Dijia sat quietly in the office for five minutes, and then there was a knock on the door.
Two guards, one on the left and one on the right, held the young man's slender arms and half-dragged him to the door of the room.
The young man's prison uniform had become somewhat tattered due to whipping, and the surface of the poor quality linen material was stained with a mixture of dirt, blood, and water.
Two guards carried Baili Xin and stood helplessly at the door, not even daring to look up at the terrifying being standing high above them.
The man glanced at the pale young man with a dazed look and said, "What are you still doing outside? Bring him in."
The guards hesitantly carried the person two steps inside, and one of them boldly asked, "Sir, where is the person?"
This is the chief's office. The prisoner's clothes are so dirty that they will dirty the office no matter where they are.
The young man hummed unconsciously, and his lips looked as white as the falling snow outside the window against the blush on his cheeks.
The man just glanced at it and looked away. "Put him on the bed. Bring a brazier. Where's the doctor?"
The guard was stunned for a moment, but still respectfully placed the person on the large black bed. "The doctor has been called and should be here soon."
The sound of hurried footsteps "pat pat" sounded in the corridor. As the footsteps approached, a man in a white coat hurriedly held the door frame to steady his steps, "Sir, I'm here. Are you injured? Are you feeling unwell?"
"It's not me." The man in military uniform pointed at the only big bed in the room, "Go check on him, he's sick."
The doctor's worried expression froze, and he looked at the figure lying on the bed with some surprise.
Because of the obstruction of two guards, he could only vaguely see some details of the person on the bed. When he saw the prison uniform clearly, he couldn't help but frowned.
Prisoner
How did the prisoner end up in the officer's office
When he heard the guard asking him to go to the warden's office for medical treatment, he thought the warden was sick.
A mere prisoner is worthy of lying on the officer's bed
The doctor quickly suppressed his unhappiness, calmly walked to the bedside, and silently diagnosed the patient on the bed.
The guards had already left the office at Diga's signal. The only people left in the huge room were the man in military uniform, the doctor, and the young man lying on the bed with a dazed look in his eyes.
At this time, the temperature outside had dropped to minus ten degrees Celsius, and heavy snow fell from the sky, covering the ground.
The heavy snow brings not only the beautiful white scenery, but also extremely cold temperatures.
The guard came back and brought a hot brazier as ordered by Diga.
After the sound of footsteps and the door opening and closing, the room returned to silence again.
The man in military uniform remained sitting quietly with his legs crossed, staring at the two people on the bed with scrutiny.
The charcoal in the brazier made crackling and hissing sounds. The high temperature turned the charcoal from black to fiery red. The charcoal that was burned out and had no use anymore turned from fiery red to a pile of scattered ashes.
After a while, the doctor who was busy at the bedside slowly stood up and said, "Sir, it's nothing serious, just a cold. An injection will work immediately."
"It looks like he hasn't eaten for a while, which is why he is so weak now."
"Don't worry, sir. This prisoner is not in any danger of death. Send him back to the cell and make sure he finishes his meal. I guarantee he will be fine tomorrow."
The man in military uniform remained silent. He stood up from the sofa and walked to the bedside, staring at the young man on the bed with a knife-like gaze, his eyes wandering down from the young man's hair.
Finally, his eyes fixed on the young man's red whip wound, "Where are his whip wounds? Does he need some medicine?"
The doctor was stunned for a moment, but then he immediately replied: "You can apply medicine or not. His body has been sterilized with saline solution, so it won't get inflamed. At most, it will leave some scars. It's okay for a grown man to have some scars."
Man in military uniform: “…”
The doctor paused and continued, "Besides, I know this person. He is the thief who stole the Sun Kiss Crown, right? Such a serious crime is definitely punishable by death. Since he is dying, it doesn't matter what happens. As long as he can hold on for a breath, that's fine."
"You talk too much," the man's eyes flashed with displeasure, "Do you really think his life is worthless? The disappearance of the Sun Kiss made the queen furious. He is the only clue to the Sun Kiss. If he dies, we will all be punished. Whether it's fever-reducing medicine or scar treatment, you have to treat him well."
A chill suddenly rose up the doctor's spine, and his body suddenly stiffened. "I, I understand, sir. It's my subordinates who are stupid. I will treat his wound now."
The doctor gave the young man an injection of antipyretic medicine, then took out a pair of scissors from the tool box and pointed them at the young man's clothes.
He carefully cut the clothes around the young man's wound into pieces. After cutting a few holes, he found that there were still wounds inside the clothes. He simply used the scissors to cut the already tattered prisoner uniform into pieces, exposing the young man's upper body.
