sinovels Chapter 43 Slaughter
Chapter 43 Slaughter
After eating casually at noon, Zhu Jue was a little sleepy, and he almost couldn't open his eyes listening to what they said. Kang Quanyou stood up first, "Master Zheng, I have important business this afternoon, so I will stay soon."
Zheng Zhongyang glanced at the few people accompanying him, nodded his head and said in an official tone, "Master Kang has a lot of things to do every day, please do as you please."
But Zhu Jue also stood up and followed him to the door, when Kang Quanyou turned his head and said to him, "Your Excellency Zhu won't come back?"
Zheng Zhongyang also looked at him with ulterior motives, and Zhu Jue turned back in awe, "I still need to record the documents, so I won't go back to the mansion for a rest."
Heh, Zheng Zhongyang couldn't hold back a sneer in his heart. Seeing Kang Quanyou's face became more and more ugly, he shook his sleeves and said, "Master Zhu is so honest, I think the name of Tanhua must be justified, next time I will hear the rumors in the market. Irony one or two."
Without waiting for Zhu Jue to speak, Kang Quanyou nodded to Zheng Zhongyang, "Master Zheng, take your leave."
"Farewell."
After all, Zheng Zhongyang contacted him twice, but his impression was not very good. He looked like a weak chicken with a white face, unable to carry on his shoulders, unable to lift his hands, and unable to do anything.
"Master Zhu, let's go back and rest for a while, you are not needed here."
Zhu Jue lowered his eyes, then raised them, and said forcefully to the man in front of him, "This official is the Holy One's own order, and my duty lies in it. Is it possible that Mr. Zheng has a ghost in his heart when he acts like this?"
Dali Temple originally held prisoners, Kang Quanyou left as soon as he said, leaving him alone as the person in charge, what is he going to do?
Zheng Zhongyang looked at him rather strangely, this little boy, um, should be useful, "Okay, then come with me."
The man walked in front, swinging the sleeves of the wide court dress far away, Zhu Jue could see that there were silver patterns on it, the court dress of the minister of Dali Temple was so beautiful, he was still thinking about it, when he suddenly heard the sound of pulling the iron gate in front of him , as a heat wave rushed over, Zhu Jue saw clearly that he had entered the death cell in Dali Temple.
There is a section in the death cell dedicated to the interrogation of these important prisoners. The man in the morning was handcuffed in the very center, and the whip-wielding yamen servant saw that the minister of the temple had come, and hurriedly put down to salute.
"Get up, did you say it?"
The yamen servant glanced at him, "No, he's very stubborn."
Zheng Zhongyang hummed in disbelief, "Go to the prison and arrest someone."
The yamen servants met their eyes, and soon brought a man from another prison. He was also a middle-aged man, still begging for mercy. Zheng Zhongyang put on his robe and sat in the bronze-colored armchair in the center, with his hands naturally holding the armrests. Turning around, he ordered someone to move a table and chair for Zhu Jue, and asked him to record.
"I was so noisy that I pulled out his tongue."
Zheng Zhongyang's voice belonged to that kind of chilly, and it was said that the middle-aged man yelled even more fiercely, "Officer, please spare me, please..."
Hands and feet were shackled by iron shackles, and the yamen servant stood at both ends, so that the prisoner and the temple minister could see more clearly. He held a thin iron pliers in both hands, and one of them opened his mouth. It sprayed out and splashed on the ground, the man passed out with a groan of pain, Zhu Jue moved his right hand slightly, and closed his eyes.
Zheng Zhongyang only watched the prisoner's expression the whole time, he was really tough, "There are two treasures on the man's body, one is the tongue, and the other is, well."
Pointing to the bulge of his trousers, he said, "Here, pull it out, maybe you can wake up."
The prisoner remained calm, only his lower body twitched unconsciously, while Zhu Jue sat behind the man, opened his eyes again, and waved his wrist to record it in detail.
The sound of swishing brush and ink accompanied by the man's exclamation complemented each other perfectly. The man might be in excruciating pain, rolling back and forth on the ground twice before he lost his breath.
The yamen servant stepped forward and touched it, and he really died.
Zheng Zhongyang's long and narrow single eyelids raised the tails of his eyes, becoming more and more cold, "That's it? It's too useless, that's all, let's just open it up."
What?Zhu Jue shook his hands, and ripped open his stomach?
The yamen servant skillfully cut open the stomach with a long knife, and pools of blood poured out, "It's done? Let him recognize each one, and eat if he can't recognize it."
It was also the first time for the prisoner to come to Dali Temple, and he didn't want the minister of the temple to judge the case like this. After being inexplicably awed, he still remained silent.
The yamen servant directly grabbed a bloody thing and handed it to the prisoner. Zhu Jue had already suppressed himself not to spit it out, but the bloody smell kept running into his nose. He continued to write with his pen, and then forced himself to look up. Look, he is not afraid, not afraid at all.
The prisoner remained silent, Zheng Zhongyang snorted, and the yamen guard quickly opened his mouth and stuffed it in. The prisoner had already pressed a board to prevent him from biting his tongue, so he spit it out straight away, and what he spit out was all black. Green bitter water.
"Can't eat it? Then stuff it in his stomach and eat it."
The yamen servant perfectly cut his stomach, and then put the piece in. After sewing it with a needle, the prisoner still didn't make a sound, only a layer of sweat was soaked on his forehead.
Zheng Zhongyang looked bored, "Well, let him eat every organ, don't waste it."
The yamen servants all agreed loudly, and then sent the two adults out.
The sun is the best in summer, and the wind is also warm, touching you tenderly. Zheng Zhongyang walked ahead and suddenly remembered that there was another person. Looking back at the man's pale face, he immediately felt happy, "Lord Zhu's courage is indeed good."
