Seeing the light inside the cell, Du Shaoqin, the prison warden, had just brought him in. He grabbed the bag that had been placed at the door and carried it into the cell.
He placed the cloth bag in the corner, touched around his waist, and found a piece of blue cloth three feet square. He grabbed the two corners with both hands and shook it vigorously in the air.
The piece of cloth made a "bang" sound, became very flat in an instant, slowly fell down, and spread on the ground.
Untying the string that tied the pocket, Du Shaoqin squatted down and took out pieces of "commonly used tools."
A beef tendon whip soaked in blood and pitch black, with a handle that has been worn out of shape, a rusty hammer, two pairs of crudely made pliers, a blunt knife full of gaps, and a pack of bright red
The chili noodles are carefully preserved.
After arranging these things neatly on the piece of cloth, Du Shaoqin looked inside the cell and couldn't help shaking his head: "Oh, I made a mistake. This is just a cell, not a torture room. There is no rack for binding."
Duan Tianming next to him was leaning against the wall, holding an exquisite animal skin flask and sipping it as if no one else was watching.
Hearing what Du Shaoqin said, he raised his head greedily and took a big sip before hanging the wine bottle back on his waist.
Pushing his butt against the wall, he broke away from the wall and walked over.
"If there is no shelf, we can't delay our 'taking care' of Mr. Ma Tongzhima, right?" As he said this, he walked to the small bed against the wall, grabbed the damp bedding on the bed, and threw it in the corner.
Then he walked to the head of the bed, held the two bed legs with both hands, shouted softly, and moved the entire solid wood bed up.
The bed faced the wall, with its legs pointing outwards, and the small bed leaned against the wall.
"How about it?" Duan Tianming pointed to the two high-hanging bed legs, looked at Du Shaoqin and said proudly, "These two bed legs, with two arms tied to them, can definitely replace the wooden frame of the torture room."
"How could I forget this?" Du Shaoqin chuckled, took out a rope as thick as a baby's arm from the bag next to him, stood up, walked to the crib, made a few gestures, and said with satisfaction
: "Don't mention it, the bed in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment seems to be longer than the one in our East Factory. It is really suitable and tight to stand it up like this for 'working'."
"I'll leave this matter to you today. If you need help, just say hello." Duan Tianming said, squatting lazily against the wall, taking off the wine bottle from his waist, and started to drink.
"Well, you can rest assured if you leave this kind of thing to me." Du Shaoqin chuckled, shook the rope in his hand, and looked at the Jinyiwei commander Ma Yunshan who was standing in the corner without saying a word, "Ma Tongzhi, Commander Duan will put the airs on you."
It’s set up, come on, come on, let’s get started.”
Ma Yunshan snorted coldly, shook off the shackles on his hands, and walked under the shelf in a few steps.
Without any fear, he raised his hands very cooperatively.
After binding the rope firmly to Ma Yunshan's arm, Du Shaoqin threw the rope onto a bed leg. He pulled hard until Ma Yunshan was forced to stand on tiptoes, and then fixed the rope to the bed board.
superior.
He turned around, walked to his pocket, took out a rope of the same thickness, walked back to Ma Yunshan, and tied his other wrist.
Throwing the rope up to the other bed leg, he looked at the other person very gently and asked: "Ma Tongzhi, do you like to be completely suspended in the air, or can you bear some force on the ground?"
"If it falls into your hands, it's up to you." Ma Yunshan said mechanically, expressionless.
What you asked is sheer nonsense. You asked me whether I like hanging in the air or touching the ground with my toes. If I say I don't like it, will you stop torturing me?
It makes me feel like I'm being tortured all the time. What else do I like? Am I that kind of pervert?
Looking at Ma Yunshan's toes, Du Shaoqin slowly began to pull down the rope with both hands: "In the air, we need people with stronger arms. For example, Qianhu Zhang Jin of your Jinyi Guards, he is currently hanging in the cell and beaten with a whip
Although Ma Tongzhi has a higher position than Zhang Jin, after all, he was transferred to Jinyiwei not long ago. He worked in the Ministry of Etiquette before and was an out-and-out civil servant. Otherwise, I will let you barely touch the ground with your toes, so that you can persist.
Can it take a little longer?”
Du Shaoqin asked Ma Yunshan's opinion very "considerately".
