The Imperial College Chief died of unknown understanding, leaving the official secretary silent and terrifyingly quiet.
Even the always calm Lord Liu Qing, the Minister of Shangshu, watched the situation next to the iron railing.
Soon, Liu Zhengjun rushed over with the coroner from the Ministry of Justice.
First, I saluted all the big names one by one, saying that I was busy with official business recently and forced myself to defend myself. When I saw the appearance of the Imperial College Chief, I was shocked.
As a former chef, he had many ways to make people weak and die.
"The jailers are wielding!"
After making a judgment in his heart, Lao Liu's face looked extremely ugly, but he dared not say this clearly.
As their superiors and subordinates murder the imperial officials, if you don’t discipline them strictly, you will be the first one to avoid.
Even if you know the answer, you have to pretend to be confused.
He waved his hand and asked the Ministry of Justice to perform an autopsy. The answer was no different from that of Tang Zhan.
Come in alive and carry it out dead. From the moment the supervisor scolds, his ending is destined.
And Liu Zhengjun just scolded the prisoners and said a few harsh words, and the matter came to an end.
What can you do?
If you catch the murderer, the case will break out and you will be in trouble.
Of course, you can also induce it without triggering it and silently find out the real murderer. If you attack, there will definitely be clues and then drive him out of the prison.
But what are the benefits of doing this?
又没有油水可捞.
The supervisor did offend the prison guards. Without these people to help you get money, what would you get for promotion?
你要清楚你的阵营和阶级!
When you leave the Heavenly Prison and become the eighth-rank prison official, you have already had a rift with the prison guards.
你是官,众人是胥吏,不在同一阶层.
Although you are a senior official, you only have the power to make decisions. Those who do things, do things, and enforce the law are still these lower-level clerks.
你下令要打扫天牢,难道你自己去扫?
不得狱卒们动手?
If they disobey you and make things difficult for you in conspiracy, you, as the prison official, will be a vain.
众人散去,趁着刑房没人的功夫,张武凑到马六身旁低声说道:
“六叔厉害,我算是服了!”
"Why can't I understand what you are saying?"
Ma Liu looked up and continued to polish his torture instruments.
“…”
Zhang Wu was speechless.
咱做人能不能真诚点?
These days, you will go to the kitchen to wander around every meal. It is abnormal and you think I am blind.
But people didn't want to say it, and the boy could only sigh in his heart:
“六叔还是一样的苟!”
Only in this way can one live for a long time.
"Stop standing, grind your father's torture instruments, and it's almost rusted out of calluses."
Ma Liu pointed to the bag in the corner and said:
"Yesterday, the Pacification Department sent a corrupt official. When the barbarians invaded, they were brave enough to sell food and grass in the rear and dared to destroy the dike and flood the fields. In order to seek political achievements, they forced 100,000 people to lose their homes. Uncle will take you to meet you later.
He will teach you a few tricks."
Zhang Wu Yiyan opened the cowhide bag, and inside it was pliers, scissors, scrapers, awls, and fine needles... all of them were available.
Ma Liu said:
"Uncle knows that you are kind-hearted and don't want to follow the path of torture, but there is a saying that if you have too many skills, you will not suppress yourself. Many inhumane guys have to use the most toxic means to treat him!"
“我明白了六叔.”
Zhang Wu picked up the scissors and polished them carefully.
Uncle Liu teaches:
"If you do our business, you will be cursed for a long time and abuse prisoners. You will not only hurt the prisoners, but also gradually distort your own mentality. If you want to maintain your human conscience, you must read more books of sages, practice martial arts and cultivate your will, and third, seek Buddha.
Wish you, find a faith, and seek psychological comfort.”
"I'll go buy books tomorrow and worship."
Zhang Wuyingdao.
While polishing the torture instruments, Ma Liu explained his own "Thirteen moves of Yan Jun."
However, the establishment of the Duke and Fu Shi Department was too short and there were shortage of talents in all aspects, especially those who could deal with the interrogation masters of martial arts.
The two heroes of the Criminal Prison are very famous, so they simply let their sixth uncle take on this job and get an extra money.
同时也算变相加入镇抚司,半只脚迈进去,探一探里面的道道.
After passing the heavy area, there were people from the Pacification Department guarding the passage, searching for their bodies, looking at their identity discs, and then entering Zhaozhuo.
“千户大人.”
马六作揖行礼,张武也跟着.
Sun Qianhu said indifferently:
"I don't care what method you use, no matter how life or death, I just want to know the whereabouts of the 100,000 taels of dirty silver."
"I understand it in a humble way."
Ma Liu walked straight into the torture room with a cowhide bag.
This is a fat official with a big belly, with a weight of 200 kilograms. In a chaotic era, it is rare to be so fat.
其身上锦袍已被抽打得稀烂,胸口也有烧焦的烙铁印,显然已受过大刑昏死过去.
刑讯是一门学问,如何伤而不死,让囚犯屈服,深有讲究.
Ma Liu winked at Zhang Wu, and the young man picked up a bucket of ice water and poured it on his head.
水流过胸前的伤口,让这胖官发出撕心裂肺的惨叫.
"ah--!"
A heavy pair of pliers clamped the prisoner's tongue, and his scream suddenly turned into a whimper.
"This is the first move of the thirteen moves, the tongue pulling hell, although it's just a simple tongue pulling, it's a big deal."
Ma Liu said:
"People have the desire to express themselves. When they are angry, they will scold them. When they have ideas, they will not be able to hold back and speak out. Many prisoners are allowed to beat and scold them, and they will never speak. That is because they have not lost their ability to speak and have the initiative to take the initiative."
"The more you hit him, the less he doesn't speak. The prisoner can gain a kind of spiritual satisfaction and feel that he is very ambitious."
"But if you hold his tongue and make him lose his ability to speak, his spirit will become weak."
"And the tongue is as heavy as a mountain, and screaming will become a luxury. Every move, even if you swallow saliva, will touch the muscles of the tongue and be in great pain."
After the talk, Ma Liu picked up the black and bloody crocodile scissors, and didn't even look at the prisoner. He gestured twice, and cut it all the way according to the fat official's little finger with his right hand.
"ah--"
The screams of pain at the top of their lungs resounded throughout the prison.
Second cut!
三剪……
转眼右手五根手指,全部落地.
The movements are extremely exciting and sharp, like a combo!
Zhang Wu took a deep breath, and a layer of goose bumps rose all over his body, and his heart couldn't help but become furious.