Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 183 A Thousand Cuts, Three Thousand Cuts!
"Drag it out."

Cao Weida breathed out at the muzzle of the gun and put it away again.

After the body was dragged out, Cao Wei Da said calmly, "Bring in another person."

The interrogators exchanged glances. Well, this guy hasn't been abused enough yet.

Then what are you waiting for? Let's continue!

Before the traffickers could even be interrogated, the sight of the blood-soaked ground and the various instruments of torture made their legs go weak.

If it weren't for the two patrol officers supporting him, he would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

Cao Wei pointed his chin to a cage not far away, "Take off his clothes and put him in there."

The trafficker turned his head and was terrified. He struggled and screamed, "No! No! Master Cao, you can't do this to me! I'm a member of the Green Dragon Society! If you treat me like this, Master Jiang will not let you off!"

"Oh? Master Jiang, that's quite the name. I'm terrified." Cao Weida leaned back in his chair with a forced smile, too lazy to even answer him. The so-called Master Jiang he spoke of had already become his prisoner!

"Hurry up, I'm in a rush."

The smell here is awful, a mixture of sweat, the stench of incontinence from being beaten, blood, sewage, and various torture materials—it's a real test of one's sense of smell.

Even if the smell of smoke can be masked somewhat, it is difficult to completely cover it up.

All he wants now is to finish the work as soon as possible so he can go out and take a nice hot shower.

"No, no!"

The human traffickers struggled desperately, but how could they possibly break free?

In the end, they were forcibly stripped naked and stuffed into a cage.

This cage isn't just any wooden cage; it's an iron cage.

The cage is round and only one meter high, with sharp spikes welded on all four sides, including underfoot.

Once a person is placed inside, they can't stand up or squat down; they can only sit there in a half-squatting position, which is extremely painful.

If you move even slightly, the sharp spikes from all directions will pierce your skin.

The sharp tips have tiny barbs; if they pierce the skin and are pulled out, they will inevitably bring out strands of flesh and blood.

"I won't go in! I won't go in!!"

The traffickers were terrified, but ultimately could not escape the fate of being forcibly stuffed inside.

As soon as they entered, screams of agony began.

This torture device is designed to break a person's willpower. Even without moving the cage, if the time spent inside is too long, the person who is locked up and dares not move will be driven to mental collapse.

But Cao Wei Da didn't have time to waste on him, and directly gave the order:
"Someone, shake it!"

"No! No!! Ah~~"

The screams were particularly loud in the closed interrogation room. In just a short time, several cuts were stabbed into the human trafficker's body, and blood flowed out like a fountain, dripping down his skin and onto the ground, adding a splash of color to the black and smelly ground below the iron cage.

Just as Cao Wei Da changed to another instrument of torture and continued to torture him, Xiao Erduo walked in with a man in his thirties.

Seeing the human traffickers tortured beyond recognition, I felt no pity whatsoever; only two words came to mind: They deserved it!

"Brother Cao, the person has been brought back."

"Oh? You found it so quickly?" Cao Weida was somewhat surprised. Since the Qing Dynasty was overthrown, the Ten Cruelest Tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty had disappeared in name only.

Thirty-two years have passed since then, and he thought it would take a lot of effort to find the executioner's successor.

Unexpectedly, it was found in less than two hours.

What surprised him even more was that the executioner in front of him looked far too young.

It's not that he was young; he was still considerably older than Cao Wei.

The key point is that 32 years have passed. Even if the executioner is found, he should be an old man, not someone in his thirties.
At that time, this person was probably just born, right?
Are you sure it's not a scam?

But that doesn't make sense either. What kind of conman pretends to be an executioner?
The executioner had an honest face; if you saw him from the outside, your first impression would be that he was a kind and honest man.

He cupped his hands in greeting and said with a smile, "You must be Master Cao. May Master Cao be blessed. I am Liu Zhan, a family executioner who has been passed down for twelve generations. I have come to greet you, Master Cao."

"Yes, Liu Zhan, right? Have a seat." Cao Weida took out a cigarette and offered it to him. "Want a smoke?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Cao." Liu Zhan accepted the cigarette with a fawning smile, took out a match to light one for Cao Weida first, and then lit one for himself. His manner clearly indicated he was a seasoned smoker.

“My father never forbade me to smoke when I was little. He said that for people in our line of work, smoking can relieve nausea, especially for beginners.” Upon hearing this, Cao Weida’s lips twitched. Well, as expected of a family executioner passed down for twelve generations.
"Your father was a wise man. By the way, where is your father?"

"In response to your question, Master Cao, my father died of tuberculosis caused by smoking last year."

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Cao Wei Da was speechless. He looked at the eye in his hand and felt an urge to throw it away.

