Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

As Zeng Wangcai finished his words, a man who looked to be in his fifties stood up from the corner. He was Lao Cui.

Lao Cui looked old, with a lot of hair missing from his head, showing signs of alopecia. His back was slightly hunched, and he looked very unnatural when he walked.

"Brother Cui, thank you for your help!" Zeng Wangcai took out cigarettes and politely gave Lao Cui a whole pack.

In fact, Lao Cui is not old. He joined the army when he was young and participated in underground work, but was finally caught because of betrayal by a traitor.

In the enemy's prison, Lao Cui suffered inhuman torture, but he endured it and did not utter a word.

After being rescued, Lao Cui was too seriously injured to be able to do front-line work, so he had to be transferred to the rear. Later, he came to the Chaoyang Branch and was willing to be an ordinary person in the bureau. However, because of his previous experience, if there was any difficult role in the bureau, Lao Cui would be responsible for it.

"No trouble, Brother Cui, I don't know anything else, but I can do this job with ease." Old Cui took the cigarette with trembling hands, put it in his pocket, and then stared at Jia Dongxu.

Just one glance and Jia Dongxu felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

Jia Dongxu didn't have the chance to stay here with so many people. He didn't even have the chance to beg for mercy before he was taken away and went to the next room.

Entering the next room, Jia Dongxu saw some iron objects inside that he didn't recognize and were covered in rust.

When he saw the rust clearly, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling. This is not rust, it is old blood...

After seeing it clearly, Jia Dongxu's legs and feet became weak and he kept sliding to the ground: "No, no, no, I really told you everything. I am guilty. I know a bad person named Jiang Hua. She is a spy. She asked me to pull a truck of yellow sand to the main factory, but it was really just yellow sand. I don't know anything else..."

Although frightened, Jia Dongxu still had a trace of rationality. He knew that he must not tell anyone about the gold bars, but he could sell out the rest at will.

"Coward, you are nothing, and you dare to be a spy?" Lao Cui came in from behind and cleaned up the equipment one by one, just like he was packing up his beloved treasures. "Come in, close the door, our branch is embarrassed, and some comrades have sacrificed their lives for this. If we don't give this kid a taste of sweetness, we will be sorry for the sacrificed comrades.

"Old Cui, I don't care whether Tianhe is injured or not today. I'll use a full set of weapons on him. What a pity. He is still very useful and cannot have any wounds on his body..."

As he spoke, Lao Cui put the equipment back one by one.

Seeing this, Jia Dongxu thought he had escaped a disaster, but he didn't know that what was waiting for him would be a full set of pain that would be more uncomfortable than the equipment.

The reason why Lao Cui and others were so angry with Jia Dongxu was because they received news from the hospital that two of the comrades who were sent for treatment had died due to severe poisoning.

With comrades sacrificed and the enemy temporarily unavailable, Jia Dongxu is inevitably used as a punching bag. So even if Zeng Wangcai doesn't confess, Lao Cui and the others will still deal with Jia Dongxu.

Lao Cui had someone arrange Jia Dongxu to lie down on a special chair with his head low and his feet high.

Then Lao Cui personally took out a smelly towel and covered Jia Dongxu's face with it...

That’s right, the first item in the full set of services that Jia Dongxu is about to receive is the infamous waterboarding.

Covering the boy with the towel, a cruel, excited and perverted light flashed in Lao Cui's eyes. He stared at Jia Dongxu, holding a kettle in one hand and slowly pouring the water out of the kettle.

Jia Dongxu felt that he couldn't breathe for a moment. He struggled violently. The blood vessels on his neck bulged and the veins on his forehead popped out.

But because he was fixed, no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

Lao Cui had a good grasp of the limits of the human body. When the time was almost up, he lifted the rag covering Jia Dongxu's face.

"Hoohoohoo..."

As soon as the rag was removed, Jia Dongxu breathed desperately, inhaling air greedily, like a drowning man.

He just felt a little better when his vision went dark and the rag came down again.

This happened three times. Jia Dongxu, who was not tough to begin with, became completely soft now.

Next room.

"Wangcai, since he has confessed and is willing to cooperate, isn't it a bit cruel for us to do this?" Feng Baoguo seemed to be reluctant.

"Old Feng, you are also a veteran of the battlefield. Being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself. Don't you understand this principle?" Zeng Wangcai was as hard-hearted as iron. "Think about our two comrades. They have wives, children, and parents at home. If we let them go easily, wouldn't it be cruel to the families of the two comrades?"

After hearing these words, Feng Baoguo immediately slapped himself in the face: "Blame me, then let Lao Cui be more cruel..."

This cruelty lasted for two hours, and there was no movement from next door.

Zeng Wangcai couldn't help but ask, "Old Feng, is Brother Cui okay? Why isn't there any screaming?"

"Don't worry!" Feng Baoguo said with great confidence while smoking a cigarette, "No movement means that Lao Cui is serious. He suffered too much in the past and suffered all kinds of torture. There are some methods that I can't bear to say. The less movement Lao Cui makes, the more miserable it is."

Zeng Wangcai nodded and had a better understanding of Lao Cui's methods.

About an hour later, Lao Cui opened the door and came in, wiping his hands with a towel and holding a cigarette without a filter in his mouth.

Upon asking, I found out that Lao Cui doesn't like filters. He thinks the cigarettes have no flavor after filtering, so no matter how good the cigarettes are, he will remove the filters first.

Zeng Wangcai instantly thought of my brother Tian in society, the ruthless Li Toyota.

"It's settled!" Lao Cui came in, put the towel in his pocket and said, "He'll be here soon, and he'll agree to whatever you say, but you have to give him some time to slow down."

What is meant by "slowly", Zeng Wangcai didn't understand why it had to be done slowly at first, until he saw Jia Dongxu coming in.

Jia Dongxu, who was brought in, was in a state like a walking corpse. His eyes were lifeless and he walked mechanically like a zombie. No one knew what kind of torture he had gone through to turn him into this state.

"Hey......"

Zeng Wangcai stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Jia Dongxu, and found that he had no reaction at all: "Okay, let him take it easy. Great, Brother Cui, you have a way. Thank you for your hard work!"

"It's not that hard!" Lao Cui waved his hand, "These are all things that are not presentable, so they are generally not used."

Zeng Wangcai understood and stopped talking about it, chatting about random things.

After a while, Jia Dongxu seemed to have recovered. He fell to his knees, curled up, and kept crawling away from Lao Cui. Finally, he huddled in a corner, avoiding looking at Lao Cui.

Zeng Wangcai knew the time was almost right, so he walked to a corner, squatted down, and sighed, "Xiao Jia, Xiao Jia, why don't you do something else? Why do you want to be a spy? For the sake of our relationship as neighbors, I'm going to tell you the truth. You can't get away with it this time. You're going to get the peanuts."

There was no need to scare the pale-faced Jia Dongxu. He just wanted to eat peanuts and die.

"Brother Wangcai, I kowtow to you. I was wrong. Please give me a quick death!" Jia Dongxu knelt down and kowtowed to Zeng Wangcai.

After he kowtowed a few times, Zeng Wangcai pulled him back: "Brother Dongxu, if you can make up for your crime with meritorious service, you don't have to die..."