You butchers, executioners who kill without blinking an eye, still pretend to be so polite when you torture me. You are just like your purple-clad captain, hypocritical to the point of shamelessness.
Ma Yunshan was scolding people fiercely in his heart.
However, the other party's attitude really made Ma Yunshan a little baffled.
It stands to reason that the person who can be arranged by Xiao Chen to torture him should be the top "cruel official" in Dongchang. After all, because he proposed to the emperor to reduce the scope of use of Dongchang's firearms and various subsequent actions against Dongchang
, although no actual results were achieved, it completely offended Dongchang.
How could they ask themselves "pleasantly" like they are now?
"Why do you want me to hold on longer? You should torture me as soon as possible so that I can recruit my accomplices. Do you want to use both soft and hard tactics on me with such cowardly behavior?" Ma Yunshan, who originally planned to remain silent until his death, endured it.
He kept asking coldly.
"Hey, Ma Tongzhi is overthinking." Du Shaoqin slowly used his hands to lift the opponent off the ground, leaving only his toes barely able to touch the ground. "Brother Xiao has ordered that I don't want any confession from you this time."
While talking, Du Shaoqin fixed the rope tightly on the bed board, turned around, and walked to the pile of "tools" on the floor of the cell to pick them up.
"Don't want a confession?" Ma Yunshan tried hard to tap the ground with his toes, trying to make his arms feel better. Then he looked at Du Shaoqin with contempt, "If you don't want a confession, why bother asking you to torture me?"
Du Shaoqin picked up the rusty hammer on the piece of cloth and looked at it. It seemed unsatisfactory and put it down. Then he picked up the blood-stained whip, straightened up and walked over.
Standing in front of Ma Yunshan, looking at the other party's cold eyes, he smiled: "This is not torture. Brother Xiao specially ordered you to experience prison life. As for me, I try to make you persist as long as possible, just to let you
Let’s taste all the ways Dongchang ‘takes care’ of prisoners.”
Hearing this, Ma Yunshan's heart twitched.
I have to go through all the torture on myself. Can I endure it?
The purple-clad captain's intention was very clear. Not only did he want to defeat himself in reality, but he also wanted to trample his dignity under his feet before he died.
No, you must not let him succeed. You must persist. Even when it comes to dying, you must not give in at all.
Thinking of this, Ma Yunshan shuddered and closed his eyes slowly: "Since you want to do this, then go ahead."
Seeing the other party's pretending to be righteous, Du Shaoqin smiled slightly, drew an arc in the air with the long whip in his hand, and hit Ma Yunshan's chest with a "pop" sound.
The long whip slashed across his chest from his left shoulder to his right leg, and Ma Yunshan felt a burning pain in his skin and flesh.
He gritted his teeth and remained silent.
This was the first time in Ma Yunshan's life that he had been whipped with a whip. Compared with his imagination, the pain caused by the whip was nothing more than that.
Grit your teeth, you can still persevere.
"Ma Tongzhi, is this strength appropriate?" Du Shaoqin's questioning voice came to his ears again.
Hearing this voice, Ma Yunshan couldn't help but feel angry.
If you want to hit me, hit me and ask me how strong I am. Do you think this is a gift to me and I have the right to choose?
"Are all the people in Dongchang so shameless? How strong is it to beat others? I'm afraid only a sinister and shameless villain like the purple-robed captain can cultivate a shameless person like you."
Ma Yunshan closed his eyes tightly and turned his head to one side.
"Alas." Du Shaoqin sighed, "If Brother Xiao hadn't told you specifically, I would have smeared the chili powder on it with the whip. You are really ignorant."
While he was speaking, he was whipped again and hit hard.
Du Shaoqin had no control over this whip, and the direction of the whip was not to hit the opponent's body, but to hit Ma Yunshan's cheek.
The slender whip ripped open a gash on Ma Yunshan's cheek.
The wounds were torn and bloody.
A few pieces of minced meat that had been carried away by the whip landed at the corner of Ma Yunshan's eyes.
"Ah..." Ma Yunshan's heart-rending scream burst out from his throat that he was trying so hard to suppress.
"This is just the beginning. You must endure it. For your dignity, persist." Du Shaoqin chuckled and raised the long whip in his hand.
