkong. Shitou sat down again and said, "Brother, don't be sad. People like Wu Xiaoren will definitely not end well. If I can get out, I, Shitou, will keep my word and follow my brother to kill Wu first."
Xiaoren, if you kill his whole family again, you can also do something to eliminate evil for the people!"
"Thank you, brother! I understand!" Ma Xingkong sat up and said, "I'm sure I can go out!"
"Bah!" Something flew in from a small window and landed at Ma Xingkong's feet. When the stone was grabbed, it was a paper ball holding the stone. When the paper ball was opened, there was a line of crooked words. This handwriting
Ma Xingkong recognized the handwriting of Hei Wa, who, like himself, had not gone to school much. There were only four words on the note: Three updates tonight!
Ma Xingkong was excited. Shitou asked: "Who threw it, and what was it doing in the middle of the night?"
Ma Xingkong hurriedly made a silence gesture, looked around, and lowered his voice and said, "Don't worry, it's my brother who will come to save us tonight!"
"Really? That's great, I'm really tired of staying here!" Shitou immediately became energetic and shouted loudly.
Outside the large iron door of the cell, Scar, who happened to walk to the door, heard all this clearly. He was following Wu Xiaoren's order to remind Ma Xingkong for the second time, and he actually heard such a situation. Scar
Smiling sinisterly, the scars on his face were turned out and filled with blood, making him even more ferocious and terrifying.