[Qi Fu] Qi Chu said return

Zhang Qishan stood in front of the desk with his hands behind his back, looking down at the photo on the desk facing the sun.The teenager in the photo smiled like the sunshine in March, with his mouth pursed and a pear dimple.

Zhang Qishan looked at the photo, lowered his eyes and smiled.

But soon, the smile stopped, and he remembered that the boy in the photo had a very big hurdle to overcome.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qishan couldn't laugh, he asked someone to bring his fur collar cape, put it on indiscriminately, turned and left.

In the interrogation room, the juvenile was hung on a torture rack, his body covered in bruises.

Zhang Qishan walked in wearing a cloak, and in the dark interrogation room, there was only one uniform voice: Buddha!

The young man had been hung on the torture rack for a long time. He felt that his legs weighed a thousand catties, and his waist was about to be broken.Seeing Zhang Qishan, the young man also opened his mouth, but he spent a lot of effort, but he couldn't say "Buddha".

Zhang Qishan took off his cape and walked in front of the boy.

That face was still as good-looking as ever, but the prickly dimples that originally appeared when she smiled were also covered by scars.Zhang Qishan felt a little distressed, he raised his hand to pinch the boy's chin, and asked him: Why did you betray me?

"I didn't," the young man's eyes were full of pain, and his body was also full of pain. He didn't understand, the information was clearly given to him by the Buddha, and the meeting place was also set by the Buddha. What about the traitor?He doesn't understand, but he knows that even the Buddha is here to interrogate him, and this test may not be easy.Holding his strength, the young man looked up at Zhang Qishan, "Lord Buddha, even if I die, I will not betray you."

"Who gave you the information?" Zhang Qishan looked at the all-too-familiar young man in front of him, and said hoarsely, "I ask you, who gave you the city defense map?!"

The young man looked at the chief officer who had been sitting there with a cold face behind Zhang Qishan. He bit his lips. Even if he didn't understand what was going on, he only knew that no matter what, even if he died, he would not reveal the city defense map. It was Zhang Qishan who gave it to him.

The boy shook his head, biting to death without saying anything.

"Don't force me to torture you." Zhang Qishan let go of the boy's hand and took a step back.

The man on the rack seemed to have lost his strength, hanging his head like a dejected rooster.

"Raise your head!" Zhang Qishan shouted, just like he did during training.

"...Yes, Master Buddha..." The young man held his breath, raised his head, and looked at the figure he had admired for many years.

"You still don't say it?" The chief officer sat behind a pot of stove, and inside the stove was a red-hot soldering iron.The young man knew that no matter how dishonestly he cooperated, these soldering irons would have to be used on himself.

The young man raised his head and met Zhang Qishan's cold eyes head-on. Like an electric shock, the young man's whole body trembled. He raised the corners of his mouth and gave himself a smile. There was no sunshine and dimple in the smile.

Don't say anything.

"Use torture." Zhang Qishan ordered coldly, and then turned around.

The whip used to train horses is whipped on a person's body so hard that it can scrape off a layer of flesh.

The boy gritted his teeth desperately, as if he was taking a gamble that he had to crush his own teeth.

Zhang Qishan sat behind the soldering iron with a cold face, there was no other voice in the interrogation room, only the cracking of the horsewhip:

Whoosh - pop!

The boy on the rack was only 15 years old, the veins on his neck were bulging, his teeth were clenched, and he tried his best not to let out a sound, but there were always roars like a beast, which were uncontrollable, coming from the depths of his throat. from.

The young man's eyes turned red, he was afraid that he would betray Zhang Qishan if he couldn't survive the punishment.

"Okay," the chief officer waved his hand, and the torturer immediately stepped aside. The officer stood up and took out a soldering iron from the brazier, "I'll ask you again, do you want to tell me?"

Zhang Qishan's face was ruthless, and he couldn't help looking at the soldering iron in the officer's hand from the corner of his eye.

"I want to add a crime," the young man spat out a mouthful of blood, "There is no reason to worry."

Zhang Qishan was stunned, this child would not even want to walk out of the interrogation room today.