The smooth body was covered with criss-crossing red whip marks.
The ointment was squeezed out of the latex gloves and placed on the fingertips, which was then applied freely on the young man's wound.
The cold ointment stung the young man's nerves. The half-conscious young man couldn't help but groan instinctively, and the facial features on his broken face wrinkled.
Looks weak and pathetic.
The man standing beside the bed like a peak had dark and unfathomable eyes, and stared at the doctor's hand with cold eyes.
The doctor couldn't hide his nervousness as the gazes were following his fingers. He suddenly pressed hard on the young man's wound, and the young man let out a suppressed, shrill groan.
My wrist was suddenly grasped by a pair of pliers. The man in military uniform said coldly, "Leave the ointment behind and get out first."
A strong pressure suddenly came over him, and the doctor's hands shook. The metal tray placed beside the bed was accidentally knocked to the ground with a "bang", making a crisp sound.
The doctor looked up at the man above him with a pale face: "Sir, I'm sorry."
The man let go of the doctor's wrist and said, "Furious, pack your things."
The doctor shrank his neck and resigned himself to picking up the tools that had fallen to the ground. When he looked up again, he found that the man had already sat down beside the bed with the ointment in his hand, and it seemed that he was going to apply the ointment to the young man.
The doctor was startled and quickly said respectfully, "Sir, let me do it. He is a dirty prisoner. It is a great honor for him to lie on your bed. How can he be worthy of you personally applying medicine to him?"
"If I don't apply medicine to him, do you have to be so impatient and make this important prisoner's condition worse? I've said it before, he's the only clue to finding the Sun's Kiss. I don't want his life, but his well-being. I won't hand such an important prisoner over to someone like you who is not good at the job, do you understand? If you understand, leave now. I don't want to repeat the same thing a second time."
The doctor gritted his teeth and said nothing in the end. Instead, he bowed in awe and said, "Sir, I'll take my leave."
The door of the room opened and closed again. At this time, the only people left in the room were a man in black military uniform and a weak young man on the bed.
The man glanced at Baili Xin without any emotion, then took off his leather gloves after a few seconds and walked into a room at the side.
Hearing the man's footsteps leaving, the weak young man slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were clear, without any trace of the confusion and weakness from before.
The sound of splashing water came from the small room next door.
Baili Xin took advantage of the man's absence to silently look around the room.
This is a very large office. There are only two colors in the huge room, black and white. At first glance, it seems like you have entered some kind of unlucky room.
A black desk, a black office chair, a black sofa, a black cabinet, a black bed, even the quilt and pillow are black.
The whole room exudes a few words: rigid, rigorous, and lifeless.
Baili Xin's gaze fell to the window.
The black curtains were rolled up and hung on both sides, and heavy white snow was floating outside the window.
Looking outside from here, you can see a large courtyard and a high wall in the distance.
The white snow fell on the wall, and the metal wire that had not yet been buried was exposed from the snow. It stood there silently, but forcefully told others how terrifying it was.
It seems like a forgotten area.
Depressing and empty.
There are only black and white, and no other colors are available.
The splashing sound of water stopped, and the crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground was heard.
Baili Xin looked away and closed his eyes.
The sound of footsteps soon came to my ears, followed by the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other, and then a wet, soft touch fell on my body.
The touch slowly moved across his body, and Baili Xin was stunned for a moment.
Dijia was busy inside just now, and he actually soaked a towel in hot water and used it to wipe his body.
With eyes closed, we lose the ability to receive the outside world through our sight, and our other senses naturally improve as a result.
The other person's strength was very gentle, and the towel took care of every corner of her.
Especially when he reached the wound, he could feel the other party's deliberate slowing down of speed and the force of evasion.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a smile.
This is a really heartwarming gesture on this freezing cold winter day.
After wiping the upper body, the man applied the ointment to his hands and applied it to the young man again.
After applying the medicine at work, he took a quick look at the young man's legs and found that there were no injuries on his legs, so he ignored it.
When everything was done, the man covered the young man with a quilt.
As he passed by the brazier, he thought for a moment and kicked it towards the bed.
Then the man sat back on the sofa, staring at the bed with cold eyes through the quiet air, wondering what he was thinking.
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Studio.
If This Isn't Love
I took the candy out of the knife and ate it, my family.
Boss: Although my eyes say I'm not interested in you, my body is honest.
Boss: I just want to avoid being punished by the Queen, not because I feel sorry for my wife.
Grab the bamboo shoots, guys.
