"Speak! What is Zeng Guangzhao's relationship with the Communist Party?"
Yi Mu's face was splashed with water mixed with chili powder, which made the wounds on his face burn painfully.
He didn't know how long he stayed in that interrogation room.
However, judging from the smell of food on the people who came back in after leaving, it must be the second day now.
His hands were handcuffed to a long iron bar, and his feet could not touch the ground.
Only by standing on tiptoe can I maintain my balance and prevent the dozen or so wounds on my body from reopening just as they begin to heal.
He was only wearing a white shirt under his military uniform.
His shirt was torn to shreds from the whipping, and his exposed skin was covered in open wounds.
The sheep was severely dehydrated; its beautiful lips were peeling and its face was completely pale.
He'd been listening to this question all night.
Every time I answered "I don't know," I would be whipped with a barbed whip.
Imu probably knew whose people these people were.
Zeng Guangzhao exposed the warlords who kept private armies last time, and those people must hate him so much they want to tear him apart.
However, they couldn't take action against Zeng Guangzhao, so they could only turn to him, an advisor with no power or influence.
That's despicable.
Yi Mu slowly raised his head, stared at the burly interrogator in front of him, gave a smile, and repeated, "I don't know."
The interrogator interrogated him all night, but eventually ran out of patience and gave him a severe beating.
After having breakfast, I came in feeling calmer.
The interrogator waved his hand, signaling for someone to put Emu down.
As soon as his toes touched the ground, Yi Mu groaned; it hurt too much.
His feet swelled up from being held vertically for dozens of hours.
Unfortunately, I was still wearing leather shoes, and as soon as I landed, the numbness disappeared, and pain followed.
The interrogator went outside, and two men grabbed Emu by the arms and dragged him for a while before stopping in front of a room.
The interrogator took out his key, opened the door, and went inside.
In Yi Mu's eyes, the room was snow-white, clean, and empty, with only a chair in the middle and many wires around it.
The interrogator wore a sinister smile as he watched Yi Mu being placed on a chair. He leaned close to Yi Mu's ear and whispered, "Do you know what this is?"
With his hands and feet strapped to posts, Yi Mu gave the interrogator a smile: "Electric chair? I thought we'd had these things for ages."
The interrogator looked surprised, took out a remote control from his pocket, stepped back, and pressed it in front of him.
Emu was convulsing in the chair. After about a minute, the interrogator turned off the remote.
"Tell me, what is Zeng Guangzhao's relationship with the Communist Party?"
Yi Mu sat in the chair, his body twitching occasionally. He kept his head down and didn't speak.
The interrogator chuckled, "Why are you doing this? What are you being so stubborn about? You're sitting in the electric chair here, and Commander Zeng hasn't even gotten out of his quilt yet."
Upon hearing this, Yi Mu looked up and rolled her eyes at him: "What do you mean?"
The interrogator snapped his fingers, and his men brought in a chair.
He dragged the chair in front of Yimu, sat down, and crossed his legs.
The interrogator recounted, as if telling a story, the events of the previous night when Commander Gu Cheng invited Zeng Guangzhao.
Gu Cheng was involved in the interrogation and forced confession of Yi Mu.
Yi Mu didn't want to hear that. "Is Zeng Guangzhao safe now?"
The interrogator was stunned for a moment, then clutched his stomach and laughed as if he had heard a big joke.
"I say, Staff Officer Yi, someone as smart as you, how could you be so foolish as to insist on liking men?"
"Don't you know that men are all heartless? You'd rather have a delicate and beautiful woman than be with a teacher's daughter? You're really funny!"
Yi Mu remained expressionless, lost in thought.
The subordinate came in and whispered something in the interrogator's ear.
The interrogator's smile widened, and he said, "Quickly, invite Miss Gu in; this is going to be quite a show."
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