Chapter 30: Jin Biao Has Always Been Stubborn—i’ll Never Confess
Prison.
“Wronged! I’m wronged!”
Waves of weak cries of injustice echoed in the prison.
Experienced constables had long mastered the art of turning a deaf ear, but for Lin Fan who had just taken office, your cries of injustice meant you were unconvinced in your heart, and being unconvinced meant there was a problem.
“Quiet down, all of you be quiet, save your strength. I’m the newly appointed constable Lin Fan. As long as you’re truly wronged, I’ll reopen your cases. Whoever I don’t reopen is a damn dog.”
A flurry of operations, fierce as a tiger.
Don’t say, the effect was truly spot on.
The prison instantly fell silent.
Lin Fan, standing at the door of the interrogation room, nodded in satisfaction. He didn’t trust the Public Security Bureau much; wrongful convictions and mistaken cases were probably quite numerous.
His goal in joining the Public Security Bureau was very clear.
Progress, progress, and damn it, still progress.
To make progress, he had to handle cases.
These cases with cries of injustice were all paths to his progress.
Back in the interrogation room, Jin Biao and the others were bound to chairs, neatly lined up in order, without chaos. The interrogator was using torture, but with minimal effect.
Jin Biao and the others just kept begging for mercy, denying everything else outright.
Lin Fan looked at Yang Ming, “All the torture tools are here?”
“Yeah, Brother Lin, all the Public Security Bureau’s torture tools are here. After this full set, no ordinary common people can endure it, but this bunch are all old hands, accustomed to these, hard to pry open their mouths.” Yang Ming said gravely.
“What’s the use if ordinary common people can’t endure it? What we need now is for these extremely vicious criminals to break.” Lin Fan said helplessly.
“That’s true.”
Yang Ming thought about it; Brother Lin made sense.
Bound there, enduring blows from a wooden tube on the soles of his feet, Jin Biao acted extremely pained, but during this time, his inner heart gradually calmed, not panicking at all.
At the start, he was really panicked.
Mainly because he knew who the constable who caught him was—not an ordinary person, but the very capable Master Lin.
But now it was different. You being able to fight was your ability, but now you’re a constable. You surely can’t beat me to death in the prison, right? As long as I stay stubborn and never admit to past matters, the worst is just a caning.
He believed Fourth Master would come to save him.
Fourth Master was the most face-conscious person.
He absolutely could not allow his own subordinate to be locked up in the Public Security Bureau.
Lin Fan fetched paper and pen, sat at the broken table, and scribbled away. Yang Ming curiously stood behind watching. When he came to accompany Lin Fan in the interrogation, the squad leader had specifically instructed him.
Watch closely. If anyone comes through connections to bail someone out, wanting to use power to pressure Lin Fan, hurry and notify me. Absolutely cannot let him face this situation in his first case handling, causing his beliefs to collapse.
Yang Ming understood this too well.
Too many constables joined with ideas of justice, thinking they could do some good, but in the end all crumbled before reality.
Brush!
Lin Fan handed the drawn paper to Yang Ming, “Have someone make some according to this style.”
Yang Ming looked at the drawing, frowned, didn’t understand it, but that didn’t stop him from having someone make it according to the drawing.
Lin Fan stood up and walked to Jin Biao, “Your mouth is really stubborn.”
Jin Biao pretended to be aggrieved: “Master Lin, Lord Lin, I did wrong, but it’s not a capital offense, right? I just did some extortion, at most beat me up. But now you’re forcing me to confess past wrongs. What do I have to confess? I was a proper free citizen before.”
Free citizen?
Good, good, good.
Soon, someone delivered the torture device he wanted.
Clearly, the Public Security Bureau had no shortage of skilled craftsmen.
What he made was the Tiger Bench.
A bench with a board raised at one end, the board having a half-round groove to fix the criminal’s knees on top, then stacking bricks under the criminal’s feet.
As the bricks increased, the criminal’s legs were gradually lifted, the ligaments at the knees stretched to the limit, that kind of pain…
He didn’t know, hadn’t tried it.
It was just something he learned from watching TV dramas before, but seeing criminals tortured into howling like ghosts and wolves, confessing even what their ancestors eighteen generations did, the effect must be pretty good.
“What are you doing, what do you want to do.”
Jin Biao panicked hard. He hadn’t seen this torture device, but his survival instinct desperately warned him: danger, danger, encountered a dangerous torture device, confess truthfully as soon as possible, or you’ll suffer.
