Long-planned for Ziqing

Shen Danran walked out of the cell, still angry, pursing her lips, with a frosty face, which surprised Liang Zhifu. Could it be that the two brothers fell apart?

He stepped forward, he was really uncertain about Shen Danran's thoughts, and said: "Second Young Master, look, how should this case be judged?"

Shen Danran's face returned to normal in an instant, looked at Liang Zhifu in front of him, and replied: "My lord, this case can be judged as it should be."

Liang Zhifu was startled. It was rumored that the two brothers of the Shen family were brothers and sisters, and they had a very good relationship, but he didn't want the reality to be far from the rumors.He tentatively asked, "Convict the eldest son?"

"It's human nature to kill for life." Shen Danran said coldly.

"Yes, yes." Liang Zhifu echoed, shocked in his heart, cold sweat unconsciously broke out on his forehead.

On the second day after Shen Danran visited the prison, Shen Kongzhu was surprised to find that the food brought by the jailer was different from before. A small mouthful of rice with a few vegetable leaves on it. As soon as he took it close to eat, a bad smell came out. into his nose.

Shen Kongzhu wrinkled his delicate nose, put the bowl away, and no longer wanted to eat.

He felt that there was something in Shen Danran's words when he left yesterday, but he didn't expect his food to be tampered with so soon.

The eldest son of the Shen family grew up with rich clothes and fine food, although he was not very particular about the convenience of eating, but he would definitely not eat bad rice.

But people are like iron and rice is steel. I have to admit that Shen Danran used this trick to deal with him, which was really useful.

After finally staying up at night, Shen Diabolo was about to go to bed hungry, but unexpectedly the cell door opened.

Three jailers walked in and saw him, two of them approached quickly with big strides, and wanted to pick him up and take him away without saying a word.

Shen Diaozhu has never been treated so rudely before, struggling with his hands, shouting in his mouth: "What are you doing? Let me go! I will walk by myself!"

The leading jailer gave him a wink, and the two strong men who were carrying him let him go suddenly, and he accidentally fell heavily to the ground.

He didn't eat for a day and fell down again, Shen Diabolo instantly felt dizzy and his stomach hurt unbearably.

He let out a "hmm" impatiently.

The jailer saw him curled up on the ground with a painful look, and said with disdain: "Young master, don't pretend, get up quickly, the magistrate is still waiting for you."

Shen Diabolo struggled to get up, a snowflake appeared in front of his eyes, after the dizziness faded, his legs stopped trembling, and then he followed them out of the cell.

He was taken to another cell, and what he could see were all kinds of torture instruments, with the blood of some prisoner on them. The blood on them had turned dark red, presumably contaminated with the blood of too many people.

Before he had time to speak, he was carried on a cross by someone. In a blink of an eye, he was surrounded by hemp rope and could not move.

Shen Kongzhu's heart trembled, and he looked puzzledly at Liang Zhifu who was sitting opposite him, "Master Liang, what are you doing here?"

Liang Zhifu's shrewd face is very heavy, he has actually met Shen Diabolo a few times, and every time he saw him standing on the railing, holding a book of poetry, facing the wind like a tree.

Everyone knows that the eldest son of the Shen family never touches business, but only loves poetry and books, so his younger brother took the position of the richest businessman in Jizhou.

It's a pity and alas, now the head of the Shen family wants to kill this brother who has no blood relationship!

Withdrawing his thoughts, Liang Zhifu said: "Shen Diabolo, are you guilty?"

Of course Shen Diabolo would not plead guilty, he had a good impression of Liang Zhifu, and thought that Liang Zhifu might be able to listen to him, and said: "Master Liang, if you mean the killing of Yan Yuewen, I absolutely dare not admit it. .”

Liang Zhifu's hands trembled, and he refused to plead guilty. It seemed that he was going to get serious.

Shen Kongzhu continued to speak out what was in his heart: "My lord, I suspect that someone killed someone with a knife, and killed Yan Yuewen with my hand."

When Liang Zhifu heard this, he wondered if there was something hidden in the matter?Then he asked, "Who borrowed your hand then?"

Shen Kongzhu gritted his teeth and replied: "Shen, Dan, Ran!"

Governor Liang frowned. The two brothers of the Shen family wanted to kill each other?He slapped the table with his hand and said angrily: "Nonsense! Is Second Master Shen going to kill his new wife? You are so stubborn, I advise you to confess your crime as soon as possible, so as not to suffer from flesh and blood."

Shen Diaozhu was disappointed, he was really naive, he foolishly thought that Liang Zhifu could listen to him, he must have been bought by Shen Danran long ago, and he just waited for his signature.