Ordinary people would have to vomit at least three days and two nights, but this person managed to survive, which is barely noticeable, "I'll interrogate him at night, Mr. Zhu should go to the guest room to rest first."
Zheng Zhongyang still had a lot of official duties, so he directly sent a boy to lead him there, and then disappeared without a trace.
After waiting for no one left, Zhu Jue lay down beside the bed and retched loudly. His lunch was not to his appetite, and he didn’t eat much, otherwise he would have vomited long ago. He could clearly hear the sound of the yamen servant digging out the internal organs. Chu, really, committing a crime, committing a crime, closing your eyes and crossing your legs to recite the scriptures.
The boy quickly went back to Zheng Zhongyang's place, "Master Zhu only retched a few times, and then he chanted scriptures in his room."
Believe in Buddhism?
Zheng Zhongyang said while replying, "Well, continue to watch him, and don't allow a little contact with the outside world. Also, when the news is released, it is said that the prisoner is stubborn and didn't say a word."
"Yes."
In the evening, after Zhu Juesong passed by, his mind calmed down a bit. Thinking that the prisoner would be interrogated at night, he murmured in his heart that this person could survive for a few days after being tortured like this. If he died, he would have no clue at all. ?
Zheng Zhongyang had dinner as usual, and when he was about to go to the execution room, he remembered the little boy. He walked a few more steps and saw the door was open. Inside, Zhu Jue was concentrating on reading the old case file behind the case, and didn't hear the man come in at all. the sound of.
"Can understand?"
Zheng Zhongyang's usual cursive script, some of which he couldn't understand later, Zhu Jue was taken aback, patted his chest and stood up, reluctantly put down the case file in his hand, and apologized to him, "I'm sorry, Mr. Nothing to do, just looked at the books on the shelf, thought it was just ordinary, don't want to..."
He's still very modest. In fact, there is a reason to say that he hates him. From the first meeting, this Yu Enbo gave him the impression of simplicity and simplicity, with all his emotions and anger on his face. Zheng Zhongyang had already expected that he would soon In the future, in this officialdom, I like to eat such a fool and step on his bones to walk up. I can't live for a few days...
Looking at him was like looking at a corpse, Zheng Zhongyang was rare and kind, "Well, it's okay, just look at it."
Zhu Jue hummed slightly cautiously, then got up and followed him to the execution room. Although he was mentally prepared, he felt a little palpitating the moment he stepped in. It was blood, especially the huge round belly, which was the scariest. The pillow hadn't been sewed yet, and a section of black and yellow intestines was exposed. Zhu Jue didn't dare to look at it carefully, so he turned and sat down.
Zheng Zhongyang circled around the people and asked the yamen servant beside him, "Investigated? No father or mother? Not even a girl on the bed?"
The yamen servant bowed to make way for the lord, "No, it's very clean."
While recording, Zhu Jue also felt that this person was difficult to judge, he had no worries, and it was fine if he died. Sure enough, after one night, the prisoner still hadn't uttered a word. It was almost morning, Zheng Zhongyang propped his head tiredly, and pointed at the people below. Said, "You all go and rest, and invite the doctor to give him a whole lot, don't really die."
The yamen servants couldn't bear it anymore, so they agreed one after another. Zhu Jue sat all night, feeling his legs were numb, and slowly followed the man out. The sky outside was still dark, and it was about to rain, "Release the news, In other words, the prisoner still didn't speak, but his expression was a little tired."
The servant next to him understood, trotting away, but Zhu Jue didn't understand. He stood and reacted for a long time, but still didn't understand, so he could only think slowly in his heart.
The two of them casually ate two bites of breakfast, and Zheng Zhongyang went back to the dormitory to sleep. Before leaving, he looked back at him, "Master Zhu should stay in the guest room until the case is closed."
Is this the meaning of detention?
Zhu Jue didn't want to leave at all, so he nodded in agreement.
Having just gone through those bloody incidents, Zhu Jue couldn't fall asleep lying on the bed, especially because the place was unfamiliar, so he half-nuggled and continued to read the file, listening to the sound of rustling rain outside, with his eyes half-closed, feeling sleepy. When I wanted to lie down and sleep, I heard the commotion outside. I put on some clothes and stood on the porch to listen. It turned out that Lord Kang Quanyou came over, followed by several officials, asking Zheng Zhongyang why he didn’t open the trial, but the boy stopped him. Said that Sir Siqing had rested and refused to let outsiders enter.
The noise made his brain hurt, Zhu Jue turned around and closed the window, locked the door, lay down and continued to read the case files.
Later, I seemed to fall asleep in a daze, but I was woken up by the cold after a while. It was too cold in the cold spring, so I huddled into a ball and tried to lie down and fell asleep again.
In the afternoon, Zheng Zhongyang sent a servant to find him for dinner, "Master Zhu is really a good reader."
In other words, you don't even need to eat.
Zhu Jue didn't realize it, and smiled shyly, "Master Zheng's comments and insights are incisive and unique, and I was fascinated for a while."
Huh?Zheng Zhongyang really raised his eyelids and gave him a look. Is he really stupid, or is he pretending to be stupid?
"My Dali Temple is like a slaughterhouse, Master Zhu actually thinks it's good?"
He got up early and went back to sleep for only an hour, and then got up to deal with those trivial matters, he was really numb.
Zhu Jue thought it was very good, it was a million times better than his sloppy daily clerk, but he couldn't say that, and replied tactfully, "If it's not good, why did Mr. Zheng work for so many years?"
Zheng Zhongyang really felt that this person didn't live long, so he didn't explain that he was working with his head up all day long, and just tapped the corner of the table to signal him to sit down and eat.
The author has something to say: Zhu Jue: I want to work in Dali Temple.
Fu Renzhang: I want to go to the fief to work.