“Jin Biao, I advise you to confess truthfully, or you’ll regret it forever.” Lin Fan said.
“Lord Lin, I really have nothing to confess.”
Jin Biao remained stubborn: ask and it’s nothing, go ahead if you dare.
I, Jin Biao, was born with a hard mouth.
Lin Fan placed a brick under Jin Biao’s feet—no feeling, what’s this about—but as bricks were added one by one, when it reached the third, Jin Biao sensed something wrong.
Pain, so much pain.
Lin Fan picked up another brick, looked at Jin Biao and said: “You’d better confess now. Once I add this brick, your knees will be seriously damaged, maybe even crippled for life.”
At this moment, Jin Biao was in great pain, face pale, cold sweat streaming, his mind and will greatly impacted.
“I’m Fourth Master’s man.”
Jin Biao wailed in agony, looking at Lin Fan with eyes full of fear. He hadn’t expected the other to go all out. He had thought maybe the other was doing this to make Fourth Master send silver.
After all, he’d been through these situations: new official’s three fires, arresting you not to screw you over, but to make the people behind you understand the matter, hurry and send what should be sent.
So, that’s what he thought.
But now, looking at the situation, clearly not.
The other ruffians fixed to chairs watched in trembling fear. The torture wasn’t on them, but seeing Jin Biao in such pain had already scared them witless.
Just as Lin Fan was about to add the fourth brick.
A voice came from the prison entrance.
“Master Lin, it’s Peng Chang here, specially sent by Fourth Master Qin to deliver an invitation to Master Lin.” Peng Chang, dressed in a long robe, walked in with a full smile.
Lin Fan turned his head, looking at the other with displeasure.
Prison is a restricted area, yet outsiders come and go as they please. How much silver did you damn well take from them to treat this place like their own backyard garden.
“Invitation?” Lin Fan smiled, feigning puzzlement.
Peng Chang respectfully said: “Our Fourth Master has long admired Master Lin. Upon hearing Master Lin joined the Public Security Bureau, he specially sent an invitation to invite Master Lin to Xianwei Tower tonight.”
As he said this, he completely ignored Yang Ming.
The meaning was very clear.
Right, corrupting the newly joined Master Lin right in your face.
“Oh, a banquet, sure, no problem, I’ll be there on time.” Lin Fan also wanted to meet this Qin Si. The ones before him were at most small fry; that Qin Si was the real big fish.
Peng Chang’s smile grew wider; he hadn’t expected it to go so smoothly.
But seeing Jin Biao in agony, he curiously asked: “Master Lin, this is?”
Lin Fan smiled and said: “This guy’s called Jin Biao, extorting in the marketplace, I caught him back. Now interrogating him, making him confess his past crimes.”
“Hiss~” Peng Chang sized him up and said: “Master Lin, I don’t see this guy as some criminal sort. This extortion might be forced by circumstances. I think he’s like a free citizen.”
“Free my ass. One brick and we’ll know.”
With that, he placed the fourth brick underneath.
Seeing Fourth Master’s man arrive, Jin Biao’s hopes soared, completely unconcerned, but before he could rejoice long, it was like being struck by lightning, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.
“Confess or not? I ask you, confess or not!” Lin Fan angrily shouted.
Feeling his legs about to burst, mental will on the verge of collapse, Jin Biao cried out in pain: “I confess, I confess…”
Lin Fan removed the fourth brick, looked at the stunned Peng Chang, and smiled: “Sorry you had to see that. Interrogations are like this; not being fierce won’t do. Go tell Fourth Master Qin I’ll be there on time tonight.”
“Oh, oh.”
Peng Chang nodded in a daze.
No way, Jin Biao, what’s damn wrong with you.
Fourth Master already started working connections.
Damn it, confess what?
Isn’t it just adding a few bricks? Necessary to scream so miserably?
Outside the prison.
Peng Chang stood stunned in place, a brain storm sweeping through.
“Not right, very not right. The other clearly knows Jin Biao is Fourth Master’s man, even saw me come with Fourth Master’s invitation, yet still interrogates Jin Biao. The message here is…
Warn, right, it’s a warn.
This guy’s appetite is huge; ordinary bribery definitely won’t do.”
Thinking of this.
He hurriedly left; had to quickly inform Fourth Master.
