General, cut off your sleeves!

The water is not a clean person, but sewage with something added. The color of the wounds scrubbed with it will fade but the pain will intensify. The most important thing is that these wounds will be more difficult to heal after being soaked in dirty water.

"Who the hell!" Mo Wanqing suddenly yelled with all his strength, startling the big man, he quickly looked around, and then took a rag and stuffed Mo Wanqing's mouth.

"No wonder I said something was missing." During the execution, Mo Wanqing didn't make any screams other than gasping, which made him forget to gag the prisoner's mouth.

Seeing Mo Wanqing glaring at him fiercely, the big man was not afraid, but said to him in a leisurely manner: "Don't blame me, who told you that you shouldn't offend me, and don't come to me if you are a ghost. "

Strange to say, the request of the benefactor is very strange, and to torture him, let him die without being able to show the wound to others, let alone the cause of death.

He was so worried that he thought of countless ways and only thought of this.Although there are traces of soldering iron, they can be hidden in an inconspicuous place, and then washed with water with something added, the color will become much lighter.

The most important thing is that this kind of water can quickly inflame and rot the wound. In a prison without any medicine, people will die within a few days.

It seems that the person who performed this trick has a vicious mind, not only wanting to die, but also tormenting him to death.

The torture had just begun, and when the first piece of iron fell on him, he could still hold back his screams, but when the second, third and even more pieces fell on him, Mo Wanqing's gagged mouth let out a groan. Unexplained "whooping" sound.

He clearly felt the "pricking" sound from the skin, and the pain spread upward from that small area, and he even felt that his whole body was in severe pain.

He instinctively wanted to curl up against the explosive pain, but the bound limbs made it difficult to perform this simple activity.He was like a cub, being forced to open his limbs to reveal his soft belly, allowing the softest part to bear the greatest pain.

In the most painful time, time is often stretched without limit. Mo Wanqing seems to feel that time has passed for a long time, but the night is still so long.

In the end, when Mo Wanqing was untied and thrown back into the cell, his clothes were soaked in sweat, and he, who had never been afraid of anything before, was trembling at this moment, but it was not because of fear, but because of the severe pain that made his muscles tremble. And the skin under his skin was tense to the extreme.

Being thrown on the ground like trash was another blow to the wounds underneath.Exploding pain from the wound seemed to take away his breath, he pulled out the blood-stained rag from his mouth, and inhaled heavily.

At this time, the wound on his body was still burning badly, but because the pain lasted long enough and the area was large enough, it gradually made him feel numb.

He really wanted to limp on the ground and not move, but in the end the "water" that the man sprinkled on his wound made him struggle desperately to get up.In any case, people will never do him good and help him clean up his wounds.

After removing the covering clothes, the wounds underneath were not so hideous. Their color was very similar to that of the skin, without the bright red color, it looked not much different from normal skin.But the uneven surface has already begun to ooze liquid. If you look closely, the camouflage is still easy to distinguish.

Oh, really hard work.No matter who wants to take Mo Wanqing's life, he has to pass his own test first, and his life can only be taken by himself!

I remembered that the military doctor in the past had warned them, "Don't touch the wound with water." If they didn't listen to the advice and touched the water casually, it seemed that the wound would heal very slowly?It's fine if it's slow, I'm afraid of wound infection.

But now that he was soaked, what would he use to treat these intentionally wet wounds?

His gaze blankly swept across the empty cell, round and round, and finally his eyes stopped at a corner of the mottled wall, thanking the place for being in disrepair for a long time, otherwise he really couldn't find these emergency things.

Although the corner of the wall was well covered, the gray and black corner was still exposed. Mo Wanqing pushed away the straw covering it, and he saw a small piece of off-white powder.

Someone should have opened a small stove to steal food here, and the firewood used was the straw all over the floor.Plant ash, a hemostatic device for emergency use outside the home, this device can keep his wounds dry, and has a certain bactericidal and hemostatic effect.

However, because it is a powder exposed to the air, it is really hard to say how many bacteria are in it.Half the chance of using it will get other bacteria, but half the chance of surviving.

He looked down at his wound soaked in water.

Forget it, let's take a gamble, if he doesn't deal with it, he will probably die from these minor injuries, and half of it may be fine.

Twist a handful of fine powder and slowly sprinkle it on the wound, let the powder absorb the water in the wound, and at the same time foreign matter touch the wound, the originally numb wound starts to burst like pain again.

Hey, this can be regarded as self-abuse in disguise. Whether one can survive without any medical treatment often depends on one's own resistance and illusory luck.

