Wangxiang Terrace

"Ah...! Ah! Dog traitor! You must not..." The man passed out before he finished speaking, and the lack of a scream in dungeon 76 made the cells on both sides a little discordant.

Song Changan was sitting in the aisle of the dungeon, leaning on a chair with his chin resting on a hand painted with red nail polish.

A man in a black tunic suit ran over, bowed his waist and said to Song Changan,

"A Communist/Party recruited by the Director"

"Well, bring it here." The corner of Song Changan's mouth curled up.

Song Changan looked down at the man kneeling at his feet, blood was all over his body, and he wanted to crawl forward to reach Song Changan's leather shoes.Song Changan narrowed his eyes, moved his feet away, reached out to take the confession handed by his subordinate and told him gently

"Say it again word by word. If you miss a word, I want a finger from you."

The man stared as if he had heard something appalling. He raised his voice very quickly and said tremblingly, "That's not the case, that's not what I said just now. Please spare my life. I still have a wife and children at home!"

Song Changan twitched the corner of his mouth, and said aggrievedly, "I've already spared your life, oh no, it's two lives"

Song Changan paused for a moment, looked at the man's terrified expression, and then continued with satisfaction, "You are going to die sooner or later, and now you can die less, and you don't want me to take your wife and children with you. , come here to see you?"

After the man finished listening, he let out all of his strength, knelt down on the ground, and answered "I said" resignedly.

With a bang, the man's body fell down. Song Chang'an closed his eyes and turned his back and said, "Next time, don't let me know what you promised behind my back."

"Yes" the man bowed his head and agreed

Song Changan was just about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and turned his head to tell him

"Put the chair upholstered, and ask them to clean this aisle, it smells like blood." Song Changan put one hand in his pocket, pointed to the ground with the other hand, and slapped his nose , frowned and pointed to the cell on the left and said, "Don't you hear that there is something missing from the sound here?" Then he turned and left.

Seeing Song Changan leave, the man straightened up and shouted to the guards on both sides, "I didn't hear what the director said! Why don't you hurry up and clean it up!"

A man walked over and stuffed a cigarette into his hand, and asked curiously, "Brother Dali, what did Director Song mean by what he said just now? Please give me advice." He lit the cigarette while talking .

Zhang Dali looked at him with a cigarette in his mouth, "Are you new here?" The man nodded in response.

Zhang Dali also nodded, and his words were affirmative, "No wonder you don't know. Our Chief Song has never been in the torture room in the two years since he took office. The interrogator has always brought his words in, or he would have brought it up like this." Zhang Said vigorously, kicked the corpse on the ground with his feet.

"Then what did she mean by 'what's missing'?"

Zhang Dali trembled as he thought of something disgusting, he didn't say any more, he stubbed out the cigarette butt and left.