How come I'm invincible?

Chapter 30 I, Jin Biao, have always been stubborn and will never confess.
Prison.

"Injustice! Injustice!"

Weak cries of injustice echoed through the prison.

Experienced constables have long since mastered the art of turning a deaf ear, but for Lin Fan, who has just taken office, your complaints mean you are not convinced, and not being convinced means there is a problem.

"Quiet down, all of you. Save your energy. I am Lin Fan, the newly appointed constable. If there is any injustice, I will reopen your cases. Anyone who doesn't is a son of a bitch."

One operation was as fierce as a tiger's.

And I must say, the results are truly amazing.

The prison fell silent instantly.

Standing at the door of the interrogation room, Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction. He didn't have much trust in the police department; there were probably quite a few wrongful convictions and miscarriages of justice.

His goal in joining the police department was very clear.

Progress, progress, it's still fucking progress.

To make progress, you have to solve cases.

These cases where he cried out for justice were all paths that led him to progress.

Back in the interrogation room, Jin Biao and the others were tied to chairs and lined up in an orderly fashion. The interrogators were using torture, but with little effect.

Jin Biao and his gang only knew how to beg for mercy, and refused to admit anything else.

Lin Fan looked at Yang Ming, "Are all the punishments here?"

“Yes, Brother Lin, all the punishments from our prefecture are here. No ordinary person could withstand this, but these guys are all old hands, used to it, and it’s hard to get them to talk,” Yang Ming said in a deep voice.

"What good is it if ordinary people can't hold on? We're talking about vicious criminals who can't hold on," Lin Fan said helplessly.

"That's true."

Yang Ming thought about it for a moment and realized that Brother Lin made a good point.

Bound there, Jin Biao was in great pain as he was being hit on the soles of his feet with wooden pipes, but during this time, he gradually calmed down and remained completely composed.

He was genuinely panicked at first.

The main thing was knowing who the constables who arrested him were. They weren't ordinary people, but the very capable Master Lin.

But things are different now. You may be able to fight, but you're a constable now. You can't just beat me to death in jail, can you? As long as I stick my neck out and refuse to admit to what happened before, the worst that can happen is some caning.

He believed that Fourth Master would come to save him.

Fourth Master is a man who cares most about his reputation.

He absolutely could not allow his underlings to be imprisoned in the police station.

Lin Fan found paper and pen, sat down at the broken table and buried himself in writing and drawing. Yang Ming stood behind him curiously watching. When he came to accompany Lin Fan during the interrogation, the head of the squad had specifically instructed him.

Keep an eye on things. If anyone tries to use connections to get Lin Fan released or tries to use their power to pressure him, you must notify me immediately. We absolutely cannot allow him to experience this kind of situation on his first case, causing his beliefs to collapse.

Yang Ming understood this all too well.

Too many constables have righteous intentions and want to do good deeds, but in the end they all fail in the face of reality.

brush!
Lin Fan handed the finished drawing paper to Yang Ming, saying, "Have someone bring some over in this style."

Yang Ming looked at the blueprints, frowned, and didn't understand them, but that didn't stop him from having people do it according to the blueprints.

Lin Fan stood up and walked up to Jin Biao. "You're really stubborn."

Jin Biao feigned grievance and said, "Master Lin, Lord Lin, I did make a mistake, but it's not a capital offense. I only extorted money, at most you can beat me up. But now you're forcing me to confess my past mistakes. What can I confess? I used to be a law-abiding citizen."

A law-abiding citizen?

Good, good, good.

Soon, someone delivered the torture device he was going to make.

Clearly, the prefecture has many skilled craftsmen.

He was made to use the tiger bench.

A bench with a wooden board erected at one end. The board has a semi-circular groove to fix the prisoner's knees to, and bricks are continuously placed under the prisoner's feet.

As more bricks were added, the prisoner's legs were gradually raised, stretching the ligaments at the knees to their limit—the pain was unbearable…

He didn't know either, he hadn't tried it.

I learned it from watching TV dramas before, but seeing prisoners being tortured to the point of screaming and wailing, even confessing what their ancestors had done for eighteen generations, I imagine the effect would be quite good.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do?"

Jin Biao panicked. He had never seen this torture device before, but his instinct for self-preservation desperately warned him: "Be careful, be careful! If you encounter a dangerous torture device, confess truthfully as soon as possible, or you will be in trouble."

