Chapter 962
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This is a direction of only about ten square meters. The decoration style is like a tea room, but there is a one-way mirror in front of it,
Inside the mirror is a very narrow pure white room with no windows, only a bed on which lies a person.
Unlike the lynching interrogation room that Yun expected, there was no blood, and the other party had no bruises.
But he seemed to be struggling in bed, his face was pale, he was struggling, but it was difficult to move his body.
Song Mian stood beside Yun, and his indifferent eyes fell on the strong man wriggling on the bed: "how many times?"
Song Yao asked the man at the door before answering song Mian, "three times."
"Far from the limit." Song Mian said quietly.
Song Yao nodded at the gatekeeper. Soon Yun thought about it, and saw several people carrying buckets of water and pouring it hard. Soon his stomach swelled.
With the belly bulging, the lying person's expression became more and more painful, his pale face and blue veins floating on his forehead.
"Come on, if you don't say it again, your bladder / bladder will be broken, and you won't die if you break it, and you will be incontinent in the future. But don't worry, we won't let you lose your life. Naturally, if you don't admit it, we won't let Tang Liushao know where you are. No one will save you or kill you. You will live like death every day..."
The person who irrigated him persuaded him in a soft voice, and the action on his hand was also clean and neat.
"Kill... Kill me!" It was hard to squeeze out the word, and his pale face began to turn red.
The irrigation man sighed gently, as if he was a little helpless. He was so stubborn, but the irrigation slowed down.
The irrigated people have reached a limit, but they can't be released. The more slowly they increase, the more tortured they will be.
After the last bucket of water was filled, he took an iron frame, pushed a few bottles of needle water in, and delivered water directly to him.
"Nutrient solution ensures that you are energetic, healthy and enjoy it slowly." After hanging the water, the other party moved a bench and sat by the bed.
The man lying in bed wanted to get rid of the needle in his hand, but he seemed to be weak and couldn't get rid of it at all.
But the fear that his lower body was going to be broken bit by bit hit his whole body, and the feeling that he desperately wanted to get rid of but could do nothing about it tortured his will more than his broken head and blood in the sea of knife and fire.
Even across a glass mirror, looking at the clouds, I couldn't help swallowing my saliva.
This kind of taste has only been tried by people who have had surgery but have not installed a urinary catheter. The body is anesthetized and can't work at all. No matter how many ideas can't be put into action.
Indeed, it is not as painful as punching and kicking. Cutting meat with a blunt knife is more unbearable. Helplessness, despair, fear, bit by bit swallowed up his will.
"For such people, torture is of no use to them. They are used to the taste of pain. Being able to accompany Tang Zhiyu will only make him more and more excited."
Song Mian led Yun to think about sitting down in front of a tea table on one side. There was a set of exquisite tea sets on the tea table. A small stove had already burned water. He took out the tea with elegant movements and slowly.
When he sorted out the other things, the water on the small stove began to boil. While making tea, he thought to Yun and said, "if there are scars on his body, he will be bitten back. It is a forced attack."
At that time, the man said back that he could not stand torture and was forced to talk nonsense, but let the Song family be passive.
Song Mian will never give people a handle or give people any chance to turn over.
Yun thinks about how much he admires song Mian.
From childhood, song Mian enjoyed being looked up to and grew up, but it seemed that such eyes could really make people happy physically and mentally for the first time. He held a small tea cup in front of Yunxiang and poured a cup of tea for her.
"Treating people should vary from person to person. Some people are suitable for simple and rough, while others have to warm the fire and boil slowly." With that, song Mian looked at the tea in front of him, "try it. This tea is very ordinary, but it works very well, and it has a magical place."
Yun thought about being hooked by song Mian's magical riddle, took a sip of the tea cup, the taste of the tea was very ordinary, almost like ordinary tea, not bitter or astringent.
Even if she doesn't understand tea, she can taste it. It's far from the tea she drank before.
After drinking, Yun thought about waiting for a minute, but there was no response: "where is the magical place?"
Song Mian smiled, poured a glass of white water and handed it to Yun to think about it.
Cloud thought about it suspiciously, took it, took a sip, and suddenly found that the water was extraordinarily sweet. This sweetness was completely different from the sweetness with sugar. Cloud thought about taking another sip, and the sweetness decreased.
"Eh, the sweetness is so strange." Cloud thought a little surprised, "this tea is not bitter, but after drinking it, it is so obvious that it is sweet with Baishui."
