Chapter 962

This is a direction with only about ten square meters. The decoration style is like a tea room, except that there is a one-way mirror in front of it.

Inside the mirror is a very narrow pure white room without any windows, only a bed with a person lying on it.

It was different from the lynching interrogation room that Yun Xiangxiang expected, there was no blood, and the other party didn't have a bruised nose or face.

However, he seemed to be having a bit of difficulty lying on the bed, his face was pale, and he was clearly struggling, but it was very difficult for him to move his body.

Song Mian stood beside Yun Xiangxiang, his indifferent gaze fell on the burly man wriggling on the bed: "How many times?"

Song Yao asked the person guarding the door before answering Song Mian: "Three times."

"It's still far from the limit." Song Mian said quietly.

Song Yao nodded at the gatekeeper, and soon Yun Xiangxiang saw several people carrying several buckets of water in and pouring them forcefully. After a while, his stomach was slightly distended.

As the stomach bulged, the expression of the lying person became more and more painful, with a pale face and blue veins floating on his forehead.

"Say it, if you don't talk, your bladder will be burst, and you won't die if it bursts, and you will be incontinent in the future. But don't worry, we will not let you lose this life , of course you won't admit it, and we won't let Tang Liushao know where you are, no one will save you, and no one will kill you, you will live a life that is worse than death every day..."

The person who poured water on him persuaded him softly, and his movements were clean and neat.

"Kill...kill me!" It was very difficult to squeeze out the words, and his pale face began to flush.

The person who poured water sighed softly, as if he was a bit helpless for being so stubborn, but the water pouring slowed down.

The person being force-fed has reached a limit, but they can't release it no matter what. The more slowly the increase is, the more torture it will be for the person being force-fed.

After filling the last bucket of water, I took an iron shelf, pushed a few bottles of needle water in, and gave him water directly.

"Nutritional solution, make sure you are energetic and healthy, enjoy it slowly." After hanging up the water, the other party moved a bench and sat by the bed.

The person lying on the bed wanted to shake off the needle in his hand, but he seemed to be so weak that he couldn't break free at all.

But the fear that his lower body was going to be broken a little bit swept over his whole body, the feeling of trying desperately to get rid of but being powerless, tormented his will more than his bloodshed in the mountains of swords and seas of fire.

Even Yun Xiangxiang, who was watching through a glass mirror, couldn't help swallowing.

Only people who have undergone surgery but have not installed a catheter have tried this feeling. The body is anesthetized and can't exert strength at all.

It is indeed not as painful as punching and kicking, and the pain of cutting flesh with a blunt knife is even more unbearable. Helplessness, despair, and fear devoured his will bit by bit.

"For this kind of people, torture is useless to them. They are used to the taste of pain. Being able to stay by Tang Zhiyu's side, the pain and blood will only make him more and more excited."

Song Mian led Yun Xiangxiang and sat 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 boiled water. He moved gracefully and took out the tea leaves slowly.

After he divided the other things, the water on the small stove began to boil. While making tea, he said to Yun Xiangxiang, "If you have a scar on your body, you will be bitten back as a torture."

At that time, this person would retort, saying that he could not stand the torture and was forced to speak nonsense, which made the Song family passive.

Song Mian's actions never gave anyone a handle, nor did he give anyone any chance to turn things around.

Yun Xiangxiang looked at Song Mian with admiration and admiration.

He grew up enjoying being looked up to since he was a child, but Song Mian seemed to feel for the first time that such gazes could really make people happy physically and mentally. He put a small teacup in front of Yun Xiangxiang and poured a cup of tea for her.

"Treating people differs from person to person. Some people are suitable for being simple and rough, while others need to be boiled slowly." After finishing speaking, Song Mian looked at the tea in front of him, "Try it, this tea is very ordinary, but it is very effective. , and it has a magical place."

Yun Xiangxiang was hooked by Song Mian's miraculous riddle, and took a sip from the teacup. The tea tasted very ordinary, similar to ordinary tea, neither bitter nor astringent.

Even if she doesn't understand tea, she can still taste it, which is far worse than the tea she drank before.

After finishing the drink, Yun Xiangxiang stayed silent for a minute, but did not respond at all: "Where is the magic place?"

Song Mian smiled, poured a glass of water and handed it to Yun Xiangxiang.

Yun Xiangxiang took it suspiciously, took a sip, and suddenly found that the water was extraordinarily sweet. This kind of sweetness was completely different from the sweetness with added sugar. Yun Xiangxiang took another sip, and the sweetness diminished.

"Hey, the sweetness is so strange." Yun Xiangxiang was a little surprised, "This tea doesn't look bitter, but after drinking it, it's so sweet when mixed with white water."

"This is a new product found in the snowy mountains of Yun Province. The output is low and the price is not expensive. I took it back for quality inspection. It contains special ingredients. People who smoke drink it all year round, and it can also purify the lungs."

"You can give some to Brother Wei." Yun Xiangxiang was the first to think of He Wei.

No one in their family smokes, Song Mian has never smoked, and He Wei is an old smoker with a history of smoking for more than 20 years.

In order to sing, Xue Yu valued his voice very much. He used to smoke it when he was depressed, but he stopped smoking after quitting.

"It's really for his health, you just let him quit." Song Mian refused to admit that he was a little jealous.

Because of his steady voice, Yun Xiangxiang didn't hear it for a while, but continued: "How can it be so easy? He has been smoking for more than 20 years."

"Tell Song Qian, which is more important, wife or cigarette addiction, and let him choose." Song Mian suggested.

Yun Xiangxiang didn't realize at all that Song Mian was intentionally torturing He Wei and waiting to see the good show. Instead, he felt that Song Mian cared about He Wei because of Song Qian's relationship.

Nodding his head, he felt that smoking was really harmful to his health. In the future, He Wei would also need children, so quitting smoking as soon as possible was the right thing to do.

While the two were talking, a desperate cry finally came from the neighbor who had been ignored by them: "I said, I said, you let me go, woo woo woo..."

Such a tall and strong person was tortured to the point of crying, the suffering was unimaginable.

Song Mian didn't seem to hear it, he was still talking and laughing with Yun Xiangxiang, talking about some interesting things about the countryside he had been to.

Over there, Song Yao personally took the small video camera and began to record the other party's confession.

He was a little hesitant at first, but later on he was more and more fluent.

Although he is not Tang Zhiyu's most trusted confidant, but he is also the number one person in the ranking and knows a lot.