The book begins with the waste of all the members

In the chaos, Wei Yu heard the sound of water dripping, accompanied by the "crackling" sound of burning charcoal. When she woke up, she found herself in a very damp and dim environment.

Her hands were tied and she was tied to the rack like Jesus, with her toes just touching the ground, and her wrists and armpits were pulled so hard that they hurt.

Directly in front of her sat a man with a pale face and dressed in official uniform. In the dim light, coupled with the official's sinister smile, he looked like a demon from a movie.

Wei Yu closed his eyes and silently chanted in his heart, "Amitabha, evil spirits go away."

The man stood up and slowly walked over. He pinched Wei Yu's chin and lifted her face up. Wei Yu didn't feel any body temperature in the man's hand at all. Her heart was pounding and almost jumped out.

Could it be a ghost? The Ghost Festival has already passed.

"Playing dead?" the man spoke.

Angry, angry, Wei Yu cheered in his heart.

"I'm not pretending to be dead. You know, young people usually fall asleep right away, hehe."

She stopped laughing in an instant.

After her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see the layout of the space clearly. It was a small square room. She couldn't even find the door. The window was very small. The faint light in the room came from that small window above the wall behind her.

The walls around the room were covered with these strange tools, including whips, knives, and a torture device that looked like the finger clamps in TV dramas.

This was clearly a torture chamber.

The two guards really sent her to the prison cell in the palace.

"Report~~" Wei Yu wanted to raise his hands, but realized that his hands were tied and he couldn't move, so he raised his feet, "I can explain."

The man made a gesture of invitation, "Please."

"I'm really not a spy. I don't know anything. I just followed His Royal Highness Prince Ning here to plan a birthday party for him."

The man raised an eyebrow, "Go on."

"Prince Ning, if you can't find him to verify my identity, then you can find Bai Shuyang, the youngest son of Lord Bai Liancheng, the First Class Duke. He can verify my identity."

"So, you have accomplices, and you dragged Master Bai Shuyang into this to protect your accomplices?"

Wei Yu rolled his eyes. How on earth did this person come to this conclusion?

"I'd like to ask, is there such a thing as 'the doubt is with the defendant' here?"

The man thought for a while and said, "Please explain in detail."

"If you think I'm guilty, please provide evidence of my guilt instead of asking me to prove it myself."

He sat back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the armrest in a measured rhythm.

Wei Yu and he stared at each other, competing secretly, and neither of them blinked.

"Your psychological qualities are really suitable for being a spy."

"No, how did you come to this conclusion?" Wei Yusheng felt hopeless.

"I've seen plenty of criminals. You clearly know this is a prison cell, yet you remain calm and sober. Anyone else would have begged for mercy long ago. Even if someone manages to remain calm like you, it's all just a facade. I wonder how panicked they must be on the inside."

Wei Yu said very sincerely: "Is there a possibility that I am really innocent?"

"That's what past criminals have said."

"Then you have to produce evidence to prove that I am guilty. If you don't have evidence, let me go." Wei Yu was giving up.

The man walked to the wall and took down a branding iron, and placed it in the burning charcoal basin beside him.

This thing often appears in TV dramas, where the flat surface of the iron is heated red to burn the victim's skin.

Wei Yu wanted it to be over.

"Wait a minute, you're not trying to force a confession under torture, are you? Torture will inevitably lead to injustice."

The man smiled "kindly" at Wei Yu.

"Oh my god, don't laugh, it's scary." The Smiling Tiger is no different.

"There are cases of forced confessions, but more often than not, people just tell the truth."

"Your thinking is wrong. What if the person who was tortured was wrongly accused? Wouldn't that be a huge loss for them? How will you compensate them for any psychological trauma they may have suffered?"

The man said righteously, "There's a price to pay for the truth to come to light. If they're truly wronged, I can only apologize to them."

"Fuck you, are you even talking like a human being?" Wei Yu said with a frown, "If I stab you and then say I made a mistake and apologize to you, will you accept that?"

"This has been the way interrogations have been conducted since ancient times." The man's expression changed, as if changing his features. His face was no longer smiling, but rather fierce. "It seems the gentle interrogation method is indeed inappropriate."

He took out a red-hot iron and approached Wei Yu step by step. Wei Yu subconsciously stepped back, but she had no way to retreat.

She watched the branding iron getting closer inch by inch, and in a panic, she kicked it, hitting the man's hand and causing the branding iron to fall to the ground.

"Snapped."

Her face felt a burning pain, and her mouth tasted bloody. "Mr., you dare to hit me? Don't you know that you shouldn't hit someone in the face?"

Wei Yu felt extremely humiliated. He ignored the pain in his wrists and knees and used the strength of his waist, abdomen and arms to lift his legs towards the man's neck and clamp them.

"Deadly Scissor Kick." All her potential burst out at this moment.

She used her feet to push the man over, and after the man fell to the ground, Wei Yu kicked him several more times.

The man immediately covered his crotch, sweating and screaming, and rolled on the ground. It must have been kicked there accidentally when I kicked him randomly just now.

Wei Yu acted decisively and struggled hard. He seemed to hear the sound of his wrist dislocated and bones cracking. He finally managed to free one hand.

The man had already recovered and picked up the branding iron in his hand again.

After one of Wei Yu's hands was freed, she was able to move. She quickly retreated behind the shelf and confronted the man across the shelf.

"Tell me, are you from over there?"

Wei Yu poked his head out, "Always over there, over there, where exactly? I already said I don't know anything."

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

The branding iron was coming straight towards Wei Yu, but with the shelf as cover, she dodged it.

But after all, one of his hands was still tied, and Wei Yu couldn't escape no matter how hard he tried to hide.

The man pinched her dislocated wrist hard. Wei Yu was in so much pain that she couldn't move her body. The man took the branding iron and branded her right abdomen.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh~~”

Wei Yu couldn't stop crying because of the pain, and her body couldn't stop shaking. The burned area felt like it was being pierced repeatedly by countless needles. The intense pain made her feel suffocated for a while, and she could only open her mouth wide and breathe in big gulps.

The smell of burning cloth and charred flesh filled his nose.

She seemed to have lost all her strength and her whole body was shaking.

The man thought Wei Yu had fainted, so he poured a basin of cold water over her from head to toe.

He pulled Wei Yu's hair and lifted her head up. "Aren't you going to tell the truth?"

"Tui~" Wei Yu gave him an international friendly gesture, "I have always told the truth."

The man slapped him again, and Wei Yu felt that his joints would be dislocated if he pinched them.

Wei Yu held her breath and bit the man's hand hard. She couldn't tell whether the blood in her mouth was her own or that of the violent man.

"Today, either you die or I die." Wei Yu was determined to die with him. She couldn't stand this humiliation at all. At worst, they would die together.