He still had the last hope: "Master Liang, do you still have an official heart in your heart?"

Liang Zhifu's face darkened, looking at the upright Shen Diabolo in front of him, he said coldly: "Shen Diabolo, you know a word, the situation is stronger than others, this Shen family is no longer the time for your father to be the master of the house. "

Shen Diabolo's eyes dimmed in an instant. In his life, he first lived under his father's wings, and then lived under Shen Danran's "protection".

Now, his protective umbrella is gone, and he doesn't even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Governor Liang approached with a piece of paper, and said, "Shen Diabolo, I advise you not to engage in unnecessary struggles, and sign this confession as soon as possible, rather than suffer physical pain later."

Shen Kongzhu's heart was ashamed, but he still wanted to confirm something, and asked: "Shen Danran insisted on me signing it?"

Liang Zhifu didn't hide anything from him, and said, "It's the Second Young Master who wants you to confess."

Oh, there is no hope anymore, it turns out that Shen Danran insisted on destroying him, out of embarrassment?If you can't get it, it will be destroyed?

Liang Zhifu took the confession letter and asked Shen Kongzhu to sign it, but after Shen Kongzhu asked himself that sentence, he stopped talking. No matter how he threatened him, it was useless. When he put his hand on his forehead, Liang Zhifu's head hurt a little.

The jailer next to him is a man who can read words and expressions. Seeing that although Zhifu Liang threatened verbally, but did not implement it, he knew that Zhifu Liang seemed to be scruples, so he stepped forward and said: "My lord, you must be tired after interrogating for a long time. Why don't you go back and rest first, let the little one continue the interrogation?"

Liang Zhifu was indeed a little tired, so he responded: "You continue."

After Liang Zhifu left, the jailer walked up to the rows of torture instruments, picking and choosing, as if he was picking a suitable weapon.

In the end, he stretched out his hand to the whip that he had used thousands of times, and said with a dark smile to Shen Kongzhu: "Why is Young Master Shen so stubborn? It would be good if you confessed your guilt early, so you don't have to suffer the pain of flesh and blood like now." Bitter!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a "pop", and a bloodstain appeared on Shen Kongzhu's chest.

"En!" The pain instantly spread to all limbs, Shen Kongzhu clenched his hands unbearably.

"Do you plead guilty?" A gloomy voice rang in his ear.

"I am not guilty!"

"Crack!" Another whip mark.

"Do you recognize it?"

"I don't recognize it!"

"Snapped!"

I don't know how many times he was beaten, and the jailer didn't ask him to "plead guilty or not" after that, as if he just wanted to get pleasure from flogging Diabolo.His eyes turned out to be excited, after being whipped for so long, he didn't feel tired at all, instead he felt more and more powerful!

Shen Diabolo felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, the pain in his body was almost numb, and his tightly clenched fingers loosened weakly.

The thin layer of prison clothes on his body is now in tatters, with a few fragments left on his body. Those fragments have already been stained with blood over and over again, and blood drips down the edges of the fragments on the ground.

The bright red bloodstains spread all over Shen Diaozhu's chest like a centipede, making his jade-white skin ugly, looking from a distance, it is shocking.

Shen Diaozhu fainted at some point, but the sound of whipping did not stop, echoing in the quiet cell, making the two young guards standing beside him afraid to breathe.

One of them, seeing that Shen Diaozhu had fainted, hesitated for two seconds, and still chose to step forward and hold the whipping hand: "Don't beat him! He has already passed out!"

Passed out?Only then did the owner of the hand stop, but he still felt unsatisfactory in his heart. He kicked the little jailer and said, "Hurry up and bring a basin of water!"

"Wow!" Shen Diaozhu trembled all over, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them, but they still opened a crack, and he saw a man with a hideous face in a daze, thinking that he had entered hell.

Is he dead?Why does dying still feel so painful?

Wasn't he beaten to death?Why do you feel so wet?

"Are you awake?" the jailer said excitedly.

Shen Diabolo's brain ached, and only when his vision was blurred did he realize that he was not dead and was still in the prison cell.

The jailer excitedly raised his whip, making a gesture to beat him again, but was stopped again, "If you beat him again, he will die!"

"Don't worry, I won't die. Mr. Shen eats delicious food and drinks spicy food all day long, so why can't he bear the whipping?" The jailer shouted dissatisfied when his hand was held back.

"But……"

"Don't be a motherfucker, let go! Otherwise, I'll beat you too!" the jailer interrupted.

Then, a familiar pain came from the chest, "Hmm!"

The dry lips were bloodied by his teeth, and after being washed away by the basin of water just now, new wounds were added.

I don't know how long it took before the jailer stopped panting.

