It was dawn outside, but the dungeon with the six doors was still dark.

Fan Xing wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed the towel casually. The detective next to him hurriedly took it over and put it in a basin.

This is a cell for interrogation, with various torture instruments hanging on the walls, some of which are common in the yamen, and some are exclusively invented by Fan Xingjiyi.

A man was tied up on the wooden stake in front of me with shackles. Not only was he covered in blood, but all the major acupoints on his body were covered with fine needles like cow hairs. At this time, his hair was scattered, his head was drooping, and he was unconscious.

"I'm really stubborn. From beginning to end, I didn't even hum." Fan Xing felt it was difficult to deal with.

His own means seem to have completely lost their effect on this person who is in charge of the net.

The other party is from Hou Zhou, and no family can threaten it. It can be said that he is alone, so the means of torture can only be applied to the body.

But no matter how you do it, the other party gritted his teeth and endured it, without saying a word or screaming.

Fan Xing looked at the dark shadow not far from the cell, where a figure could be vaguely gazed.

He felt embarrassed, in the interrogation he was best at.

"Sir." He finally spoke, "This man's mouth is too hard."

Fan Xing was a little ashamed. He had promised confidently that Hu Yangdong would be able to leave everything alone, but now he has slapped himself in the face.

Someone walked out of the shadows, and the footsteps were slow.

The two constables in the cell were both Fan Xing's confidants, but they quickly lowered their heads and did not dare to show up.

Yushu stood outside the prison door, quietly looking at the man who seemed to have fainted, and said, "Wake him up."

Fan Xing responded, took the red soldering iron from the brazier beside him and pressed it on Hu Yangdong's face.

After a burst of breath and obviously audible gritting teeth, Hu Yangdong's body trembled, but he suppressed it tightly.

The burnt smell and white smoke drifted away. Fan Xing put the soldering iron, and the person in front of him was still trembling.

Yushu said: "Your subordinates have all been asked, don't you speak up?"

Fan Xing felt that the other party would not say anything.

But unexpectedly, Hu Yangdong slowly raised his head and his eyes came out of his messy hair.

Fan Xing was stunned and hurriedly went to pull his hair open.

It was a pair of eyes that endured great pain and silence. He looked quietly at the person outside the prison gate, with mockery and sarcasm in his eyes.

Fan Xing's face became dark.

"They left their family and business and came to the capital with you. Do you have the heart to see them die tragically in front of you, and you can't even see their family members, so you will die in a foreign land?" Yushu put his hands behind his back and said lightly.

"You are not, did they all call them?" Hu Yangdong spoke slowly, his voice very hoarse, "Since you call them, you should let them go."

Fan Xing was a little surprised that the other party could speak.

Yushu nodded, "It's time to let go, but they are waiting for you to leave."

"I can't remember the way home for a long time." Hu Yangdong said: "It's a dead person, so it's better."

"If you really want to die, you won't say so much nonsense." Fan Xing snorted coldly, but in fact, he was always wary of the other party biting his tongue and committing suicide.

"Don't you don't want me to die?" Hu Yangdong lowered his head.

"I don't care about your affairs. If you hadn't had a big fuss tonight, I wouldn't even care." Yushu said: "But now, since you have been provoked, it's reasonable, what should I say?"

Hu Yangdong didn't say anything.

"I just want to know why you lurked in the capital for many years, but suddenly withdrew and made some noise?" Yushu said.

Hu Yangdong was just silent.

Yushu waited quietly for a moment, then said, "Broken his teeth first."

Fan Xing could not wait for the stinky and hard stone. He rubbed his hands and stretched to the side. The constable next to him quickly handed over a special sharp-angled hammer and an oval small piece of wood.

He grabbed Hu Yangdong's skull and smiled coldly, "It's still time to speak now."

"The official in the Liangguo Palace is nothing more than that." Hu Yangdong looked at the person outside the prison gate and smiled faintly.

Fan Xing pried open his mouth and filled the wooden blocks in it. Then he used force to drop the hammer on his hand.

There were only harsh pounding sounds in the dark cell.

Yushu raised his head slightly, looked at the wet dungeon, and said nothing.

...

"Young Master, haven't you eaten just now?"

After the meal, Su Che pulled Su Yue and asked her to prepare two more dishes to deliver to the yard. Su Yue was a little puzzled.

"Do you still remember that thief coach?" Su Che asked.

Su Yue nodded, "It's just that little white-faced thief who steals it."

As she said that, she was stunned and couldn't believe it, "He is there with you?"

"I was injured a little and it took about a few days to leave." Su Che added: "He is from the Mo family, so I will take him in for the time being."

Su Yue said anxiously: "But now there are all the officers and soldiers of the Imperial Guards and the Military Command outside. You haven't seen each other. No, do they already know that he is in our mansion? There are all officials living in Zhuque Street."

Su Che said: "It's just a suspicion, and what you're throwing is the things in the palace. It's normal to search from house to house."

"Do you know this?" Su Yue said carefully.

Su Che shook his head.

"If he knows..."

"Don't you always stand on my side?" Su Che blinked.

Su Yue pouted, "Okay, I'll go to the fire room to give instructions."

"Don't bother too much, just put your stomach on your stomach." Su Che said: "I'm afraid he will have other thoughts when he's full."

Su Yue smiled.

...

"You guys just give me this one?"

In the small courtyard, the thief was squatting on a chair, looking at the food delivered from the food box, and widened his eyes.

Originally, he was looking forward to the food in the Su Mansion and pondered Su Che's thoughts, but he didn't expect to be hungry all night. What kind of dish is in front of him?

A plate of cold pickles, two eggs, a bowl of rice porridge, and two steamed buns.

Is this the food that the general's mansion should have?

Is this the attitude the General's Mansion should have towards the guests?

The thief is not happy.

"Slowly." Su Yue took out the chopsticks and put them in place, saying, "It's not that there is no wine or meat, but the young master has already used the meal. If he asks the kitchen to make it, will it not be suspicious?"

"Yes, but this." The Tuo Shuai looked at the person who seemed to be a little unhappy in front of him, and his original aura was extinguished, "I waited for more than half an hour."

He rubbed his stomach and trembled his hands to get the chopsticks.

"In this way, I'll bring some candied fruits and other things later." Su Yue said.

"Yes, why didn't I watch any snacks in this yard?" asked Tuo Shuai, "Not a single one."

"The young master doesn't like anything except eating and taking medicine." Su Yue said.

"Shouldn't he be rich and elegant?" The Tuo Shuai looked up at the furnishings in the room and said, "Look at these furnishings, single and simple. Who will consider them?"

Su Yue's face turned cold, "Do you still eat?"

The Tuo Shuai quickly drank a sip of rice porridge, "Of course."

"Put your feet down, sit down, and wipe the chair clean."

"oh."
Chapter completed!