"Jin Biao, I advise you to tell the truth, or you'll regret it," Lin Fan said.

"Lord Lin, I really have nothing to explain."

Jin Biao remained stubborn, insisting that he hadn't done it and daring Jin Biao to mess with him. "I, Jin Biao, am naturally stubborn."

Lin Fan picked up a brick and placed it at Jin Biao's feet. He didn't feel anything at first, wondering what was going on. But as he added brick after brick, when he got to the third one, Jin Biao realized something was wrong.

It hurts, it hurts.

Lin Fan picked up another brick and looked at Jin Biao, saying, "You'd better confess now. If I add this brick, your knees will be severely damaged, and you might even become a cripple."

At this moment, Jin Biao was in great pain, his face was pale, he was sweating profusely, and his mind and will had suffered a great shock.

"I am Fourth Master's man."

Jin Biao wailed in pain, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Lin Fan. He hadn't expected the other party to be serious. He had wondered if the other party was trying to get Fourth Master to send him money.

After all, he's been through these situations before. A new broom sweeps clean. Arresting you isn't about getting rid of you, but about making sure the people behind you understand things and hurry up and deliver what they're owed.

So that's what he thought.

But judging from the current situation, that's clearly not the case.

The other thugs, strapped to chairs, watched in terror. Although the torture hadn't been inflicted on them, the sight of Jin Biao in such agony terrified them.

Just as Lin Fan was about to add the fourth brick.

A sound came from the prison entrance.

"Master Lin, my name is Peng Chang. I've come to deliver this invitation on behalf of Master Qin." Peng Chang, dressed in a long gown, walked over with a smile on his face.

Lin Fan turned his head and looked at the other person with dissatisfaction.

This is a prison, a place where outsiders can come and go as they please. How much money did you guys take from them to make them treat this place like their own backyard?

"An invitation?" Lin Fan smiled, puzzled.

Peng Chang said respectfully, "Our Fourth Master has long admired Master Lin. Upon learning that Master Lin has been arrested, he came to deliver an invitation and invite Master Lin to a gathering at Xianwei Restaurant tonight."

He completely ignored Yang Ming when he said this.

The meaning is clear.

That's right, it was right in front of you that they corrupted Master Lin, who had just joined the police force.

"Oh, a banquet? Okay, no problem, I'll be there on time." Lin Fan also wanted to meet Qin Si. The group in front of him were just small fry, while Qin Si was the real big shot.

Peng Chang's smile widened; he hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.

Seeing Jin Biao's pained expression, he asked curiously, "Master Lin, what's wrong?"

Lin Fan smiled and said, "This guy's name is Jin Biao. He was extorting money in the market and I caught him. We're interrogating him now, trying to get him to confess to the crimes he committed in the past."

"Hiss~" Peng Chang looked him over for a moment and said, "Master Lin, I don't think this person is a criminal. This extortion is probably due to the circumstances. I think he seems like a law-abiding citizen."

"You can tell if a piece of bricks is good or not just by looking at it."

After saying that, he placed the fourth brick on top.

Upon seeing the arrival of Fourth Master's men, Jin Biao was overjoyed and didn't take the matter to heart at all. However, before he could be happy for long, he was struck by lightning and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Confess or not? I'm asking you, are you going to confess or not?" Lin Fan shouted angrily.

Feeling as if his legs were about to break and his willpower was about to collapse, Jin Biao cried out in anguish, "I confess... I'll confess..."

Lin Fan removed the fourth brick, looked at the bewildered Peng Chang, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry you had to laugh at me. That's how interrogations are. You can't be too ruthless. Go back and tell Master Qin that I'll be there on time tonight."

"oh oh."

Peng Chang nodded blankly.

No, Jin Biao, you're fucking crazy.

Fourth Master has already started pulling strings.

Damn it, what are you trying to do?

It's just adding a few bricks, is it really necessary to make such a pitiful sound?

Outside the prison.

Peng Chang stood there dumbfounded, his mind racing.

"No, something's not right. The other party clearly knew that Jin Biao was Fourth Master's man, and they even saw me arrive. Fourth Master invited me, yet they still want to interrogate Jin Biao. What does this reveal..."

Knocking, yes, knocking.

This guy has a huge appetite; ordinary bribes definitely won't work.

Think of this.

He left in a hurry, needing to inform the Fourth Master of this matter as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)