Comprehensive film and television: The Queen of Rolls Opens the Roll Again

Gong Yuanzheng was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

Zhang Xueming moved her hands uncomfortably, and he held her tighter, as if she would run away if he let go.

The divine sense was useless when observing Gong Yuanzheng's face. Zhang Xueming tried to get Gong Yuanzheng to turn his head twice, but the facial reading technique could only read a bunch of garbled characters. Relying solely on micro-expression analysis, he only knew that he was in an extremely nervous state.

Zhang Xueming always chose to ask directly about things he didn't understand, but it was really inconvenient to talk in such a place.

Just now when passing a fork in the road, Zhang Xueming could clearly hear the painful groans of prisoners coming from a cell from 800 to 900 meters away. Who knows if her conversation with Gong Yuanzheng here will be heard by someone with keen hearing somewhere?

"Ayuan." Zhang Xueming gently shook his hand, "It's okay, I'm here."

This was the only way she could comfort him.

Unexpectedly, Gong Yuanzheng became even more nervous. When he turned around to look at her, she felt that he was about to cry.

"How about we go back?" The psychological pressure is so great, it would be bad if something goes wrong.

Gong Yuanzheng stopped and thought about the proposal carefully for a while. Finally, he shook his head and gave her a very reluctant smile: "It's okay. It's not good to keep dragging it out."

The result of reading the face was still a bunch of garbled characters. Apart from nervousness and sadness, Zhang Xueming couldn't see anything more.

No matter how many ways she had to make him relax, they would not work in a place like a dungeon, so she had to give up and follow him in silence, habitually using her spiritual sense to silently record the structure of the dungeon.

After walking for a few more minutes, they finally reached the place. Gong Yuanzheng stopped and let go of her hand, but inexplicably stood in front of her and didn't move.

After his spiritual sense made a circle in front, Zhang Xueming did not find anything worthy of special attention in this interrogation place except that it was large.

There was an open space with dark and depressing light. Flames were rising from iron basins supported by crossed wooden sticks. In the center stood several tall racks with heavy iron chains hanging from the top. At the end of the chains were iron shackles that could hang the prisoners in the air.

On the tables on one side, some were filled with empty bowls, wine jugs, and rows of porcelain bottles, while others were filled with small torture instruments such as iron brushes, hook knives, and butterfly-shaped metal masks.

There were two torture beds placed against the wall, with belts for tying up prisoners on them, and an iron rack that was used to hang something, with a curved top and an iron chain connected to a hook. There were several large and small wooden barrels filled with water on the ground, and there were ladles in the barrels...

This is a semi-open area, with two rows of cells on one side. The prisoners on the other side can hear the whole process clearly when they are tortured. Those with poor psychological quality will confess without torture.

On the wall facing the rack, there was a hole-like window that was open at this moment, through which a bright light and the recorder's slightly trembling voice shone: "Master Zheng, I am ready to record."

Isn't this a reasonable design? It's just an ordinary torture chamber.

The torture chamber in the northern border town for barbarian spies and Dayan traitors is much crazier and more cruel than this one, isn't it?

It is not uncommon to see a wall full of skulls embedded in it.

So what is Gong Yuanzheng so nervous about?

He must have come here countless times in the past few years, and he’s still not used to it... No, why would she think so?

Zhang Xueming slapped his forehead in annoyance.

The cruel war had long shattered her three views as a modern person. Although she had become more cherishing of the lives of those around her, she no longer regarded her enemies as human beings.

Gong Yuanzheng is different from her, he is a real 17-year-old boy.

Perhaps he had personally experienced the palace robbery ten years ago and witnessed the death of his relatives. At the age of eleven or twelve, he was tricked by the inhuman old man into doing torture. He also lived alone in such a large, dark and lonely side hall for many years, which led to the development of his sinister, morbid, crazy and paranoid side.

But he is such an emotional, innocent, well-behaved and clingy child... Is he worried that she will be scared? I think so.

Zhang Xueming softened her heart and even felt a little regretful for letting Gong Yuanzheng bring her in.

