Abandoned by the best children? I just take out the space

Chapter 1915 New Strategy

But the punishment was not over yet. The hammer fell on Zhaman's hand bones again and again. He was sweating profusely and his whole body felt like it had been soaked in water. Until the last finger was broken, Zhaman could no longer make any sound.

Amir stood up and looked down at him.

"Zhaman, tell me, who killed your brother?"

The whole prison was silent, and only the faint breathing could be heard. He still didn't answer. Amir lost his patience and frowned: "Cut his tendons for me."

The guards obeyed the order and screams were heard again in the prison.

"Ahhh!"

Zhaman was trembling all over, his eyes were filled with blood red, staring at Amir, he roared: "Amir, you can use whatever means you want, I am not afraid of you at all."

"Oh, let's see how long you can keep your mouth shut."

Amir looked worried and asked someone to bring pepper water, which he poured little by little on Zhaman's wound. A heart-wrenching scream instantly resounded throughout the cell. Zhaman's eyes rolled back and he seemed like he was going to faint in the next second.

But the pain from his wound prevented him from fainting.

Even the guards standing by felt sorry for the torture and turned their heads away secretly.

Not long after, the miserable screams in the cell disappeared. Amir looked at Zaman who had fainted, a trace of annoyance flashed in her eyes. She wanted to wake him up and continue the interrogation, but was stopped by the guards.

"Sir Amir, he has reached his limit today. If we continue the trial, I'm afraid he will die..."

Zaman’s life is not important, but the secret he knows is important enough. Amir also knows that he cannot be allowed to die now. She stared at Zaman for a long time before she snorted coldly.

"Keep him alive, don't let him die."

"Yes, my lord."

Amir left the cell and returned to the villa. When Chen Changli and Wan Shufang saw her come back, they asked about the interrogation. Amir's face looked even worse and he shook his head at Wan Shufang.

"Don't mention it." She poured a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp. "He didn't say a word except to mock me."

Amir's words made Wan Shufang fall silent. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of a brilliant plan. She looked at Amir with a smile and said, "I have a plan. Are you interested?"

"Nonsense, of course I'm interested, just tell me." Amir said anxiously, and even wanted to pull Wan Shufang's hand, but was blocked by Chen Changli.

She put down her hands awkwardly, sat on the stool, and stared at Wan Shufang without blinking. Chen Changli also looked over.

Seeing that both of them looked curious, Wan Shufang chuckled and said, "Amir, bring me a portrait of Bayer."

"What do you want your brother's portrait for?" Amir looked puzzled, but he immediately called a substitute maid to go to the study to get the portrait.

The moment Chen Changli heard that Wan Shufang wanted a portrait, he guessed what she wanted to do, and he understood and calmed down. Soon, Wan Shufang got Bayer's portrait.

"Well, it's not difficult, Amir, have someone prepare it for me now..." Wan Shufang whispered a few words in her ear, and Amir's eyes widened instantly.

"You want to make a human skin mask?"

Wan Shufang nodded: "That's right, since you are not afraid of the pain in your body, then attack your heart."

After hearing this, Ami suddenly realized and felt that it made sense. She hurriedly asked someone to make arrangements. After everything was prepared, Wan Shufang closed the door and entered the space with those things.

Outside the door, Amir was waiting anxiously. Compared with her anxiety, Chen Changli seemed much calmer.

Time passed minute by minute. About half an incense stick later, Wan Shufang walked out of the room with the finished character mask and handed it to Amir.

"Amir, find someone with a similar build to Bayer and take him with you. Show up in front of Zhaman in the middle of the night and ask him why he is so cruel. Break through his defenses little by little."

"As for you, go and interrogate him during the day, day and night. Spend more time on him. Under the double torture, you won't be afraid that he won't tell you."

Hearing this, Amir's originally calm eyes began to ripple. He was extremely excited. He took the human skin mask and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

"I'll go now!"

Looking at her disappearing back, Wan Shufang gave a helpless smile.

"Shufang, it's getting late. You should rest." Chen Changli held Wan Shufang's hand and looked at the dark circles around her eyes with heartache.

She hasn't had a peaceful sleep for a long time due to the constant running around these days.

Chen Changli's words seemed to have some kind of magic. Wan Shufang yawned and actually felt a little sleepy. She held Chen Changli's hand and pulled him into the house.

Late at night, in prison.

The originally damp and smelly cell now smelled extremely bloody and filled with the scent of pepper spray. He was awakened by the pain from the wounds on his body and slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw the person standing in front of him, his eyes widened instantly. He no longer cared about the pain in his body, and his face was full of disbelief: "Bai... Baier, how is this possible, how could you be here?"

"Am I...am I dead?" Zhaman struggled. The pain made him realize that he was not dead, and the person in front of him did not disappear but was still standing.

He even stretched out his hand and pressed hard on those horrible wounds.

Bayer curled his lips and smiled: "Zhaman, I didn't expect that you would end up like this. Back then, in order to protect your secret, you killed more than 300 people including me!"

"After all these years, has your conscience ever bothered you?" Bayer's eyes were red with bloodshot and every word he spoke was full of tears as he questioned Zhaman, but Zhaman could only shake his head and mutter that this was impossible.

As if he was tired of hearing this, Bayer let go of his hand, rubbed the blood on his hand on his clothes, and said calmly: "Why is it impossible?"

Bayer walked slowly beside Zhaman, speaking in a slow tone, and every word he said was like a magic sound, piercing deeply into his ears.

“Your plan was indeed foolproof at the beginning, and it did kill many people, but I was lucky enough to survive thanks to their selfless protection. I endured humiliation and lived a life like a ghost for so many years, just to see you get your retribution.” Bailton paused, looking at him with a mocking look.

As if she was satisfied with his miserable appearance, he nodded and the smile on her face deepened.

"Zhaman, I have been hiding for so long. I only dared to show up after I learned that you were arrested and imprisoned." Bayer approached Zhaman in an instant. His face enlarged in front of him, revealing the fear in his eyes. "Zhaman, what is your purpose in designing all this?"

Faced with the questioning, Zhaman suddenly struggled violently, and his muttering turned into roars.

"Impossible, this is impossible, get out of here, get out of here."

His eyes were bloodshot and he insisted that this was impossible. He stared at Bayer, trying to find any flaws on his face.

But the person in front of him was no different from Bayer, even their dressing habits were the same...

"This is impossible, this must be a dream. I want to sleep, and everything will be fine when I wake up." Zhaman felt more and more conflicted. He closed his eyes and didn't want to look at Bayer anymore. He didn't want to look at Bayer, but Bayer's voice kept echoing in his ears.

"Zhaman, do you think it will be okay if you don't look at me?"

"Do you still know how many people you killed?"