Author's Notes:
Minor violence in this chapter. Oh, and someone dies. I bet you can't guess who.
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The trio walks into the interrogation part of the prison, flanked by their elite ghosts. The room, well cave, isn't small but it isn't large either. It is just big enough to fit two of the interchanging interrogation tables with barely enough room for them. The elites are left to guard the doorway. This room is for questioning two prisoners at the same time, a technique that Wen Ke Xing shares with Zhou Zi Shu—the power of fear.
The young servant girl is strapped to one of the boards, currently aligned vertically. She has restraints pinning her feet, wrists, neck and waist. She will not be able to move an inch whilst they do whatever it is that they are going to do to her. Opposite her is an identical interrogation board, also angled vertically, with a blond man strapped to it.
"Shanyuan."
"Guzhu."
Zhou Zi Shu walks up next to him, maybe enjoying this a little bit too much, "What? No Xing-Xing this time?" Not expecting an answer from the man that knows that he is about to die, Zhou Zi Shu takes off his gloves to expose the tattoos. He then walks over to the maid and looks in her palms. No tattoos.
He looks at the young girl who has cried so much, her nose and eyes are red, "What is your name?"
The girl is still crying, so scared she is almost unable to even answer, "Ba—Baihe." (1)
"Baihe, do you know why you are here?"
"No, th-they wouldn't tell me."
"You are here because you delivered a letter a few days ago from this man," Zhou Zi Shu points towards Shanyuan, "to someone called Hongtao Huanghou, do you know who she is?"
"N-No, I-I have never heard of her. I am just a maid, p-please, I know n-nothing."
"My dear Baihe, a clear conscience never fears midnight knocking." (2)
Ah-Xiang is standing next to Wen Ke Xing and they both watch Zhou Zi Shu walk back towards Shanyuan. His entire body language has changed. His posture is straighter and he somehow looks taller. His shoulders are pulled slightly back and his chin is angled in a subtle way that makes him look approachable yet frightening at the same time.
Not sure what to make of the fact that it is Zhou Zi Shu that is doing the interrogation, Ah-Xiang furrows her brows, "Zhuren, what is up with him? Why is he the one questioning?"
Wen Ke Xing just smiles, "Ah-Xiang, isn't he marvelous? You are in for a treat watching this."
A shiver runs up her spine. "Sure... marvelous."
They both watch Zhou Zi Shu pull out a knife from his sleeve and flip it up into the air. At the same time, he spins the table horizontally and it locks into place just in time for him to catch the knife and stab it right into Shanyuan's shoulder. Shanyuan refuses to scream and holds back any reaction, except for his eyes watering.
"You and I are probably beyond doing this the easy way, right? Shanyuan? Don't you know that when on a tiger's back, it is hard to dismount? (3) Is she really that pretty? Tell me, what does she look like?"
Shanyuan blinks away the tears and almost snarls, "I will never."
Zhou Zi Shu raises one eyebrow, his smile twisting on the same side, "So~ she's ugly?"
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