After treating the wound, he was already sweating profusely, and collapsed on the spot in the corner. Although his body was still in severe pain, he still forced himself to close his eyes and rest. If he didn't rest well, how could he face tomorrow's tough battle?

As long as he is acquitted and released, he will find out and kill those people who are doing things secretly in the prison one by one. If he doesn't show off his power, he really treats him like a brat.

The dream is a chaotic and intertwined fragment. Mo Wanqing saw himself in military uniform cutting monsters with an old man in his hand, and Zou Jinchu leaned over and asked him, "Are you okay?"

bad...i'm bad...

When the sunlight came in from the only small window and hit Mo Wanqing, he frowned and woke up, his fair face was covered with sweat at the moment, he wiped it casually, but felt his whole body limp and limp, as if someone had severely repaired it a meal.

He lifted his clothes to look at the wound, the white wound was now surrounded by a circle of red and slightly raised, he used his fingers to push away a small piece of black powder, revealing the tender opening underneath.

Tsk, it looks like he belongs to the less fortunate half.

The wound was still infected, and the only lucky discovery was that the infection wasn't particularly serious, and the soreness on his body also came from a slight burn, and he could overcome this difficulty.

There is not much time before going to court, and he also needs to make some preparations, such as waking up his not sober mind.

When brought to court, Mo Wanqing looked no different from usual.It's not that he didn't expect to reveal in the court that someone had lynched him, but it was difficult for him to judge whether these punishments were related to the superior man in front of him.

He has learned something about the superiority of the political situation. No matter what you see is black or white, they always have a way to make it into the color they like.

He can't play with those high-ranking people in the last days, and he still has the same guard against the high-ranking officials here, so he not only won't say it, but will also hide it.

At first glance, there was no difference between today's steps and yesterday's steps. It was not until a young man in white came that the calm pot of water boiled.

This man has a face that is 5 points similar to Zou Jinchu's, but it is much softer than him, and he feels more approachable.The man who seemed to be the gentlest man had thin lips, and the corners of his lips were raised slightly, pulling out a beautiful arc, which was a smile.

Mo Wanqing suddenly realized that he was smiling at himself, and sure enough those slightly raised eyes were facing his direction.

Zou Jinyuan followed his gaze to find Mo Wanqing when he noticed that he was being scrutinized. His first reaction was, what a delicate boy!But the boy's reaction to his friendly smile was so indifferent that it was almost rude, and he turned his head with a wooden face, leaving him with a darkened back of the head.

Well, she still looks like an ice beauty... Zou Jinyuan put aside distracting thoughts, stated his point of view slowly and methodically, and brought out the witness "Furong". This maid's name is familiar, but he doesn't think her Will be on my side.

By the way, who is this person similar to Zou Jin Chuchang, his brother?But no matter who he is, he is always on his side. Seeing him arguing so hard with members of the Zhang family, Mo Wanqing is very grateful to him.

"Therefore, there is another person who has made a personal decision with Ms. Zhang's family for life, and it is definitely not this little brother who killed Ms. Zhang!"

The loud words slammed into everyone's ears, and without waiting for Judge Li in the hall to say anything, the bottom was the first to explode.

People who were curious about Zhang's family affairs had blocked the gate of the yamen yesterday. Today, I heard that Mr. Zou came to argue for this unknown boy. How can there be fewer people watching?

More than twice as many people as yesterday surrounded the gate of the yamen layer by layer. People who really couldn't see them simply climbed on the wall and on the treetops. Don't miss this unusual case.

"Tch, what do you think this kid has to do with the Zou people? A general came yesterday, and today even Mr. Zou is dispatched!"

"Come here and I will tell you quietly."

The person who was asking the question in front leaned toward his ear with a "hey", and after a while he exclaimed "relatives?" The person behind quickly covered his mouth and asked him to swallow the rest of the words.

A little commotion was enough for the people around them to get this important "news", and then the news spread like wildfire. They were all willing to believe that the young man was a relative of the Zou family, otherwise why would the Zou family protect such a person? Little boy?

The pot exploded outside, and of course it will not be calm inside.

Boss Zhang knew it was over the moment he saw Zou Jinyuan, and now he couldn't be at peace. Sure enough, he lightly shifted his focus to Hongsu's lover after a few words, and the firm tone made him very uneasy.

Sure enough, Zou Jinyuan caressed the paper fan after a while, and said calmly: "Don't you all want to know who this strange man is? There is an insider here who is willing to tell the whole story to the public."