"This is a new product found in the snow mountain of Yunnan Province. The output is low and the price is not expensive. I took it back for quality inspection. There are special ingredients in it. Smokers drink it all year round and can also purify their lungs."
"You can send some to brother Wei." The first thing Yun thought of was He Wei.
No one in their family smokes, and song Mian never smokes. He weilao smoker has a smoking history of more than 20 years.
Xue Yu attached great importance to his voice in order to sing. He once smoked when he was decadent, and then quit and never smoked again.
"Really for his health, you let him quit." Song Mian denied that he was a little jealous.
Because his voice was steady, Yun didn't recognize it for a moment, but then said, "how can it be so easy? He has been smoking for more than 20 years."
"You and song Qian say, which is important, his wife and smoking addiction, let him choose." Song Mian has an idea.
Yun thought about it. He didn't hear that song Mian was deliberately tossing He Wei and waiting to see a good play. Instead, he thought that song Mian was concerned about He Wei because of the relationship between Song Qian and He Wei.
Nodded and felt that smoking was really harmful to health. He Wei also needed children in the future. It was important to quit smoking early.
When the two men were talking, a desperate cry came from the next door they ignored: "I said, I said, you let me go, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu
Such a tall and strong man was tortured to cry, and the suffering was unimaginable.
Song Mian didn't seem to hear it. He still talked and laughed with Yun, saying some interesting things in the countryside he had been to.
Over there, song Yao took a small camera and began recording the other party's confession.
He was a little hesitant at first. There were probably broken cans behind him. The more he said, the more smooth he was.
Although he is not Tang Zhiyu's most trusted confidant, he is also a top ranked person and knows a lot.
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This is a direction of only about ten square meters. The decoration style is like a tea room, but there is a one-way mirror in front of it,
Inside the mirror is a very narrow pure white room with no windows, only a bed on which lies a person.
Unlike the lynching interrogation room that Yun expected, there was no blood, and the other party had no bruises.
But he seemed to be struggling in bed, his face was pale, he was struggling, but it was difficult to move his body.
Song Mian stood beside Yun, and his indifferent eyes fell on the strong man wriggling on the bed: "how many times?"
Song Yao asked the man at the door before answering song Mian, "three times."
"Far from the limit." Song Mian said quietly.
Song Yao nodded at the gatekeeper. Soon Yun thought about it, and saw several people carrying buckets of water and pouring it hard. Soon his stomach swelled.
With the belly bulging, the lying person's expression became more and more painful, his pale face and blue veins floating on his forehead.
"Come on, if you don't say it again, your bladder / bladder will be broken, and you won't die if you break it, and you will be incontinent in the future. But don't worry, we won't let you lose your life. Naturally, if you don't admit it, we won't let Tang Liushao know where you are. No one will save you or kill you. You will live like death every day..."
The person who irrigated him persuaded him in a soft voice, and the action on his hand was also clean and neat.
"Kill... Kill me!" It was hard to squeeze out the word, and his pale face began to turn red.
The irrigation man sighed gently, as if he was a little helpless. He was so stubborn, but the irrigation slowed down.
The irrigated people have reached a limit, but they can't be released. The more slowly they increase, the more tortured they will be.
After the last bucket of water was filled, he took an iron frame, pushed a few bottles of needle water in, and delivered water directly to him.
"Nutrient solution ensures that you are energetic, healthy and enjoy it slowly." After hanging the water, the other party moved a bench and sat by the bed.
The man lying in bed wanted to get rid of the needle in his hand, but he seemed to be weak and couldn't get rid of it at all.
But the fear that his lower body was going to be broken bit by bit hit his whole body, and the feeling that he desperately wanted to get rid of but could do nothing about it tortured his will more than his broken head and blood in the sea of knife and fire.
Even across a glass mirror, looking at the clouds, I couldn't help swallowing my saliva.
This kind of taste has only been tried by people who have had surgery but have not installed a urinary catheter. The body is anesthetized and can't work at all. No matter how many ideas can't be put into action.
Indeed, it is not as painful as punching and kicking. Cutting meat with a blunt knife is more unbearable. Helplessness, despair, fear, bit by bit swallowed up his will.
"For such people, torture is of no use to them. They are used to the taste of pain. Being able to accompany Tang Zhiyu will only make him more and more excited."
Song Mian led Yun to think about sitting down in front of a tea table on one side. There was a set of exquisite tea sets on the tea table. A small stove had already burned water. He took out the tea with elegant movements and slowly.
When he sorted out the other things, the water on the small stove began to boil. While making tea, he thought to Yun and said, "if there are scars on his body, he will be bitten back. It is a forced attack."