Damn it, your father died of tuberculosis from smoking, and you're still smoking so enthusiastically.
"Ahem... Your family really does have a well-established tradition. Um, Liu Zhan, have you ever had any experience practicing your family's traditional crafts before?"

Liu Zhan looked regretful. "To be honest, Master Cao, ever since the fall of the Qing Dynasty, the profession of executioner has been abolished. Now they prefer to take people to the execution ground and shoot them."

"My father was fortunate enough to have practiced it twice. As for me, I have lived for thirty-five years but never had the chance, which is a real pity."

The surrounding patrol officers' faces twitched violently. Good heavens, you look so honest and unassuming, but it turns out you're a living devil!
You're really something to regret not having tried it yourself!

Cao Wei Da was somewhat amused and exasperated. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Since everyone knows that executioners have been abolished, why did your father still want you to learn this craft? And why do you want to learn this craft?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhan suddenly looked up, his eyes shining: "Of course, it's to pass on this skill! I firmly believe that there are many evil people in this world, and many who deserve to die a hundred deaths!"

"How regrettable that those heinous criminals had their lives ended by a single bullet!"

"Our family's craft will come in handy someday! Only by passing it down and putting it to practical use can we better deter those scoundrels!"

Cao Wei Da's teeth ached from listening to this. My goodness, what kind of spirit is this!

It's simply breathtaking!
Liu Zhan suddenly turned his gaze to Cao Weida, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light. "Now, I've finally got my chance! I knew this skill would definitely come in handy! Someone will always recognize its value!"

Okay, okay, you've praised me so much, what else can I say?
In Cao Wei Da's mind, he did indeed agree with this view.

Although in later generations, such punishment was considered extremely inhumane.

However, Cao Wei Da still felt that such inhumanity was necessary.

After all, what does it matter how inhumane it is? It's not like such punishments are meant for humans!
It's for animals!

"Alright, then you'll have to work hard from now on. We have more than a dozen animals here waiting to experience your skills. You'll have plenty of opportunities to practice your family's traditional craftsmanship."

"Bring him up here."

The next moment, a person covered in wounds and who had collapsed was carried over.

Cao Weida couldn't help but cover his nose. This human trafficker had been tortured beyond human limits and was already soiled with excrement and urine. The smell was truly nauseating.

He covered his nose and said, "Liu Zhan, the rest is up to you. This man is a child trafficker who caused the deaths of five children and left eight others with lifelong disabilities. His crimes are unforgivable!"

"Alright, Master Cao, I will definitely not let you down! The thing I hate most in my life is human traffickers!" Seeing the human traffickers in such a miserable state, Liu Zhan not only showed no fear or cowardice, but his eyes were filled with excitement, as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

With an excited heart and trembling hands, I opened a wooden box that I was carrying with me.

As the box was opened, its contents came into view.

Inside, there were several knives, each with a different style, and he enthusiastically introduced them:
"Master Cao, let me introduce you."

He picked up a small knife about three or four inches long: "This is called a fine-bladed curved knife, also known as a 'mining knife,' and it is the most commonly used main knife."

"The blade is as thin as paper, the body is 3.5 inches long, and the curve is gentle. It is specially designed to cut the surface of the flesh and can accurately cut pieces of flesh the size of a fingernail, avoiding damage to deep blood vessels and muscles with one cut. It is the key tool for controlling the number of cuts in the torture of being cut into a thousand pieces!"

"Take a look at this one!" He picked up a short knife about an inch wide: "This is a wide-bladed short knife, also known as a cleaver. The blade is about an inch wide and the back of the blade is thick. It is mainly used to cut deeper muscles and fascia, such as the muscle groups in the arms and thighs."

"You need to be careful when making the incision. You must not sever the major blood vessels in your leg, otherwise you won't be able to withstand 3000 incisions!"

The punishment of being sliced ​​into a thousand pieces is said to be so severe that one can survive three thousand cuts.

That is to say, a person must be alive until the 3000th cut, and can only die on the exact 3000th cut.

It's really impossible for anyone who isn't a professional to do this; it requires precise control, coordination of various knives, specialized medications, and professional techniques.

"Hiccup~~"

The human trafficker, who was being pressed down, trembled so badly that his eyes rolled back and he fainted from fright.

Cao Wei Da understood this quite well. Let alone the person to be executed, even he himself felt a chill run down his spine just from hearing about it.

He truly hated human traffickers to the core and genuinely wanted to tear them to pieces, but thinking about it was one thing, and being described in such detail by someone was quite another.

And
Seeing Liu Zhan pick up another small knife and eagerly prepare to continue his introduction, he felt strangely excited. "Damn it, you get excited just from doing it?"

As expected of a 12th generation lineage! The punishment of being torn to pieces is etched into the genes of your ancestors, isn't it?
(End of this chapter)