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This is a dark room where you can't see your fingers.

There was only one window, so small that even a baby couldn't crawl out.There are thick walls all around, and the prison door is welded with iron.

If there is a beam of light in the room at this time, the iron ring in the center of the ceiling will be very conspicuous.But it was so dark here that only the rattling of the chains was noticeable.

Chains bound bloodied officers.And a few hours ago, he was holding the newly bought cheongsam, ready to go back to the station to reunite with his lover.

His hair was drooping, and his back, which was usually straight even after being shot, was bent down by the blow.His clothes were ragged, and several scabbed blood clots should have been opened many times, and the blood was still bleeding at this time.The prisoner closed his eyes and lowered his head, motionless like a corpse, only his chest was still heaving slightly.

In the distance, military boots trampled on the floor, and this was Qiu Zheng, holding the only key of the cell in his hand, and mercifully removed the partition on the window.

It's not for the purpose of giving the prisoners some light, but for the officer next door to watch the torture process carefully.

The veteran in army uniform stared at the room without saying a word, with a serious expression on his face.

People respectfully call him "Master seat".

The teacher's brows were tightly knit together, his aura was imposing, and he was not angry but mighty, "Who tortured him like this?"

"Master, you know, which one of the people in 'Serving the Demon' is not tough? I have reminded my subordinates to try to be as gentle as possible, and they didn't hit the painful place." Qiu Zheng smiled and passed a cigarette.

The officer waved his hands, still with a straight face, and asked: "I told you to investigate people, but I didn't tell you to arrest my people! What, the humiliation is rewarding?"

"Of course." Qiu Zheng smiled.

Director Qiu used his elder brother's tricks to find out that this young officer was the actor who "abducted" Wanwan back then. action.

When I was worried and vented my anger, a god-sent opportunity came.The division entrusted the police station to investigate the "monster service", and one person was arrested. He was a newly graduated war reporter named Chen Bohang.The little girl was very strict with her mouth, tried all kinds of torture instruments, but still refused to say who her accomplice was.

But Qiu Zheng seized her gun. It was a very familiar model, and it was clearly the standard equipment of the elite army. After checking the serial number, it was found that it belonged to Tang Liyan.

"Master, you also know that the number of this gun can't be faked. If you don't believe it, you can check it in the file!"

"Is there such a thing?" The officer's brows were furrowed even tighter, "What does Li Yan say?"

Qiu Zheng sneered, "He insisted that he lost it by himself and was picked up by someone—but I checked, and Tang Liyan never reported that the firearm was lost!"

The teacher looked towards the room.

The young man inside is a good soldier brought out by him.Able to fight, to fight, not afraid of death, a born soldier.

When he saw the child for the first time, he felt hostility in his eyes. If he used this energy well, he would get twice the result with half the effort.Tell him now that this person is clearly charging at the front line, but doing those little tricks behind his back, he doesn't believe it.

So the teacher clenched his fists and pretended to be calm and said: "Wake him up and try again."

Trial again, that is, waking up from a coma and enduring the torture for a while longer, is better than dying here for no reason.

house.

A basin of cold water was suddenly poured on Tang Liyan's body, and those wounds were soaked in cold water, and they were painful.

Tang Liyan shivered, struggled to open his eyes, and saw a beam of light slanting in. Behind the window, there seemed to be eyes looking at him.

"...Where am I?" He couldn't tell the direction for a while, and said drowsily.

"Where else can it be? In the prison." Qiu Zheng was condescending.

Just now the teacher issued an order, saying that there should be no more torture, Qiu Zheng didn't dare to bring those electric tools and knives in, he only dared to pull some wooden sticks and stuck them between his toes.

"Ah—" A painful moan was swallowed into his stomach.

"I don't know..." The tortured man was so weak that his hands were suspended from their sockets, and he could only answer with breath, "How many times you ask, I still don't know..."

