The thin middle-aged man covered his mouth and nose with a silk chew and walked out of the torture room slowly.

He doesn't like the smell inside.

It smells too heavy and has a weird smell of rotten and moldy meat.

It was November of the third year of Yonghui. The nights in Chang'an were very cold, and in this cell, it was even more cold.

It seems that countless people who died tragically here will never disperse their evil spirits.

The middle-aged man stood outside the torture room and waited quietly. The silk squid was gently hidden in his mouth and nose, his eyes staring at the air, and his pupils were indifferent.

No one knows what he is thinking.

A moment later, the familiar torture and torture sounded in the torture room.

The whip whipped on the human flesh, making a loud and crisp sound, and the violent sound of shackles hitting, and the muffled groans made by the person in extreme pain.

The thin middle-aged man waved his hand, and the prison guards who had been waiting to serve him diligently brought him a bench.

He sat down, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was closing his eyes to rest.

The sounds of torture and torture instruments were all turned a deaf ear.

Half an hour later, the sound in the torture room finally stopped, and the heavy footsteps of Boss Lin sounded from inside.

The middle-aged man then opened his eyes and looked at the gate of the torture room.

Boss Lin walked out panting, his chest slightly open, revealing a strong muscle on his chest.

There was a little blood on both hands and neck.

When he walked out of the torture room, Boss Lin couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead.

Although it was already winter, the torture just now made him sweat.

As soon as I finished this move, I suddenly realized that there were eyes looking at me.

Boss Lin quickly stepped up and walked up, and stood up and covered his mouth and nose with a white chew, his eyes coldly at the middle-aged man he looked at. Boss Lin shook his head helplessly.

"Didn't say it?"

"I said nothing and fainted."

Boss Lin swallowed: "Sir, even if he was beaten, he would have to deal with the punishment just now. Will he really not know..."

"Are you blind?"

The middle-aged man interrupted him coldly: "I really doubt how you, the prisoner, have been here until now."

One sentence made Boss Lin’s face flush instantly, and he couldn’t speak out.

The middle-aged man gently wiped his cheeks with a silk squid and said slowly: "Ordinary prisoners are punished, but they only have two reactions. They either suffer unbearable pain and are tortured, and they just want to avoid pain; or they say everything they know.

But just now, did you hear him shouting?"

"Well?"

"From the beginning to the end, he was persevering. Such willpower was beyond the reach of people...

He must have a big secret in his heart, so he will be so stubborn."

The thin middle-aged man smiled coldly and took the silk squid in his hand to the ground, as if he had thrown away a piece of waste.

"Big, sir, I..."

"It seems that it is a bit bad to deal with such a person, you, as a prisoner.

No hurry, I'll find someone in a few days.

Take him down to take care of himself first. If the injury is serious, please delay medical treatment and do not let him get any trouble.

I'll leave first."

"yes."

Boss Lin felt a little nervous, and hurriedly bowed and sent the middle-aged man away.

After a long time, he looked up carefully until he could not hear the footsteps.

The vest was soaked in cold sweat.

"Boss."

A group of jailers came up tremblingly and said, "What is the origin of this sir?"

"That's right, I'm just ready to be a big air!"

Boss Lin glared and said, "Did you forget the rules you taught? Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. They're all separated. Take the criminal down and ask two people to return to the cell."

A moment later, Su Dawei, covered in blood, was dragged into the cell by two jailers and rudely threw it on the hay-covered ground.

There was a sound of iron chains, and the prison door was locked again.

Boss Lin stood outside the door, watched the others withdraw, and said to a jailer beside him with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek: "Xiao Liuzi, come over and watch for me, don't let people get close to you."

Xiao Liuzi nodded vigorously when he heard this, without saying much, and turned around.

This jailer was his adopted son and his confidant in this Chang'an prison.

The reason why Boss Lin is Boss Lin is not only because of his first-hand punishment. He is so well-managed by him that he is like an iron bucket, and no one can get into the trap.

After a breath of breath, Boss Lin dragged a Hu stool from the corner of the wall, sat down, took out a handkerchief from his waist, and wiped sweat on his face and neck.

"Those who are tortured are not tired, and those who are tortured are almost exhausted. Is your health really a bad thing?"

He gasped.

As soon as he spoke, Su Dawei, who was lying on the ground motionless, suddenly opened his eyes.

Those black and white eyes were as intimidating as beast eyes in the darkness.

He turned over and sat up, looked down at his hands and wounds on his body, and said self-deprecatingly: "Boss Lin, your skill in using torture is truly awesome."

Judging from Su Dawei's current situation, it can only be described as "miserable".

There were whip marks on the chest and back, and there was a swelling of a wide finger, crisscrossing and extremely ferocious.

There are also cracked skin and blood and flesh rolling.

Some wounds have too much blood loss, and the exposed flesh is like a fish, showing a miserable whiteness.

Not to mention the two blood holes on the shoulders, blood is still flowing.

When he heard Su Dawei's words, Boss Lin rolled his eyes and stomped his feet and cursed: "My mother, if it weren't for protecting you, I would have to bear this beheading? The injuries on your body look scary, they are all very physical injuries. I'm justified in my actions and avoided them. I will keep them for ten days and half a month to ensure that you live a life of life."

Su Dawei nodded: "I will accept your love this time."

Boss Lin said that, since ancient times, torture has been very knowledgeable.

甚至更甚于杵作和后世的法医.

This is definitely a technical job.

For the same prisoner, the severity of the punishment depends entirely on the wishes of the torture person.

It can make you look extremely miserable, your body is tortured by torture and is almost broken and bloody, but in fact it only hurts the skin and flesh but not the vital muscles and bones. It will be raised in ten days and half a month.

It can also make you look unharmed, but the internal bones are all shattered. It is still fine after being tortured, but the next day, the body is cold.

It can even be precisely controlled. Whether you want to turn the prisoner into a madman, a fool, or any disability, can be done, just one sentence above.

The first one for Su Dawei is undoubtedly the first one.

"Damn it, I'm owing you!"

Boss Lin looked at Su Dawei who was staring at him in the dark cell, and felt a little scared.

He threw the sweat towel under his feet and spitted again: "For what happened last time, we both squashed each other."

"Hook-removing? If you say you want to hook and remove it, it's not that easy."

Su Dawei suddenly smiled, and his smile showed a hint of cunning: "Since you have helped, why not help me again."

"you……"

Boss Lin looked at him speechlessly, opened his mouth, trying to refuse, but couldn't say anything.

He felt like he had fallen into a pit.

I just jumped into this pitfall by myself.

"I'm really bad for eight lifetimes to know you, Ami."

The cell finally became quiet.

I don’t know if it is because of Su Dawei’s identity as a “repeated offender” or the preferential treatment given by Boss Lin to Su Dawei.

The cell he stayed in was separate and was not adjacent to other prisoners.

Of course, the cell is specially reinforced, and even the aliens are not easy to open.

After hearing no one around, Su Dawei sat cross-legged and took a deep breath.

The vital energy in the body flows like a galloping horse.
To be continued...