Chapter 177 (1/2)

After speaking, my eyes fell on the screen on the other side.

The screen shows a small room with two boys nestling in the corner and sleeping heavily. The cloaked man grinned and showed a strange smile. Before he took back his sight, he saw the boy who looked smaller suddenly sat up and looked at him coldly.

Immediately, the screen suddenly turned black and nothing could be seen.

”What's going on?” As soon as the smile on the president's face was closed, he stood up calmly.

The cloaked man, however, laughed in a low voice, with some spoiled elements in his voice: ”let them go.”

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at three o'clock in the morning, the sharp alarm sounds suddenly.

Zheng Quzhi struggled for two times and finally opened his eyes. A group of anger burning in the eyes, can not help but get up gas, almost devouring his reason.

I didn't go to bed until 10 o'clock last night. How long did I sleep?

”Brother...” There was some movement around his legs, and he sat up with Zheng Quzhi's pants. He rubbed his eyes with sleepy eyes. His voice was hoarse just after waking up, and there were some small milk sounds: ”what's the matter?”

”Fuck off, chirp!” Zheng Quzhi pushed aside two hundred and got up from the ground.

”199.” No. 196 came over again and grabbed Zheng Quzhi's coat corner nervously: ”what are we going to do?”

It's still dark around. Zheng Quzhi really doesn't know what he wants to do this morning.

”Get up! Get up quickly Someone kept beating on the door.

The people inside were like a frightened fawn. No matter how much they wanted to stay on the ground, the people who couldn't get up were sober, and they stood up timidly to welcome the new day.

No. 196 also has a tendency to lean on Zheng Quzhi. His 200 eyes gradually deepen. He approaches Zheng Quzhi quietly and stares at No. 196 coldly behind his back.

No. 196 bit his lower lip, but still didn't loosen the hem of his hand. Two hundred eyes light a cold, just to make a move, see Zheng Quzhi pull 196 arm to go out.

Again, he was stunned by the two hundred left behind. His hand was tightly clenched on his side, and his fingertips turned white.

As usual, everyone was rushed to the big square where the morning meeting was held yesterday. Zheng Quzhi stood upright with his head down, wondering. One night later, I had no headache or other problems. Even the wound on his back doesn't hurt much. Is his self-healing ability so strong?

”Children!” The dean said again, ”after the lights were turned off last night, some disobedient children made trouble! Today, we will punish them! ”

Looking at the two boys on the stage, Zheng Qu knows that his eyes are shining slightly. How can it be Yang Wanli again??

Yang Wanli today than yesterday haggard a lot, full of pale, was pressed to kneel on the ground, numb expression let a person heart.

”186 is wonderful! It's fighting again. It seems that yesterday's punishment is not enough! ” With that, he had his things brought up.

It was made of wood and hemp rope. Zheng Quzhi's pupils shrank and recognized it. It was an ancient instrument of torture - finger.

Thanks to Zheng Quzhi's performance in an ancient play, he was a yamen constable. In one scene, he tried female prisoners, so he knew about the instrument of torture.