Red Mansion: I relied on the AFK system to create a dynasty

"Ahem... who are you... kidnapping me... what are you doing..."

Although Zhen Heng is usually arrogant in school, he is not a fool.On the contrary, he is very smart, otherwise he would not be Mrs. Zhen's favorite great-grandson.

After being cleaned up like this, my mind has cleared up and I can talk properly.

Cen Mingche smiled softly.

"How many people have you offended, don't you know how many people you have offended?"

"Did someone hire you to kidnap me? Could it be the Li family... No, no, they don't have the guts... Could it be the Xue family... It's not like... Anyway, how much did they pay? I'll pay double, No, three times!”

"Young Master Zhen, not everyone only has money in their eyes."

Lu Xiangyang grabbed the hair on the back of Zhen Heng's head and lifted him up so that he faced Cen Mingche.

"Young Master, do you think that since we let you see our faces, we will still let you back alive?"

Zhen Heng's pupils suddenly dilated and his whole body began to tremble.

"Don't, don't kill me! Whatever you want, I can give you! Don't kill me!"

Cen Mingche looked calm and unmoved.

"Listen up, you can answer whatever we ask. If there is one question, say one, and if there are two, say two. If you don't answer, or you answer blindly..."

Wen Jianming pulled out a sharp dagger, the cold light shimmering, blowing the hair off.

"If we find you once, we will cut off one of your fingers; after cutting off the fingers, there are still toes. It doesn't matter if the toes are also cut off, just cut off a piece of flesh from your body."

"Have you ever heard of the punishment of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts? It is said that a person can be cut into pieces more than 3000 times without dying."

"I'm not very good at my skills, so I can barely do a [-]-knife cut."

"If you tell the truth earlier, you can still keep a whole body. Otherwise, if you cut it into pieces and scatter it in the water to feed the fish, you will be a ghost and a mutilated ghost. You will also be a mutilated ghost in the next life. What do you think?"

Zhen Heng was so frightened that he peed. There was a wet puddle under his robe and it smelled terrible.

Cen Mingche frowned slightly.

"Clean him up."

Lu Xiangyang nodded in agreement, then lifted Zhen Heng up by his hair and immersed him in the water!

Just like the duck intestines cooked in Sichuan hot pot, it pays attention to "seven ups and eight downs" - first put it in to soak deeply, and then take it out to dry. If you do this seven times, put it down for the eighth time, and then you can pick it up and eat it. .

Now Zhen Heng is like this duck intestine. When he was immersed in the water, the top of his head was not in the water. When he was lifted up, the water came out only to his chin. After being soaked in the water for seven or eight times, he was thrown back to the boat, like Like a dead fish, it lay slumped on the deck.

"Spare your life, my hero, please spare your life..."

Zhen Heng feebly begged for mercy.

Cen Mingche glanced at it. Lu Xiangyang knew what he meant and immediately stepped on Zhen Heng's belly!

Zhen Heng just drank a lot of water. He had been drinking and having a banquet before, and his abdomen was as bloated as a drum. After being stepped on like this, he vomited out all the contents in his stomach with a "wow" sound, all over his head and face.

Lu Xiangyang's feet rubbed back and forth on his stomach until he emptied his stomach and nothing could be vomited out.

Zhen Heng was lying in the filth he had vomited. His whole body was filled with a sour stench. He was already incontinent. He could not stop the flow of feces and urine. He was trembling and could only breathe.

"Wash him again."

"No...Gulugulugulu..."

When he was thrown onto the deck again, tears and snot ran down Zhen Heng's face.

"I say! I say everything! Please! Please spare me! I know everything I can say!"

The suffocation of drowning is a type of near-death experience. Zhen Heng experienced it three times and was scared out of his wits. Now he is just an open dough bag. If he wants the contents inside, he can just pour it out.

If we were to leave it to a society governed by the rule of law, we would still have to find ways to find loopholes in the criminal suspect's mind and break through his psychological defenses, not to mention the trouble.

Nowadays, torture and extorting confessions are no longer a problem.

Cen Mingche's move was similar to the effect of the killing stick. It knocked down the opponent's arrogance and made the opponent fear him. Coupled with his severe physical discomfort, it was difficult for him to lie.

"The first question is, who are the smuggled salt dealers with your family?"

"Private salt, no, no..."

"A finger."

"Don't tell me...ah!"

"Let me ask again, who are the companies that sell smuggled salt together with your family?"

"me……"

"Ok?"

"I don't know much! I only know the salt merchant Li's family! I don't know the rest! I really don't know! I usually just eat, drink and have fun, these things at home are not my responsibility!"

"Okay, second question, which room in your family is responsible for selling private salt?"

"Yes, it's the second bedroom! That's right! It's the second bedroom, and the boss of the second bedroom is responsible!"

"Oh?"

"It's true! Their room is very prestigious in our house! It's because most of the money in the family is earned from them! What I said is true!"

"Well, okay, next question - how much do you know about the poisoning of the Suzhou prefect and the Yangzhou prefect?"

"me……"

"Ok?"

"This, this, I..."

"Yeah, one finger."

"Don't, don't, I said, don't! Don't! Ah——! My hands..."

"Stop his bleeding."

"Yes."

"You still have eight fingers and ten toes. Take your time."

Zhen Heng communicated in tears, crying loudly and begging for mercy.

It's a pity that there is no one around, except for the long grass and water birds.His cries only stirred up a few sleeping birds, which flapped their wings and flew away.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, I'm telling the truth..."

"I was in the garden and listened to my great-grandfather and the housekeeper saying, 'Since they don't know what to do, there's no need to keep them.' I didn't dare to listen and ran away...I know better. !Don’t chop off my fingers! Please!”

"Okay, next question..."

The torture lasted for nearly a night, until Dongfang was completely white.

There was a thick pile of paper recording confessions, ranging from selling and selling private money to bullying male tyrants and murdering people. It was too numerous to write down, and it was enough to make him die ten times.

Every page of the confession has Zhen Heng's bloody fingerprints, which are regarded as signatures.

Zhen Heng's hands are now bare, with all ten fingers missing, leaving only half a palm, which has been simply bandaged with medicine.

His eyes are now dull, empty and dull. When others ask him, he answers quickly and truthfully, almost like a puppet.

The water on his body had dried up and was covered with blood marks.

"Goug out his eyes, cut out his tongue, and throw him at the front door of Zhen's Mansion tonight during the night."

"By the way, doesn't he like promiscuous wives and daughters?"

No matter who asked or didn’t know, Zhen Heng’s taste was so peculiar. He was no longer satisfied with being a prostitute, but wanted to find a good woman from Xiaojiabiyu. He forced his wife in front of her husband and her daughter in front of her mother, which caused a lot of trouble. Families were ruined and many people were mad.

"Cut off his descendants and clean up the mess."