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Chapter 64

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    This is not the first time Tang Ping has done torture work, but it is the first time he has encountered such a cowardly suspect.

    Tang Ping: "Does your newspaper have a writer named Chen Yuanke? Tell us about her?"

    Before Lu Liang was caught, he was still thinking about Chen Yuan Ke¡¯s second book to boost sales and beat his competitors. When he heard Tang Ping interrogate him, he suddenly became excited: ¡°Chen Yuan Ke¡­ is he causing trouble?¡±

    Gu Ming next door: ""

    She really wanted to observe Feng Qu's face, but the room was too dark and she could only hear his steady breathing.

    Tang Ping: "Now tell me everything about her. If you dare to lie" He glanced at the various torture instruments placed on the wall, and the threat was self-evident.

    Lu Liang was very cowardly: "Sir, I must know that I have no words to say, and I have no words to say!" He thought about it for a moment, and then began to talk: "Chen Yuanke is a woman, but I have never seen clearly what she looks like. Every time I come here,  Wearing a netted hat, a dark green cheongsam, and black gloves, her voice sounded young and soft." He couldn't help but praise his family's cash cow: "Her articles are really good. Since her articles  After it was published, the sales volume of our newspaper increased by 30%."

    Feng Qu: "" Are there so many people listening to the corner?

    In the darkness, perhaps because the anger radiating around him had substance, Gu Ming seemed to sense the coldness on his body, and involuntarily took three steps back, wanting to stay away from him.

    He casually grabbed her back, then took hold of her slender wrist and held on tightly.

    Her wrist bones were so thin that they could be broken easily. He snorted coldly, scaring her so much that she didn't dare to say a word and just stood there honestly.

    Lu Liang's voice came from the torture room next door: "We always pay in cash, and she never left an address. I guess she is a wife from a wealthy family. Maybe she has been wronged by her husband.  It is also possible that she is relatively romantic and owes a lot of romantic debts, so she writes articles to vent her anger, describing the men in the novel as both unlucky and romantic"

    The hairs on Tang Ping¡¯s back stood up and he stopped him in a cold voice: ¡°L¨¹ Liang, stop making random speculations and tell the truth!¡±

    Afraid of knowing too much, Lu Liang was killed and silenced by the young marshal after the interrogation.

    The innocent Lu Liang didn't know that he was almost close to the truth. After thinking about it, it seemed that he had nothing to explain: "Sir, Chenyuanke and I have only met a few times in total. One hand handed over the manuscript and the other hand paid, and the rest  ¡­I really don¡¯t know anything anymore.¡±

    Two sounds of "knock, knock" came from the next room. Tang Ping listened carefully, but there was no other sound. He pretended to scare Lu Liang: "About Chenyuan Guest, keep your mouth shut when you go out. If you reveal even a few words, be careful."  Your life!"

    Lu Liang was ecstatic and uttered excited words incoherently: "Sirsir, can I go out now?"

    "Um."

    "I know! I know! I didn't mention anything about Chen Yuanke after I left."

    Tang Ping stepped forward and took off his handcuffs and shackles. He changed his face and said, "Editor Lu, I'll take you out."

    Lu Liang burst into tears of gratitude: "Thank you sir! Thank you sir!"

    He stepped out of the door of the fifth torture room and followed Tang Ping through the long passage. His joyful mood made his steps flutter, as if he were stepping on clouds.  He noticed the prisoners in the cells on both sides. When he was one of them, the long period of imprisonment almost drove him crazy. But now that he was about to leave here, he actually felt lucky to escape and even forgot why he was imprisoned.  Investigate.

    Lu Liang stepped out of the gloomy prison behind him, and saw the warm spring sunshine. Under the corner of the military government prison yard were several handfuls of green and fluffy weeds, full of vitality.

    He blocked the sun with his hand and squinted his eyes to look at everything around him. When he left, he finally remembered to ask: "Sir, what did Chenyuanke do?"

    Tang Ping walked him to the door: "Shut your mouth if you want to survive!"

    Lu Liang was so frightened that he quickly shut his mouth, not daring to say any more words.  This inexplicable imprisonment has become a major unsolved mystery in his editor-in-chief career.

    Behind him, the big iron door slammed shut.

    Tang Ping was circling in the courtyard of the military government prison, attracting the gang of show-stopping boys from the guard camp to come over and ask: "Brother Tang, what's wrong with you?"

    Tang Ping thought to himself: Lu Liang is lucky. He has never seen Aunt Gu¡¯s face. He was released after a few months in prison. What about me?

    As the arraigner on this matter, he is the only person who knows the facts clearly.