Who would have thought that the boss didn't say a word, didn't say a single flirty word, but I felt love from his actions. So what is the boss thinking now
I know, I know, I must be thinking, "Why is this little fairy so beautiful?", "I only saved him because of the queen's order," "I just can't let him die," "But why am I so nice to him?", "Am I in love with him?", "Yes, I am in love with him."
Even novel writers wouldn’t dare to write like this. Here, I’ll give you the pen and you write the script. I want to see the ending tomorrow.
Another contestant has been released from prison, and the other eight have already started looking for evidence, but Xin Shen is still here talking about love. Is it too late
So what if we let them circle? With God Xin’s help, we will definitely overtake them!
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When Baili Xin woke up, he smelled the fragrance of rice.
He originally just wanted to pretend to faint for a while, but under Diga's gentleness, he fell asleep unconsciously.
It was still daytime outside, but the snow outside the window had stopped at some point, leaving only a vast expanse of white.
He looked outside in confusion and saw a dining cart not far from the bed, with white hot steam coming out of the food on the cart.
On the bedside table was a neatly folded set of prison uniforms.
"woke up?"
A low, emotionless voice sounded in the room. Baili Xin looked in the direction of the voice and saw Dijia sitting on the sofa in the distance, looking at him.
He had taken off his black felt military coat at some point and his black hat was hung on the hanger. His silver hair and the white snow outside the window complemented each other, sparkling like starlight.
Baili Xin was a little dazed for a moment, staring blankly at the silent man.
The man didn't get an answer and his expression didn't change.
He stood up with his long legs on the ground. The belt and armor belt outlined the man's figure, with straight shoulders, a thin waistline, tall height and long legs. Baili Xin could not find even a single flaw in him.
The man walked up to Baili Xin and looked down at him condescendingly.
Just as Baili Xin was lost in thought, the man stretched out his hand. Baili Xin was stunned and only felt a rough touch on his forehead. Two seconds later, the man withdrew his hand: "It seems that the fever has subsided. When you wake up, put on your clothes and eat. I have something to ask you."
The expression on his face did not change from beginning to end, and he looked very businesslike.
Baili Xin came back to his senses, said "thank you", put on the clothes on the bedside table, and ate some food obediently.
While he was doing all this, the man was still sitting on the sofa where he always sat, staring at Baili Xin. His gaze was emotionless. It would be more vivid to say that he was sizing up Baili Xin than to say that he was "monitoring" him.
Time passed minute by minute, and the wall clock had gone from twelve o'clock to half past twelve.
The man was not in a hurry and just waited quietly for Baili Xin to finish eating.
It was not until Baili Xin put down his chopsticks that the man continued, "Are you full?"
Baili Xin nodded: "I'm full, thank you."
Man: "Don't thank me. It's my training to ensure the prisoner survives until I get the answer I want. Come over after you finish eating. I have something to ask you."
Seeing the young man approaching, the man in military uniform stretched out his long arm and took the information on the coffee table in his hand, "What's your name?"
"Baili Xin."
"Baili Xin?" The man read the name and opened the record book. "It says your name is 'Mr. X'. Which name is the real one?"
Priscilla: "Both are correct. My official registration is 'Mr. X', but you can call me 'Priscilla'."
Man: "Can I call you 'Balisin'? Is that another name for you?"
Baili Xin nodded: "Yes, I will only tell this name to people I trust."
The man raised his head and glanced at the young man. The young man's thick eyelashes were like two small fans, half hiding the other's bright and sincere gaze in their shadows. "You mean, I'm someone you can trust?"
"Of course." The young man smiled. "Didn't you rescue me from the prison? Otherwise, I wouldn't be standing here talking to you. The fact that you can help me like this means that you definitely believe in me, and believe that I didn't steal the Sun Kiss Crown."
The man looked at the young man in front of him thoughtfully, his sharp eyes swept across the young man's face inch by inch, and finally stared at the other person, "I think you misunderstood a little. I am not your partner, I am your judge."
"Don't try to get close to me like that. I've met many people like you. They either disguise themselves with sincerity or use false lies to try to disrupt my judgment, but they've chosen the wrong opponent."
"the same as you."
"I'm not helping you. I brought you here to treat you only because you are an important prisoner. You are still useful to me. I will not let you die easily before I get the answers I want."
"And..." The man paused, his eyes flashing coldly, "I don't like the prisoners I'm interrogating to have scars left by others. In contrast, I prefer to destroy my prisoners with my own hands and see them fall apart bit by bit from their healthiest state. That's my pleasure."
