Marchioness Brothel

Chapter 47: Torture

This season is approaching early autumn, and there is still sunshine outside, but inside the prison is bitterly cold. Jiang Xiaolou looked at this small prison cell. There was a bed in the middle of the room. It was said to be a bed, but it was actually made up of several rough wooden boards. The dust was very thick, and stains could be seen on it. trace. The whole wall is full of cracks and there is a small window on the top, but the height is absolutely impossible for people to climb. The air was full of weird smells, the smell of blood, or the smell of the carcass of rats beginning to rot.

Jiang Xiaolou knew that Xiao Guanxue was waiting for her to beg for mercy. He would find it funny and happy if she was willing to hold his feet and cry and plead. The happiness of this kind of person is based on the pain of others, but he obviously found the wrong person this time, and she will not beg for mercy.

As if unable to see that the dust could choke people to death, Jiang Xiaolou lay down straight, closed his eyes, and breathed the terrible smell around him. Someone in the cell next to him kept shouting sharply, and it was obvious that some people were caught in the prison life day after day. Driven crazy. But all that has nothing to do with her. What emerged before her eyes was the Jiang's garden, a smiling father, a big brother who liked nonsense but could fight hard for her. Such imagination made her feel happy and cheered up again. No one can always win, Xiao Guanxue's power is too large, and her mind is very cunning, it is not surprising that she will attract his attention. This is not a failure, but a test.

Of course, if she fails in the test, there is only death waiting for her.

Dinner is a bowl of gruel, of course, if there are two or three rice grains floating in the gray water, it can be considered gruel. Jiang Xiaolou did not refuse, she knew that she had to endure this kind of treatment during this time. Xu Zu took the bowl away, and she sat on the bed, thinking about what time it was now. The only thing that can judge the time is the faint light shining in from the window. The light casts the shadow of the railing on the ground. As time goes by, the shadow becomes shorter and darker, and finally disappears. When the moonlight came in, Jiang Xiaolou suddenly heard footsteps, step by step as if stepping on a person's heart, bringing a heavy sense of oppression.

The key was inserted into the keyhole, and with a click, the prison door was opened again: "My lord wants to see you, come out!"

Liang Qing? Jiang Xiaolou's eyes narrowed.

The big-waisted female servant did not immediately take Jiang Xiaolou to interrogate, on the contrary, she took her for a long distance, allowing her to watch the entire prison room where prisoners were punished. The torture room was filled with torture instruments, which looked terrifying.

"You can make any mistakes. Don't make mistakes. If you make mistakes, don't make mistakes in the hands of our Lord Jing Zhaoyin. Look, he invented all the instruments of torture here! The first thing is to wear the chest. Let's use sharp ones. The iron rod penetrated into the chest from the side and hung it on a wooden pole to show the public. You can’t live or die. Tsk tsk, that taste can be called pain. Second—" Xu Zu pointed to a sharp knife hanging horizontally on the wall. He smiled and said, "If the prisoner wants to commit suicide, the adult will strip the person naked and put the person on a wooden board, use this sharp knife to dig from the collarbone, and keep piercing both collarbones with a knife. A skilled person will do it. That's bloodless."

Jiang Xiaolou's eyes moved slightly, and he said lightly: "Oh, is it?"

Xu Zu believed that she was pretending to be calm, and continued: "It is a copper burn. Many female prisoners who refuse to confess are tied to this stove to heat up, and some even don't even know the meat is cooked! The one next to him is called Tie Gun, weighing a thousand jins, as long as he hangs on your waist, you have to be cut in half regardless of what you do!" With a terrible smile in her eyes, she secretly waited for Jiang Xiaolou shivered with fear.

Jiang Xiaolou smiled softly, and asked with interest: "What is the purpose of such a big iron box, can it be baked?"

Xu Zuo was a little surprised, and his face sank: "When a person is locked inside, only his head is stretched out, and a big hammer falls, what do you think?"

"There will be a brain crack... Liang Lord is quite talented." Jiang Xiaolou's face is still so peaceful and quiet.

Xu Zu gritted his teeth in annoyance, but quickly said nonchalantly: "For some prisoners who have never repented, they sometimes use chest picks or ten thousand arrows to pierce them."

Breast-picking is naturally easy to understand and very vicious to female prisoners. But with Wan Jian wearing it, Jiang Xiaolou knew that it must not be as simple as it sounds.

"It's not difficult to say. Just tie the prisoner to a wooden board, gather more than a dozen archers to stand beside, and shoot wherever the execution officer orders..." Xu Zuo said here, a small eye burst out. Evil light, like mocking, like waiting.

Pointing to where to shoot, of course it will not be a good place.

There was a scream from the torture room in front, and Xu Zu pushed Jiang Xiaolou specially, asking her to see it by herself. In the cramped torture room, a young woman was forced to roll around naked on the iron plate. There were many sharp small protrusions on the iron plate, as thin as cow hair and very sharp. She refused to roll, so two people pulled it. As she dragged her back and forth on the iron plate, the result was naturally **** and screamed...not far away, another execution officer was putting a string of red wooden sticks between the fingers of the female criminal. As soon as the rope was tightened, the victim issued Screaming in bursts, the execution officer yelled: "Tighten up! Tighten up!"

"Ah--" After a harsh cry, the voice stopped abruptly, and the prisoner passed out in pain.

Want to scare her with this trick? The smile on Jiang Xiaolou's lips made Liang Qing look down on her too!

Xu Zuo has been watching Jiang Xiaolou's expression carefully. Usually the woman is either crying or making trouble or frightened stupidly when she sees this scene, but the other person's eyes and expressions are full of interest, and they don't show the slightest fear. Xu Zuo was very puzzled and unhappy.

Jiang Xiaolou arrived at the interrogation room. It was a gloomy room. There was only one chief judge except for the two officials. The four walls were so dirty that the original color was invisible, and the ground showed a black stain. Spread blood. The chief judge was not Liang Qing, which surprised Jiang Xiaolou.

"Kneel down!" The presiding judge scolded coldly.

Jiang Xiaolou's voice was light: "My lord, I have injured my knee. I can kneel when I kneel, I'm afraid I can't stand up again."

The tone was all serious, without any fear.

The presiding judge was taken aback and was about to get angry. The yaman next to him murmured a few words in his ear. His expression changed. He looked up and down Jiang Xiaolou, as if evaluating her identity, before coughing after a while: "Do you know where this is?"

"Jing Zhao Prison, where the prisoners are." Jiang Xiaolou's smile is still elegant.

"It's good to know, the prisoners here have committed serious crimes, and they will never be able to get out anymore!"

"If this is the case, then the lord shouldn't put me in, because I have no sin."

He still has that gentle tone, but he is calm.

Smelling the **** breath of this interrogation room, ordinary women have long been defeated, she is strange! The presiding judge sneered: "Not guilty? Everyone who comes in is guilty!"

"Then please show me the evidence of my guilt!" Jiang Xiaolou raised his eyebrows.

"Of course you are guilty, and we also have evidence!" The presiding judge's voice was harsh, "As long as you tortured well, you will say everything honestly. Didn't you see the interrogation room when you came in? You want one by one. Try, of course I will fulfill you!"

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