At that time, the man said back that he could not stand torture and was forced to talk nonsense, but let the Song family be passive.
Song Mian will never give people a handle or give people any chance to turn over.
Yun thinks about how much he admires song Mian.
From childhood, song Mian enjoyed being looked up to and grew up, but it seemed that such eyes could really make people happy physically and mentally for the first time. He held a small tea cup in front of Yunxiang and poured a cup of tea for her.
"Treating people should vary from person to person. Some people are suitable for simple and rough, while others have to warm the fire and boil slowly." With that, song Mian looked at the tea in front of him, "try it. This tea is very ordinary, but it works very well, and it has a magical place."
Yun thought about being hooked by song Mian's magical riddle, took a sip of the tea cup, the taste of the tea was very ordinary, almost like ordinary tea, not bitter or astringent.
Even if she doesn't understand tea, she can taste it. It's far from the tea she drank before.
After drinking, Yun thought about waiting for a minute, but there was no response: "where is the magical place?"
Song Mian smiled, poured a glass of white water and handed it to Yun to think about it.
Cloud thought about it suspiciously, took it, took a sip, and suddenly found that the water was extraordinarily sweet. This sweetness was completely different from the sweetness with sugar. Cloud thought about taking another sip, and the sweetness decreased.
"Eh, the sweetness is so strange." Cloud thought a little surprised, "this tea is not bitter, but after drinking it, it is so obvious that it is sweet with Baishui."
"This is a new product found in the snow mountain of Yunnan Province. The output is low and the price is not expensive. I took it back for quality inspection. There are special ingredients in it. Smokers drink it all year round and can also purify their lungs."
"You can send some to brother Wei." The first thing Yun thought of was He Wei.
No one in their family smokes, and song Mian never smokes. He weilao smoker has a smoking history of more than 20 years.
Xue Yu attached great importance to his voice in order to sing. He once smoked when he was decadent, and then quit and never smoked again.
"Really for his health, you let him quit." Song Mian denied that he was a little jealous.
Because his voice was steady, Yun didn't recognize it for a moment, but then said, "how can it be so easy? He has been smoking for more than 20 years."
"You and song Qian say, which is important, his wife and smoking addiction, let him choose." Song Mian has an idea.
Yun thought about it. He didn't hear that song Mian was deliberately tossing He Wei and waiting to see a good play. Instead, he thought that song Mian was concerned about He Wei because of the relationship between Song Qian and He Wei.
Nodded and felt that smoking was really harmful to health. He Wei also needed children in the future. It was important to quit smoking early.
When the two men were talking, a desperate cry came from the next door they ignored: "I said, I said, you let me go, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu
Such a tall and strong man was tortured to cry, and the suffering was unimaginable.
Song Mian didn't seem to hear it. He still talked and laughed with Yun, saying some interesting things in the countryside he had been to.
Over there, song Yao took a small camera and began recording the other party's confession.
He was a little hesitant at first. There were probably broken cans behind him. The more he said, the more smooth he was.
Although he is not Tang Zhiyu's most trusted confidant, he is also a top ranked person and knows a lot.
This is a direction of only about ten square meters. The decoration style is like a tea room, but there is a one-way mirror in front of it,Inside the mirror is a very narrow pure white room with no windows, only a bed on which lies a person.Unlike the lynching interrogation room that Yun expected, there was no blood, and the other party had no bruises.But he seemed to be struggling in bed, his face was pale, he was struggling, but it was difficult to move his body.Song Mian stood beside Yun, and his indifferent eyes fell on the strong man wriggling on the bed: "how many times?"Song Yao asked the man at the door before answering song Mian, "three times.""Far from the limit." Song Mian said quietly.Song Yao nodded at the gatekeeper. Soon Yun thought about it, and saw several people carrying buckets of water and pouring it hard. Soon his stomach swelled.With the belly bulging, the lying person's expression became more and more painful, his pale face and blue veins floating on his forehead."Come on, if you don't say it again, your bladder / bladder will be broken, and you won't die if you break it, and you will be incontinent in the future. But don't worry, we won't let you lose your life. Naturally, if you don't admit it, we won't let Tang Liushao know where you are. No one will save you or kill you. You will live like death every day..."The person who irrigated him persuaded him in a soft voice, and the action on his hand was also clean and neat."Kill... Kill me!" It was hard to squeeze out the word, and his pale face began to turn red.The irrigation man sighed gently, as if he was a little helpless. He was so stubborn, but the irrigation slowed down.The irrigated people have reached a limit, but they can't be released. The more slowly