"I don't know? Heh, out of the ten traitors who came in, nine of them said they didn't know!" Qiu Zheng dragged the chair and made the wooden chair turn twice before sitting beside him. Okay, "every lie you tell now, you will be more suspected."

When the evidence is ambiguous, no one can prove that "he did this." Then, as long as the person who proves himself is lying, his credibility will be greatly reduced.

If it is normal, the price of this discount may be just a friend's departure.But here, the price is to die without dignity.

"I'll talk about it after I think about it. Let me ask you again, how did Chen Bohang get that gun!"

"I've said it many times, I lost it—ahem!"

Before he finished speaking, Tang Liyan was suffocated by a burst of burning.It was red-hot iron sand poured into the unhealed wound, giving off the smell of burnt flesh.

The sizzling quenching sound pierced people's eardrums like scraping blades. Tang Liyan gasped for breath, loosened his fists trembling, and clenched them tightly again in pain.At this moment, he even thought that even if he could really get out alive, it would be useless.

Qiu Zheng grabbed his hair and spat, "Lost it? Then why didn't you report it! You have been a soldier for so many years, and you don't know how to follow the procedure if you lose a gun?"

"I forgot."

"Forgot? For more than three years, have you forgotten?"

A blood clot blocked his nose. Tang Liyan opened his mouth to breathe, but was poured down by a basin of cold water.Chili was added to the water and poured on the bloody place, it was hot.Tang Liyan coughed and couldn't finish his sentence.

It's so embarrassing.He had seen the wreckage that was blown away, and the corpse with a dirty face, but he had never felt so embarrassed.Those eyes, which were still clear and firm under the gunfire, were already smeared with blood at this time.

"..." Tang Liyan dared not answer.

How did Tang Liyan know what relationship Pei Shan had with Chen Bohang?He didn't dare to take risks, for he was afraid that if he told about Pei Shan's connection, he would cause trouble to his husband.But he guessed that Chen Bohang must not have confessed to Mr., otherwise Qiu Zheng would not be staring at him.Therefore, as long as he bites him to death, Pei Shan will not be implicated by the gun.

Mister must not come and go through this.The instruments of torture here are full of tricks.Using electricity, using fire, and using knives, he has suffered almost all of them in the past four hours, each of which is painful.Tang Liyan once thought he was going to die, and felt that there was nothing more difficult than this. It wasn't until waves of electricity passed through his nails, and until the muscles were injected with a liquid that doubled the pain, that he realized that the battlefield was far from hell.

There are his comrades in the battlefield, but here, he fights alone.

The enemy on the battlefield is only a human being, and here he faced the devil.

The devil never lets anyone off easily.

The stick was thrust into the wound on the chest by Qiu Zheng in circles, stirring the blood plasma fiercely.

Tang Liyan's voice was too hoarse to shout, and he clenched his fists so tightly that he couldn't even feel the pain of dislocation.

"Okay, just pretend you really forgot!" Qiu Zheng raised his head and asked him to look at the window, "I heard that after you went to Yuncheng, you often left the team at night with a pile of military pay and canned food. He sneaked out of the university before the exercise—and Chen Bohang is a student of that university, right?"

"I have no idea……"

"Then what are you doing there?"

"The university is short of supplies...I'm going to help out with some food...Ah!" Tang Liyan's hair was pulled tightly, he was panting heavily, and he didn't even have the strength to stare at others.

Qiu Zheng smiled sinisterly. At least, to the prisoners, this smile was like black and white impermanence asking for life, "Master Tang has a bodhisattva heart. Since it's a good thing, why didn't you report it? The master has agreed to let you leave the team. It stands to reason that it is not difficult to get in and out." Qiu Zheng changed the subject, pointed to the window and said, "Unless——you go there, what kind of shady secrets do you have?"

"Go and meet the...professors."

"Professor? Oh yes, you even saved a professor." Qiu Zheng clapped his hands, asked someone to bring in a stack of papers, and rummaged through them. "It just so happens that we come to talk about this."

--tbc--