Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

As long as the result is good, even if the process is cruel and unscrupulous, what does it matter?

He only looks at results and only wants results.

"But..." Qi Lin, who was still only in his teens, looked at the prisoner's miserable appearance. In the end, he couldn't bear to look directly at him and turned his head.

"Uncle, I feel like vomiting. Let's go out."

The rotting meat, the squirming worms in the flesh, and the still alive and trembling body...

He just couldn't stand it anymore.

It was too cruel. At a young age and having never killed anyone, he could not fully accept this.

Even if he knew that this was the truth, he still couldn't accept it for the moment.

Unable to control the urge to vomit, he turned around and ran out.

Pei Tingwen turned sideways slightly and looked at the direction he ran out.

The cruel torture was right in front of his eyes, but he acted calmly and calmly, as if he was looking at something he was used to seeing.

Qi Lin ran out. He didn't say anything. He only said to the prison chief beside him: "Continue the trial."

"Yes, sir."

The prison head bowed his head.

Afterwards, Pei Tingwen left.

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After coming out of the secret cell, Qi Lin was obviously in a bad mood. He was almost vomited by the disgusting scenes in the secret cell, and his appetite that day was not very good either.

During lunch, he only took a few bites and put down his chopsticks.

The dishes were not moved and the soup was not drunk.

Pei Guanlan was a little worried when she saw how little he ate, so she immediately pulled him and touched his forehead.

There was no fever. She breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What's wrong? Why do you eat so little all of a sudden?"

Thinking of something, she looked at Pei Tingwen, who stayed in the palace to have dinner with her, and asked, "Did you take Lin'er to the prison again?"

Pei Tingwen, who was having a normal meal, was picking up vegetables and looked calm, "There happened to be a trial today, so I took him there to have a look, so that he could know what a normal trial is like."

"..." Pei Guanlan was speechless, "Is that an ordinary interrogation of yours? Your place is a place where serious criminals are interrogated. It's very scary. I didn't ask you to take him to see some minor criminals and those who were not serious. Do you want to check? You won’t listen!”

A mother always feels sorry for her child and doesn't want him to see those bad things.

"Auntie...don't blame uncle."

Seeing that Pei Tingwen was about to be scolded, Qi Lin quickly said, "I'm going there myself. I'm curious and just want to take a look."

Pei Guanlan looked back at him: "Aren't you curious this time? Are you going next time?"

"..." Qi Lin glanced at his uncle.

His uncle, who was not angry and intimidating, but often frightened people just by looking at him, looked at him for two seconds.

Immediately, he half shook his head and half nodded, and answered reluctantly: "Well... try... not to go..."

He also learned from his uncle to speak with leeway.

He completely regarded his uncle as a second father and followed his example.

Pei Guanlan felt distressed and angry, "Don't always look at your uncle. If you don't learn from the good ones, you will learn from the bad ones!"

Qi Lin lowered his head, "That's not true..."

He muttered, "Uncle is fine..."

In fact, he admired his uncle very much. He had gone to the battlefield at a young age, led troops, fought in battles, mastered tactics, and mastered power.

In his heart, his uncle can be said to be his god, without any flaws.

Therefore, he will listen to whatever he says and is extremely obedient.

Pei Guanlan, who knew this about her children very well, glanced at Pei Tingwen and said, "Teach him better in the future."