Seeing Young Master Shen with his head down, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, he stepped forward and raised Young Master Shen's chin.

Shen Dashao is pampered and pampered on weekdays, his skin is very delicate, his face is morbidly pale, his eyebrows are like distant mountains, his eyelashes tremble like wings, his pale lips are now stained with blood, because he was forced to raise his head, his brows are in pain wrinkled together.

"Master Shen, have you figured it out now? Do you want to sign?" The jailer looked at Shen Diabolo with cold eyes like poisonous snakes, and gradually moved his hand up his chin, as if he was reluctant to give up the delicateness of his hands.

Shen Kongzhu looked at the owner of the hand touching his face with disgust, "Bah! Take your hand away! I won't sign!"

"Very good. I like dealing with those unyielding prisoners the most. Those prisoners can't live for three days in my hands. Young Master Shen, tell me, how long can you live?"

"It must have lived longer than you." Shen Kongzhu said coldly.

"Really?" The jailer sneered, the hand touching Shen Diabolo's face moved down slowly, his sharp fingertips slid across Shen Diabolo's chin, then his neck, collarbone, and finally came to a bright red welt, Use your fingertips slowly!

"Ah!" Shen Diabolo was like a fish short of water, with his neck raised high, another layer of cold sweat covered his forehead, his scalp was numb as if someone was beating his skull!

The jailer whipped him very cunningly, he could hit more than a dozen whips at the same place, so there were several wounds on Shen Diabozhu's chest that seemed to be cut open with a knife, and a line of blood could be clearly seen in the whip marks.

And just now, the jailer's hand pulled the blood line to both sides, it was the first time Shen Diabozhu experienced the feeling of being torn apart after living for so long.

Simply, life is worse than death!

What is torture?

Under this kind of torture, how many people can stand it?

"Master Shen, can you plead guilty now?" The jailer looked at Shen Kongzhu's painful expression with bright eyes.

"I, I don't recognize it!" Shen Diaozhu had a stubborn face, his misty eyes were full of starlight, in the eyes of the jailer, he was extremely beautiful!

"Very good!" The jailer was very happy, feeling that the blood in his chest was boiling. He hadn't met such a stubborn prisoner for a long time.

He glanced at the brazier not far away, and the charcoal fire inside was burning vigorously, making a "crackling" sound.

He approached the brazier, looked at the red-hot iron block inside, reached out for the handle, and brought out the largest and reddest iron block.

He walked into Shen Diabolo with a sneer.

Shen Kongzhu's heart tightened, and he couldn't help holding his breath, what is he going to do?

His momentary fear was captured by the jailer, and he chuckled: "Master Shen, are you afraid?"

Shen Kongzhu's fingertips were pinched tightly in his palm, the whole palm was about to be in pain, he was insensible, he was unyielding, "If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you."

"Very good! You really are a man with backbone!" The jailer praised Shen Diabolo, but slowly moved the scarlet iron piece close to Shen Diabolo's abdomen.

The hot air emanating from the iron block was getting closer and closer, and before it touched the flesh, the skin of the abdomen began to wrinkle, trying to escape.

Shen Diabolo's breathing became heavy, but his self-esteem prevented him from begging for mercy, as soon as he gritted his teeth, raised his head, and closed his eyes, he was about to face the next torture.

But I didn't feel the burning sensation, but I heard a "bang", and the cell door seemed to be kicked open by something!

Immediately afterwards, I heard a scream of "ah", accompanied by a "呲" sound like barbecue!

However, he didn't feel any burning pain on his body.

He slowly opened his eyes, and saw the face he had been familiar with for ten years. At this moment, he was holding the jailer's hand indifferently, and imprinted the iron block on the jailer's face fiercely!

A puff of white green smoke curled up, and the jailer's face became more twitching and ferocious, ten thousand times more terrifying than evil spirits!

Shen Danran waved his hand, and threw the jailer against the wall. With a "click", the jailer screamed again, as if several ribs were broken.

For some reason, Shen Kongzhu's hand loosened after seeing Shen Danran, and his whole body was no longer tense, panting heavily.

Although at this moment, Shen Danran's complexion was not pretty, it could almost be described as gloomy.

what did he seeA bloody man!A man who removes not a single good piece of meat from his face at a glance!Shen Danran's little finger trembled slightly, she didn't dare to step forward, she really wanted to destroy the world like this!

The baby he held in his palm and took care of for so many years was beaten all over his body now?

Even if he was slapped in the face, the baby who couldn't bear to fight back was beaten to death?

Shen Danran stopped where she was, with difficulty breathing, and the low air pressure on her body made the people around her dare not take a step closer!