    Maybe if he shows his face in front of the young marshal one more time in the future, it will easily remind him ofThe serial novel written by his aunt alluded to him, and even an unrelated person like Lu Liang guessed it.

    "Go away! Stop causing trouble here!" Tang Ping pushed Ying Chao's face away and rubbed his fingers in disgust: "If you want to wash off the oil paint, wash it clean. There are pieces here and there. Are you trying to make a fool of yourself?"

    Ying Chao: "Didn't the Young Marshal ask me to sing in an opera?"

    Although he didn¡¯t understand what the young commander was doing, Ying Chao was having a lot of fun.

    Tang Ping: "Get lost! You have a trap in your mouth. Don't mention this matter again!"

    In the dark room of the fifth torture room, Feng Qu pinched Gu Ming's small waist and lifted him in front of him, and finally began to formally interrogate his concubine.

    "Am Ming, do you want me to go to the torture room next door to handcuff you for interrogation, or do you want to explain yourself?"

    "Whatever the young marshal wants to know, I will tell you honestly!"

    Feng Qu increased the force on his hand, as if he wanted to break her waist: "The novel you wrote under the pseudonym Chen Yuan Ke, honestlydid it insinuate me?"

    Even though he couldn't see his face clearly in the darkness, Gu Ming still felt desperate: "If the young marshal thinks there is any insinuation, then just a little bit?"

    There was a smile in Feng Qu's voice: "Is it just a little bit?" But the threat was very strong.

    Gu Ming felt the suffocation of the slow knife cutting her flesh. She didn't know when she could be stabbed. There was only the sound of each other's breathing in the dark room. She closed her eyes and broke the jar: "It's all! It's all! I just wrote  I¡¯m here to insinuate you! You are clearly in love with Yin Zhenzhu, but you are still eating from the bowl and looking at the pot, talking about marriage to Yin Zhenzhu, and sleeping with me for fun at the same time. I hate men who are half-hearted! "

    The darkroom became completely quiet.

    Feng Qu remained silent, but the force on her waist continued to tighten, making Gu Ming even suspect that she was about to turn into a bumblebee that was strangled from the waist.

    She regretted it after three seconds!

    In the face of survival, integrity is nothing, right?

    Gu Ming was filled with regret: What did I say just now when I was so dizzy?  !  Don¡¯t you think you died quickly enough?  !

    She wanted to chew her tongue and swallow it.

    "Young MarshalYoung Marshal" Her gentle call sounded in the dark room.

    Feng Qu: ""

    Aunt Gu was so flexible and flexible that although her waist was almost broken by Marshal Feng, her mind quickly came to her senses. She leaned over to please her and said in a flattering voice that made her skin crawl: "¡ª¡ªOf course this  This situation only applies to ordinary men, but the young marshal is not an ordinary man! The young marshal is wise and wise, and uses soldiers like a god. What does it matter if he has more women? The bowl and the pot are all yours, young marshal!"

    She has a smart little mouth that is not inferior to that bald pen. She is the one who talks sweetly, talks nonsense, and stabs his heart with a knife. She laughs and curses as she pleases, and she only does it when the situation is not good.  Assess the situation during the meeting, be humble and act small.

    Feng Qu had never known the little girl in front of him so clearly in the darkness at this moment. With all kinds of thoughts running around in his heart, he finally asked: "Do you love me?"

    Yin Zhenzhu once asked him about this sentence in a subtle way. It was very reserved at first. After returning home, it became more and more straightforward. She also asked him with tears.

    But after Gu Ming came to him, she never asked him, not even "whether she likes it or not". On the contrary, she said a lot of sweet words herself, and all of them were poured out to him.

    He used to take it seriously, but now he knows, this girl is telling it as a joke, right?

    It was very quiet in the darkroom, and he guessed that maybe she would coax him with a bunch of sweet words, but she didn't.

    She said in an unusually calm tone: "No."

    She said: "I have never loved you."

    Feng Qu was suddenly glad that he was in the darkness at the moment, and no one had seen his almost gloomy expression and rage.

    He tried his best to control his furious emotions, like controlling a giant beast that was about to break out of its cage: "Why?"

    Gu Ming's words were hammered into his chest as clearly as nails: "Because the young marshal doesn't love me! You don't love me, you regard me as a plaything, and you don't even care about my life and death. Although I have nothing,  I have no relatives, no roof over my head, I am living under someone else¡¯s roof, and I am penniless, but" She sighed softly: "I still have self-respect. I still love myself!"

    She said: "It's so difficult to love others. You have to keep it in your heart all the time. You can't control your joys and sorrows at all. You are led by others. It is easiest to please yourself. How can I avoid the easy and the difficult?"

    Feng Qu was speechless.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)??I was speechless.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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