"It is inevitable that merit will be discounted. I have ordered that the captured thief be tortured. He must be forced to explain his background as a gang member."
"Where is the thief now? I want to go and see for myself."
The prefect hesitated for a moment and agreed to Xia Shang's request.
Xia Shang followed the prefect's team and left Xiaojingyuan and headed for Yuzhou Prison.
The prefect did not expect that Mr. Xiaoxia would be so concerned about what happened tonight, and everything he said before seemed to be directed towards the prefect.
This made the prefect feel a little at ease, thinking that his daughter was favored by the adults, so he wanted to do things by himself.
The journey from Xiaojingyuan to Dalao was not short. Seeing that Xia Shang was silent all the way, the prefect began to ask about his daughter.
"Sir, I wonder if my little girl can satisfy you? If you like it..."
"Miss Rong'er is very beautiful and a good girl. I hope the prefect will treat Rong'er well in the future and never use her as a bargaining chip to gain power like today. The reason why I took away Miss Rong'er today was just to give Rong'er a better life."
Sir, please save your face. Nothing happened between me and Miss Rong'er in Xiaojinglou. Please don't get me wrong, Lord Magistrate."
"Nothing happened..." Such an answer made the magistrate slightly stunned. He didn't believe it at first, but then he thought about it carefully, what is his identity? Can he joke with you, a magistrate?
If Mr. Xia is telling the truth, he can actually sit still at such an age... Coupled with his current status, it seems that this young man is not as simple as he seems. To have his current status, he must have extraordinary abilities.
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Unknowingly, the prefect had a higher opinion of Mr. Xia.
The Yuzhou Prison was much more lively than Xia Shang imagined. Almost all cells were packed with prisoners, even a few or more than a dozen people per room.
The cell leader explained that it was also because of the recent influx of refugees that there were many evil people in Yuzhou City.
In the deepest part of the prison, Xia Shang saw tonight's assassin.
The other party is a young man who is no more than thirty years old. He has some foundation in martial arts and belongs to the bottom of the martial arts world.
In the eyes of officers and soldiers, such gangsters are already considered extremely dangerous, but after seeing many of them, the master Xia Shang was more disdainful and even a little ridiculous towards such thieves.
With this kind of three-legged cat kung fu, how many people can be dealt with?
All the officers and soldiers seemed to be struggling, but they actually dared to come and assassinate the imperial officials?
It really proves the saying, the ignorant are fearless.
This man didn't know how many times he had gone through forced confessions. His body was dripping with blood and scarred at this moment, but his eyes were still shining fiercely, staring at the interrogating officer in front of him, and even spat at him.
The interrogating jailer suddenly became angry, dropped the whip stained with spicy oil in his hand, and took out a bloody iron hook from under the torture rack.
"Bitch, it seems that if I don't give you any real words today, you don't know what it means to not shed tears without seeing the coffin! Do you know what this is? This thing will penetrate your bones in a while and make you deeper.
I understand what life is worse than death."
The thief's eyes did not change, and he gritted his teeth: "A nest of snakes and rats, working together in collusion, you, the lackeys of the imperial court, will not die well."
The other party was too lazy to talk nonsense, picked up the iron hook and walked straight over. Just as he was about to take action, the prefect came with Xia Shang.
When the jailer saw that it was the prefect who was coming in person, he quickly stopped and went to the prefect with a cheerful face, flattering him.
The prefect waved his hands, looking a little tired. After all, he had been working hard all day, and he met a thief before he could sleep. His nerves were tense all the time, and he really couldn't stand it anymore.
"This is Mr. Xia from the capital. He came here specifically to find out information about the thief. You have been interrogating him for half an hour. Are there any results?"
The jailer had a sneer on his face: "Replying to your lord, this thief's mouth is really tough. He has tried all eight moves, but he still doesn't say a word. But it doesn't matter. I'll wait for him to use his eight moves."
, no matter what gods and monsters he is, no matter what secrets he has, they must be told honestly."
Xia Shang did not answer, but looked at the man and found that he did not know him and did not look like a member of the Ming Cult. At the same time, he had more doubts in his heart.
Xia Shang was observing from the front, while the prefect asked in a low voice from behind: "Sir, look at now..."
"Master Magistrate, you have worked hard all day, and it's time for you to rest. I'm here to watch. I want to see what big conspiracy is hidden behind this person."
The prefect had already wanted to take a rest, but it was obvious that Xia Shang had no intention of taking a rest. He wanted to leave but did not dare to leave.
"Sir, if you were here, it would be difficult for our jailers to continue interrogating...
don't want……"
"It doesn't matter, I've seen every move."
Seeing that Xia Shang was determined to stay here, the magistrate couldn't say anything, but should he leave or stay now?
After much hesitation, the magistrate did not want to stay in such a filthy place for a long time, so he told the prison boss to follow Mr. Xia's arrangements in everything, and then said goodbye and left.
The prefect left with some officials, leaving some policemen responsible for Lord Xia's safety.
No more people were left in the interrogation cell.
Xia Shang and the interrogating jailer were inside.
There was Xia Shang here, and the jailer felt that he couldn't let go. He paused for a long time and couldn't help but said to Xia Shang: "Sir, our method of dealing with felons in the prison is a bit cruel. I'm afraid you will be frightened...
"
Xia Shang shook his head: "Even if you take action, you see that the thief is not afraid. What can be scary about me watching from the side?"
"That's right! Use whatever means you have, I won't be considered a hero if I frown."
This thief is really a tough guy, and he is still showing off at this moment.
The words angered the jailer again. At that moment, the jailer picked up the iron hook again, said "offended" to Xia Shang, and walked towards the thief.
The thief closed his eyes and looked like he was just letting what was done to him.
The reason why he closed his eyes was that he was somewhat afraid in his heart.
It is said that locking the lute bone is just the beginning of severe torture. The purpose is to weaken the person's struggle and adapt to the more unbearable pain in advance, so that the person will not faint during the subsequent torture.
Although I have never experienced that kind of feeling, it should be uncomfortable when I think about it, right?
The thief felt a little melancholy in his heart. He didn't know if he could hold on or how long he could hold on...
Just as he closed his eyes and waited for the torture to come, there was no response for a long time.
After waiting for about a minute or two, I still couldn't feel the pain of locking my bones. On the contrary, the surrounding area became much quieter, and I could vaguely hear the screams of people in other cells.
The thief finally opened his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile.
The former jailer actually passed out and fell to the ground.
The thief was immediately stunned, wondering what was going on?
But Xia Shang's voice came from in front of him: "Why are you still standing there? Come with me."