Chapter 20 Interrogation
“Yang Judi is so elegant.”
Jiang Shaohua twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly.
Yang Zheng's face turned red, and he had to bow down to apologize: "I have been busy with errands all day, and I drank too much for a moment. I am really ashamed."
In fact, drinking in the prison room is not a big deal. Chen Zhuo and Feng Wenming also often have a drink after finishing their errands! In the past, the prince often invited them to drink together, and Jiang Shaohua was still holding a glass and pouring wine. Yang Zheng doesn't have that much dignity.
Jiang Shaohua was going to find fault with him, but he caught him tonight, so there was no reason to let him go.
Jiang Shaohua put aside Yang Zheng, who was bowing to plead guilty, and called the two deputy judges over: "I want to use the torture chamber to interrogate people."
The two deputy judges hurriedly accepted the order. . One went to arrange the torture chamber, and the other stayed with Jiang Shaohua.
After Jiang Shaohua left, Yang Zhengcai stood up. His handsome face had turned the color of pig liver, and his body was trembling.
I don’t know if I’m angry or ashamed.
It was rare for the police officers to see such excitement, so they poked their heads around and snickered secretly.
"What are you looking at here?" Yang Zheng became angry: "Have you finished the errands? Don't even think about sleeping tonight if you haven't finished them yet!"
The agents immediately dispersed.
Yang Zheng took a deep breath alone outside the detention room, repeating in his mind, "Don't be angry with a ten-year-old yellow-haired girl." After reciting it thirty times, I finally managed to suppress it. Then walk to the torture chamber.
There are six torture chambers used for interrogation, exactly in a row.
The torture chambers were all empty at night, so Jiang Shaohua chose the innermost one. This one is the cleanest and the quietest.
Yinzhu reported softly: "Princess, Judge Yang is here. Please help the Princess in interrogating."
The Yang family has been in the Ministry of Punishment for generations, and they are experts in using torture to interrogate. Yang Zheng also has some real abilities.
Jiang Shaohua didn't even move his eyebrows: "Tell Mr. Yang that the two deputy judges here are enough. Please go back and have a rest!"
The two deputy judges are here. They looked at each other quietly.
Yin Zhu went out in response and learned the princess's words word for word.
Yang Zheng was so angry that his nose was about to smoke, he responded stiffly, turned around and left.
Yinzhu was not happy and chased him a few steps: "Mr. Yang, what do you mean? Could it be that you are dissatisfied with the princess?"
That's all for the princess. Even a maid dared to glare at him!
Yang Zheng turned his head suddenly.
Yinzhu is thirteen years old this year and already has the stature of a girl. She looks at Yang Shenxuan with her pretty face. He was fierce and did not miss a point: "Let's go to the princess to review the situation."
Yang Zheng turned back expressionlessly and strode away... He just ran away!
Yinzhu pouted at his back.
A tall young guard came with a stinking face, carrying a small boy in his hand.
Yinzhu looked at him curiously: "Brother Meng, is this the boy of unknown origin? He is quite handsome."
It's just that the hair is extremely short, which is a bit weird.
Meng Sanbao's biological mother and Yinzhu's biological mother were both maids of the late Princess Nanyang, and they had known each other since childhood.
Meng Sanbao hummed, not daring to delay, strode into the execution room, and threw the young boy to the ground: "Princess, the young general has brought here."
Jiang Shaohua Lue Nod.
Meng Sanbao stepped back respectfully. When we got outside the door, we quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
...
The little boy got up in embarrassment.
This room is not big, but it smells of coldness and blood. Various styles of torture instruments were hung on the wall, such as whips with barbs, blood-stained hooks, and sharp nails...
The young boy did not dare to look further and tried his best to keep his trembling legs steady. , racking his brains to think of ways to survive.
"What's your name?" The princess, sitting on the chair, asked leisurely.
The young boy wanted to answer, but he opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out. He pointed anxiously at his throat.
Deputy Judge Pan Changqing squinted his eyes and sneered: "Princess, this guy is just pretending. Please interrogate Rong Chen alone for a while. Make sure he will tell you everything honestly."
The other He Not to be outdone, the deputy judges scrambled to make meritorious deeds in front of the princess.
Jiang Shaohua glanced at the desperate young boy and smiled at the two deputy judges: "I will interrogate you alone first. If nothing comes out of the interrogation, I will trouble you to take action."
The two deputy judges bowed out respectfully.
The door opened and closed.
There were only two people left in the execution room.
Jiang Shaohua still sat upright, his eyes fixed on the pale young boy: "There is no one else but me and you. If you have any difficulties that you cannot tell others, tell them now!" "
"I only give you this chance. If you can't convince me, you don't have to see the sun tomorrow."
This is not a threat.
This is a fact.
In Nanyang County, if the conflict offended her, the head of Nanyang County, there would be only one outcome. The young boy has a strange origin, and it is not unjust to be regarded as an assassin.
The little boy's heart trembled, and his eyes searched eagerly. Jiang Shaohua understood and said calmly: "You can't speak, but you can write?"
The young boy nodded crazily.
There was indeed paper and pen in the torture chamber.
Jiang Shaohua gestured to the table in the corner with his eyes. The little boy took a deep breath, walked over, and found a pile of paper and charcoal from the table.
He quickly laid out the paper, held the charcoal pen and started writing quickly.
"What are you writing about?" The princess's voice suddenly sounded in my ears.
The young boy’s hands trembled as he concentrated on it. When did she come here? Why is there no movement at all?
Jiang Shaohua looked at the strange handwriting on the paper: "Every word you wrote is very strange, with many strokes missing. I can barely guess what the words are, but I don't recognize most of them."
"What on earth are you writing?"
The young boy was so desperate that he almost wanted to cry.
I can’t speak with my voice, and the other person doesn’t recognize me when I write... Wait!
The little boy took out another piece of paper and moved the charcoal quickly. In less than a moment, a simple picture appeared.
There are only a few strokes in the painting, but it is extremely expressive. A tall young man is climbing a mountain.
In the next picture, the fence on the mountain road is broken and the young man falls from the mountain.
Jiang Shaohua took one look at the painting, then looked at the boy's small arms and legs: "Did you fall from the mountain? There are no mountains ten miles away from the official road. Also, the painting is an adult man, look. He doesn't look more than ten years old."
The young man's face was blank and his eyes dimmed. He held the charcoal tightly, pursed his lips, and lowered his head to draw a few strokes.
The sky, the strong wind, the lightning, the scorched black figure struck by lightning.
So this is...
"Are you making a poisonous oath? If you tell a lie, you will be struck by lightning?" Jiang Shaohua speculated somewhat amusingly.
The young boy nodded vigorously, but felt depressed in his heart.
These words never sound true. How come a good grown man suddenly turns into a boy?
Jiang Shaohua suppressed his smile and silently looked at the young boy in front of him.
In this world, I am afraid she is the only one who would believe such ridiculous words.
After all, she was young again yesterday.
(End of this chapter)