bdsm-fiction Chapter 189 Meeting
Chapter 189 Meeting
chapter 189
Song Qu gritted her teeth and exhaled, "Yes, sister, you can tell Teacher Meng what you have to say. That place is really chaotic, and it's not suitable for you to go. If there's anything you want to tell, have Teacher Meng pass it on."
Song Qing's eyes were still brimming with tears, two clear tear tracks running down her cheeks. She looked at Meng Youcheng, about to speak...
Meng Youcheng looked at her with a smile, "I've always been very grateful to Mr. Feng. He gave me a chance. I was about to become homeless because of unemployment, but thanks to him, I was able to stay. Don't worry, if there's anything you need, just tell me directly, and I will definitely pass it on."
Song Qing closed her eyes slightly, tears streaming down her face. "I understand. Can you check if he's doing well? Is there anything he wants to eat? Is there anything he hasn't finished?"
Meng Youcheng nodded, "Okay."
……
The next morning, Song Qu brought Meng Youcheng to the prison. Looking at the heavily guarded prison, with layers upon layers of security, Meng Youcheng couldn't help but feel uneasy…
How can we save this person?
He followed Song Qu deeper inside, the wails of agony echoing through the air, people constantly screaming and crying out in pain. He dared not look, but unable to resist his curiosity, he stole a glance...
The interrogator was using torture instruments on the prisoner, blood was flowing freely, it was very frightening, and the painful screams kept echoing in my ears.
"If you're scared, then don't watch..."
As Song Qu walked, he said, "It's always been like this here. The people imprisoned here are all death row inmates. Once we get any useful information out of them, they'll be shot."
Meng Youcheng did not reply because the atmosphere around him was too disgusting, especially the smell, which was indescribably foul, like a rotting corpse.
There was no light here, and it was pitch black all around. Candles were placed all around, and their faint light illuminated the way forward.
Meng Youcheng kept his eyes closed as he followed behind Song Qu. Suddenly, Song Qu stopped, but fortunately, Meng Youcheng noticed and didn't bump into him...
"What's wrong?"
The question hadn't been finished.
Song Qu abruptly replied with two words, "We've arrived."
Meng Youcheng shifted his gaze and saw Feng Jingsheng in the cell. The room was dimly lit, supported by candlelight, making it very blurry and difficult to see the other person's face clearly.
All that was known was that he was severely injured, covered in blood, with horrific scars exposed to the air, looking extremely unsettling. His clothes were tattered and torn to shreds, and his head hung limply, as if he were asleep…
That person is... Feng Jingsheng?
Meng Youcheng could hardly believe his eyes.
He had once suspected that someone as capable as Feng Jingsheng would not be easily arrested, and that it might be some kind of test. But now, seeing the scene before him, he suddenly realized that life doesn't always have so many twists and turns.
Feng Jingsheng... he really got arrested!
Song Qu remained silent, his expression cold.
The interrogator next to him picked up a thick whip, just about to give Feng Jinsheng a good lashing...
Only then did Song Qu speak, "Stop!"
The interrogator turned around, paused for a few seconds, and said, "General Song, you..."
Song Qu opened the cell door and went inside, with Meng Youcheng following closely behind...
Song Qu: "Did he speak?"
The interrogator looked very distressed. "No... I can't pry him open no matter what I do. No matter how much torture I use, he just won't open his mouth. Asking him is useless..."
Song Qu patted the interrogator on the shoulder, "Take a break..."
The interrogator put down the whip, sighed, and said, "General, it's too stuffy in here. I'm going out for some fresh air. Call me if you need anything."
"good……"
After the interrogator left, Song Qu quietly looked at Meng Youcheng behind her. "Say what you have to say. You only have half an hour. Make sure you say everything you need to say..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he left the cell, closed the door, and said before leaving, "I'll keep watch outside. Just call me if you need anything."
Meng Youcheng stared blankly at Feng Jingsheng in front of him, and mechanically replied with a single word, "Okay..."
Is this person really Feng Jingsheng?
The criminal in front of me had his head down, so I couldn't see his face clearly. But judging from his build, it couldn't be anyone else but Feng Jingsheng, right?
He had hundreds of wounds, large and small, all exposed, making him look extremely gruesome. His hair was a mess, completely disheveled...
Almost every inch of his body was covered in healthy skin.
Blood flowed freely, covering his entire body, making him look like a blood-soaked figure...