"Zhao Zhao, either you go out first."

"Ayuan, you should go out first."

The two people's voices overlapped, sounding even more eerie in the empty interrogation room.

Zhang Xueming looked up in surprise, and saw Gong Yuanzheng's worried expression and slightly red eyes. Suddenly, he didn't bother to care whether the bystanders would go out and gossip.

She walked forward and hugged him: "Don't be afraid, Ayuan, I'm here."

Gong Yuanzheng stood there in a daze. She blinked and a tear fell on her raised face and slid down under her left eye.

Zhang Xueming smiled and tightened her arms, letting him go. She didn't even bother to wipe the tears that burned her heart. She walked into the interrogation room and asked the lighted window, "I'm Zheng Zhaozhao, the palace consigliere. I'll be presiding over today's interrogation. Do you need me to show you my sword token?"

The guard who was chosen to take notes tonight looked out from the small window and saw that the light in the interrogation room was flickering. Zhang Xueming was standing there in black. His face could not be seen clearly. Only the black iron mask covering the lower half of his face occasionally emitted a faint metallic light, which was eerie and strange, beyond words.

The recorder's voice trembled even more: "No, no need, Miss Zhao, can we start now?"

"Bring someone over here." Zhang Xueming walked to a desk facing the rack and sat down. "Ayuan, come and sit down."

Fortunately, there were high desks and normal chairs here, and no low couches, otherwise she really wouldn't have the courage to kneel down and work in such a dirty and smelly place.

Gong Yuanzheng came over and sat down on the chair beside her, not at all as lively as usual.

"You don't have to say anything for a while, just watch what I do." Zhang Xueming released his inner strength to wrap him up, "If you have any questions, you can ask me right now." In fact, that was just what he said. The lighting here was so bad that it was not suitable for observing micro-expressions at all.

"Oh." Gong Yuanzheng nodded blankly, not quite understanding why things turned out differently from what he had imagined.

After Zhang Xueming took him under his protection, he stopped paying attention to him. Teenagers of this age care about their reputation, and excessive attention would cause them to rebel.

With the help of spiritual awareness and face-reading skills, the lighting was poor, and he was facing the experienced Hua Niang and Gui Gong. Assuming that the other party was a sharp assassin, Zhang Xueming's methods were simpler and more brutal than in the afternoon.

After several attempts in the afternoon, she found that murderous aura, the oppressive feeling attached to the powerful inner strength and spiritual consciousness seemed to be able to combine to form the thing called coercion in novels. Now that she had more experimental subjects, she let go of the operation.

There is no need to question those who have internal strength. Just strip them of their martial arts skills and take them away for a second targeted interrogation.

For those who have no internal strength, Zhang Xueming will first ask a few basic questions, and if they are stubborn and full of lies, he will use coercion.

This combo is very effective. After the opponent's psychological defense collapses, you can answer any question you ask.

Not surprisingly, most of the prostitutes in the building are information collectors and cash cows under Zi Yi's control.

Surprisingly, among the guards selected by the palace gate from the palace family's servant families and small families in the Old Dust Valley every five years, some of them would visit Wanhua Tower during the only rest time a year.

Zhang Xueming felt that his worldview had been refreshed again: "Since there is such an opportunity, why doesn't Wu Feng take the opportunity to replace a few people and sneak in? Or use poisonous insects to control their families in the Old Dust Valley and force them to create chaos in the palace gate, such as bringing in Zi Yi's blood and dripping it into the water source used daily by the guard camp, or bringing in insect eggs and mother insects, and unknowingly controlling the entire guard camp? Even worse, just bring in a bag of smallpox scab powder from a smallpox patient... No, just let a few people be infected with smallpox and wait for them to return to the palace gate... Tsk tsk, wouldn't Wu Feng be able to win without a fight?"

Fortunately, she used her inner strength to block out the sound when she said this, and opened a special line for Gong Yuanzheng to complain, otherwise the recorder would immediately sound the alarm and summon his companions to take down this dangerous person first.