"But you are right about one thing. I do believe in you. I believe that in the next few days, you will definitely bring some different fun to my boring life." The corners of the man's lips twitched, revealing his first smile so far, but this smile was extremely cold. "I hope you can hold on a little longer and don't let me lose this happiness so soon."
The expected fear did not appear on the young man's face. Instead, he smiled and said, "Okay, if it can make your life happier, then I'm happy to cooperate with you."
Dijia's eyes turned cold, and he looked at the young man in front of him with a sharp gaze.
He tried to find flaws and forced disguises in the other person's face and eyes, but in the end he found nothing.
The young man seemed to be laughing from the bottom of his heart.
Dijia lowered his chin slightly, and his thick and long eyelashes concealed the doubt in his eyes.
What tricks is this person playing
"So now you neither admit that you are the criminal nor want to tell me the whereabouts of the Sun Kiss?" After a long time, Dijia looked up again, with his beautiful lips pursed into a line.
Baili Xin: "The criminal is someone else, but I can help you find the real murderer, just give me some time."
Dijia threw the information in his hand onto the table. "It seems there is no need to continue normal communication. Come with me."
Seeing the man in military uniform standing up, Baili Xin asked, "Where are you going?"
Dijia had already walked to the door and put on a black felt coat. He stretched out his long arm to take off his hat, turned around and walked in front of Baili Xin. The wide coat wrapped the man's whole body in a heavy black shadow. The man stood in front of Baili Xin, like a towering peak, majestic and majestic.
He looked down at him as he put on his hat, "Take you to where you need to go."
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Minutes later, Baili Xin followed Dijia into a dark room that was completely enclosed on all sides.
This room is larger than other interrogation rooms and its interior layout is also different from other interrogation rooms.
In addition to the familiar cross, there were all kinds of strange torture instruments hanging on the wall, each of which seemed to be unforgettable.
Perhaps it was Dijia's habit, there was no one else in the room except the two of them, and the guards did not follow them.
The cold metal door closed, and Baili Xin glanced at the cross and said uncertainly: "You want to tie me up? And beat me?"
The man glanced at Baili Xin and said, "Why, are you scared?"
The young man pursed his lips, a look of grievance flashing in his eyes: "What on earth will make you believe that the criminal is not me? Why can't you just listen to me?"
Emperor Ga: “…”
A big hand was placed on Baili Xin's shoulder, and the man said indifferently: "I will not punish you today. I brought you here to introduce you to the tools in this room."
The palm moved slowly along the shoulder and soon reached the young man's slender neck. The black leather glove passed across the fair and fragile neck and finally fell on the young man's delicate chin.
The man stood behind the young man, holding his chin with his hand and forcing him to look straight ahead: "Didn't I ask you to look at the metal cylinder behind the cross instead of the cross?"
Baili Xin was forced to look at the strange torture device in the corner.
It was a cylindrical device, more than one person tall, and looked like a big bell from the outside. There was an open door in the middle of the cylinder. From where he was, he could see that the inside was covered with sharp spikes.
"The name of this torture device is 'Iron Maiden'. The victim will be locked in the innermost part. When the door is closed, all the spikes will sink into the victim's body. The victim will feel a hundred times more pain inside, but usually he will not die."
"These spikes are specially processed so that they can penetrate the body surface without piercing the deadly internal organs."
"But the victims still died. Do you know how they died?"
Baili Xin blinked.
The man pinched Baili Xin's chin, bent his body slightly, and put his cold lips into Baili Xin's ear, "They watched their own blood flow in front of their eyes, and died in pain in constant despair."
The leather gloves scraped across the young man's neck, and a man's deep voice was heard in his ear. The cold air blew on Baili Xin's ears, making his ears itchy.
So close to me.
Baili Xin's heart skipped a beat and he shuddered physiologically.
Feeling the young man's fear and trembling, the man opened his chin with satisfaction, "Are you scared now? Do you want me to introduce you to some other toys? Every toy in this room gives the victim the same experience as the 'Iron Maiden'. No one can escape from these torture instruments unscathed."
He paused, looking down at the young man's somewhat pale face and watery, sparkling eyes.
After a few seconds, the man patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "Your injury has not healed yet. Today I just came to take you to say hello to them. Let's go back."
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The doctor was about to look for the chief.
After much thought, he decided to apologize to his superior and again asked to treat the prisoner himself.
No matter how he thought about it, he felt that the prisoner was not worthy of sleeping in his superior's bed. Even if he was punished by his superior this time, he would stick to his own opinion.