they increase, the more tortured they will be.After the last bucket of water was filled, he took an iron frame, pushed a few bottles of needle water in, and delivered water directly to him."Nutrient solution ensures that you are energetic, healthy and enjoy it slowly." After hanging the water, the other party moved a bench and sat by the bed.The man lying in bed wanted to get rid of the needle in his hand, but he seemed to be weak and couldn't get rid of it at all.But the fear that his lower body was going to be broken bit by bit hit his whole body, and the feeling that he desperately wanted to get rid of but could do nothing about it tortured his will more than his broken head and blood in the sea of knife and fire.Even across a glass mirror, looking at the clouds, I couldn't help swallowing my saliva.This kind of taste has only been tried by people who have had surgery but have not installed a urinary catheter. The body is anesthetized and can't work at all. No matter how many ideas can't be put into action.Indeed, it is not as painful as punching and kicking. Cutting meat with a blunt knife is more unbearable. Helplessness, despair, fear, bit by bit swallowed up his will."For such people, torture is of no use to them. They are used to the taste of pain. Being able to accompany Tang Zhiyu will only make him more and more excited."Song Mian led Yun to think about sitting down in front of a tea table on one side. There was a set of exquisite tea sets on the tea table. A small stove had already burned water. He took out the tea with elegant movements and slowly.When he sorted out the other things, the water on the small stove began to boil. While making tea, he thought to Yun and said, "if there are scars on his body, he will be bitten back. It is a forced attack."At that time, the man said back that he could not stand torture and was forced to talk nonsense, but let the Song family be passive.Song Mian will never give people a handle or give people any chance to turn over.Yun thinks about how much he admires song Mian.From childhood, song Mian enjoyed being looked up to and grew up, but it seemed that such eyes could really make people happy physically and mentally for the first time. He held a small tea cup in front of Yunxiang and poured a cup of tea for her."Treating people should vary from person to person. Some people are suitable for simple and rough, while others have to warm the fire and boil slowly." With that, song Mian looked at the tea in front of him, "try it. This tea is very ordinary, but it works very well, and it has a magical place."Yun thought about being hooked by song Mian's magical riddle, took a sip of the tea cup, the taste of the tea was very ordinary, almost like ordinary tea, not bitter or astringent.Even if she doesn't understand tea, she can taste it. It's far from the tea she drank before.After drinking, Yun thought about waiting for a minute, but there was no response: "where is the magical place?"Song Mian smiled, poured a glass of white water and handed it to Yun to think about it.Cloud thought about it suspiciously, took it, took a sip, and suddenly found that the water was extraordinarily sweet. This sweetness was completely different from the sweetness with sugar. Cloud thought about taking another sip, and the sweetness decreased."Eh, the sweetness is so strange." Cloud thought a little surprised, "this tea is not bitter, but after drinking it, it is so obvious that it is sweet with Baishui.""This is a new product found in the snow mountain of Yunnan Province. The output is low and the price is not expensive. I took it back for quality inspection. There are special ingredients in it. Smokers drink it all year round and can also purify their lungs.""You can send some to brother Wei." The first thing Yun thought of was He Wei.No one in their family smokes, and song Mian never smokes. He weilao smoker has a smoking history of more than 20 years.Xue Yu attached great importance to his voice in order to sing. He once smoked when he was decadent, and then quit and never smoked again."Really for his health, you let him quit." Song Mian denied that he was a little jealous.Because his voice was steady, Yun didn't recognize it for a moment, but then said, "how can it be so easy? He has been smoking for more than 20 years.""You and song Qian say, which is important, his wife and smoking addiction, let him choose." Song Mian has an idea.Yun thought about it. He didn't hear that song Mian was deliberately tossing He Wei and waiting to see a good play. Instead, he thought that song Mian was concerned about He Wei because of the relationship between Song Qian and He Wei.Nodded and felt that smoking was really harmful to health. He Wei also needed children in the future. It was important to quit smoking early.When the two men were talking, a desperate cry came from the next door they ignored: "I said, I said, you let me go, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuSuch a tall and strong man was tortured to cry, and the suffering was unimaginable.Song Mian didn't seem to hear it. He still talked and laughed with Yun, saying some interesting things in the countryside he had been to.Over there, song Yao took a small camera and began recording the other party's confession.He was a little hesitant at first. There were probably broken cans behind him. The more he said, the more smooth he was.Although he is not Tang Zhiyu's most trusted confidant, he is also a top ranked person and knows a lot.
