A female coroner arrived at the Jingzhao Prefecture.

Chapter 54 Focus on the heart
"Drag away!"

Liu Heng spat, his eyes filled with disgust.

Two constables stepped forward, untied Xie Da, put him in shackles, and escorted him to the North Prison.

Throughout the entire ordeal, despite being called a trial, not a single word was asked; it was merely a staged drama of severe torture leading to death.

Xie Da didn't want to leave. He knew that after he was transferred to another prison, the remaining three people would inevitably fall into the hands of the government. However, his mouth was gagged, so he couldn't offer any warnings and could only watch helplessly as he was dragged out of the South Prison, leaving his fate to chance.

Even if he is released in the future, he will have no grounds to sue the Jingzhao Prefecture for torture and forced confession, because they never beat him and he has no marks of torture on his body.

Next, following the same procedure, Constable Luo led his men back to cell number five, pointed at the short, fat man, and announced expressionlessly, "Your turn. Come out for questioning!"

The short, fat man's expression was no longer as composed as before; it had become somewhat cracked. In the face of death, even the most hardened person will eventually feel fear. There are those who are fearless in the face of death, but they are few and far between; most are just ordinary people.

The order in which they were interrogated was deliberately arranged by Mu Qingcheng based on their personality traits and willpower as revealed in their reactions during the conversation. From strongest to weakest, those who were currently in control were eliminated one by one; the weakest among them would inevitably suffer a complete mental breakdown, making them easy to manipulate.

"Xie Da..." Sanhu's eyes were bloodshot, his face pale as if it had lost all color, and he seemed to have used a great deal of strength to ask the question that was on his mind, "Is he already dead?"

Shuanzi dug his fingers into the wall, his nails covered in blood, yet he seemed oblivious to the pain. His shoulders trembled so violently he appeared on the verge of fainting. Constable Luo scoffed, "Do you think the Jingzhao Prefecture prison is a place you can just walk in and out of as you please? Everyone who comes in gets skinned alive! Of course, if you cooperate well during interrogation, you don't necessarily have to suffer. But if you don't cooperate and can't endure it, losing your life is your own fault."

After speaking, he stopped arguing and ordered his men to drag the short, fat man into the interrogation room.

The same scene played out again, but the short, fat man was not as clever as Xie Da. He couldn't see Liu Heng's intentions and just stared blankly at them acting, thinking to himself, "When it comes to me, am I really going to be beheaded?" But he would rather die under the whip, at least he could have a whole corpse.

The short, fat man's eyes remained dazed even as he was dragged away, but as soon as he left the South Prison, tears streamed down his face as he sobbed, "Can't you not be beheaded? Arsenic, poison, hanging—anything is fine, just don't behead me..."

Unfortunately, the escorting constables couldn't hear him clearly, and no one paid him any attention.

The third person notified to stand trial was Sanhu, a teenager whose face was full of youthful innocence. Officer Luo no longer needed to put any psychological pressure on him with words; he simply sighed, "Well, another one down!"

Shuanzi and Sanhu burst into tears almost simultaneously, hugging each other tightly as they said their final goodbyes.

After Sanhu was taken away, Shuanzi searched everywhere for stones or things that could be carved, hoping to leave a few words on the wall as his last words. He used all the money he had on him to ask the constable to convey his last words to his parents. However, in order to prevent prisoners from committing suicide, the cell was searched clean and nothing was found. Finally, he looked at his bleeding fingers and wrote a blood letter: "Your son is unfilial. I am sorry to my parents and my wife!"

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