The yamen runner pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized something. He immediately asked again:
"Okay, then let me ask you, who was it that came to the prison that day?"
Clerk: ???
Eunuch: ???
"No..." The eunuch's face turned pale as he reminded, "What does the person who came to the Heavenly Prison look like?"
"Oh, yes." The bailiff frowned and said, "What do the people who come to the Heavenly Prison look like?"
The clerk breathed a sigh of relief, this time he finally got to the point.
"It seems to be a young man and a big man. They look like a master and servant."
"You're talking fucking bullshit!"
"You think I don't know?"
The yamen runner suddenly shouted loudly, followed by a series of firecracker-like whip sounds, and the scene was shocking.
"No, no, sir, please stop hitting me!" the clerk shouted frantically.
The eunuch beside him took a deep breath, rubbed his face, and tried hard to suppress the urge to curse.
Another violent beating.
"Go on!" The bailiff stopped.
The clerk continued with a hesitant and trembling tone:
"That burly man was tall and big, like a small mountain, and he spoke in a deep, muffled voice."
After saying this, he stared at the bailiff with lingering fear, fearing that the other party would suddenly go crazy and beat him again.
It's fucking horrible.
He always asks you if you want to tell him something, and if you say no, he starts beating you without giving you a chance to speak.
Who can stand this?
What a pervert, maybe it's SM?
That's so abstract!
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