The atmosphere here was unpleasant; it was dimly lit, making it hard to breathe, and the air was thick with a foul odor. Wailing and screams echoed from the neighboring cells…
Meng Youcheng watched him hesitate for a long time before incredulously taking a step forward...
This turning point happened so fast that he hadn't even had time to react before Feng Jingsheng was arrested, as if it had all been preordained.
He took a breath, walked up to Feng Jingsheng, squatted down, and gently patted his head...
Suddenly, Feng Jingsheng let out a very faint gasp, and looked up...
His face was very dirty and messy, but fortunately, he was still good-looking and not ugly.
"Oh……"
He suddenly chuckled. "Am I...dreaming?"
His voice was so weak that Meng Youcheng would have had trouble hearing it if he hadn't been right next to him.
Meng Youcheng gently touched his face, "Asheng... how are you feeling? Is anything bothering you? You..."
Looking at Feng Jingsheng in front of him, Meng Youcheng really didn't know what to ask.
Feng Jingsheng's blank expression showed a momentary pause before he looked up again. "Teacher Meng...is it really...you?"
Meng Youcheng stepped forward. "It's me. I've come to see you."
Feng Jingsheng gasped for breath, his expression one of great discomfort. "Sigh... what's there to see? I was just unlucky, I got captured. Now I'm covered in injuries, I look awful, and I smell terrible. What are you doing here?"
Meng Youcheng pondered, "I..."
"Missing me?"
Feng Jingsheng smiled. "Before, you ignored me, but now that I'm here, you miss me? Teacher Meng... you're really... hard to please... I don't even know what to say about you..."
Meng Youcheng sighed, "Even in this situation, you still..."
"I'm already in this state, can't you just give in to me?"
Feng Jingsheng looked up at him. "I might not even make it through tomorrow. Is it really that hard for you to say you like me? I've been good to you, haven't I? Not bad, cough cough cough..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly coughed. Meng Youcheng rushed over and asked, "Are you alright?"
Feng Jingsheng shook his head and added, "I'm so handsome, so tall, so dashing, so many people like me, how come you're so clueless? My liking you is truly a blessing you've accumulated over eight lifetimes, I'm dying... You stupid idiot, open your eyes!"
Meng Youcheng gently patted his head, "You really are... even in this state, you still have to be sarcastic."
Feng Jingsheng curled the corners of his lips. "Those bastards really hit me hard. Luckily, I saved my face and didn't damage my handsome appearance. If I had really been slapped in the face, how could I ever face anyone again?"
"I have so many cuts and scrapes all over my body, it hurts so much, but thankfully, none of them hit any vital organs. But these scars will probably stay with me until I die, won't they?"
Meng Youcheng didn't understand what he wanted to say, but listened patiently without saying a word.
Feng Jingsheng forced a smile. "You know... with these ugly scars on my body, you'd definitely dislike me, right?"
"Sigh... You used to be so disgusted by my scars when I didn't have them, but now that I have so many, you must hate them, right?"
I'm speechless... This idiot...
What time is it, and you're still thinking about me? Let's see if you can even get out of here alive...
Ugh……
Meng Youcheng sighed, then hesitated to speak.
"Why aren't you talking to me?"
Feng Jingsheng suddenly spoke, his voice weak, "Am I really that unlikable to you? You can't even talk to me?"
This is this...
The main problem is that I can't find any topics to talk about!
He suffered such a serious injury, how can I comfort him? I can't say anything at all, I don't know what to say. I originally wanted to make a joke, but I'm afraid that the joke will go too far and hurt him even more.
"well……"
Feng Jingsheng sighed, "You heartless ingrate... I used to treat you so well, and now that you see me so badly injured, you don't even want to talk to me..."
Meng Youcheng thought for a moment, then patted his head. "Are you alright?"
These were words he had thought about for a long time before coming up with them.
"well……"
Feng Jingsheng sighed again, "You heartless ingrate, all you can say when you see me is 'Are you alright?' You can't say anything else? And I've been so good to you..."
Meng Youcheng was immediately amused by him, and after thinking for a moment, asked, "What do you want me to say?"
Feng Jingsheng looked at him. "Do you want to take your medicine?"
Meng Youcheng was completely dumbfounded. "Huh?"
"Your health isn't good, you need to take medicine, otherwise how can we be happy in the future? Once I get out of here, I'll make sure you take your medicine every day to make your body stronger, okay?"
Meng Youcheng thought for a moment, then said, "Okay..."
"real?"
"Fake."