This is a very deep mansion.

Deep, not wide.

Because this mansion located in the northeast corner of Nanjing, in addition to the dozen acres of land on the surface, two floors have been hollowed out, which is completely like a huge underground palace.

It is dark here, and it is even more gloomy than Jinyiwei's Beizhen Fusi and Imperial Prison, which is the West Investigation Factory of the Ming Dynasty.

The secret service does not have to create such a gloomy and terrifying environment at first glance, when the West Factory was established, it was originally intended to be a palatial yamen with transparent lighting, but it turned out that it could not be done.

There is no encrypted phone, and the information always has to be sent by people, and it is grandiose, so those eyeliners are exposed.

There was no choice but to hide his head and tail.

There is only one main entrance to this mansion, but only people come out in Pingsuri, but few people can be seen entering, and the entrance to this mansion is not the door on the surface, but a secret passage underground that leads to no one else.

It is even possible to connect the drainage system under the city of Nanjing.

The ancient city has a complete underground drainage system, although there is no post-modern advanced sanitation, but the minimum domestic sewage and basic flood discharge capacity is still perfect, the surface of the heavenly palace-like Bianliang City, it has the world's most developed urban drainage system.

And in this underground building complex that looks like a dungeon, in addition to the corridors extending in all directions and the coarse wax densely hung on the walls, there are rows of bookshelves, and countless Xichang fans and eunuchs wearing soap clothes are walking back and forth, busy but orderly.

Under the candlelight, almost everyone can be seen holding a letter in their hand, and then these people will pick out a file with different names on the bookshelf and put the letterhead in it.

Here, there is the entire city of Nanjing, the ownership of expensive intelligence files.

And these letterheads are the daily activities of every magnate and official, where they went, who they met, what they ate, and what they said.

Although it is impossible to supervise all aspects, almost every civil and military minister above the third grade will definitely have the eyeliner of the West Factory in his house, surroundings, and neighbors and relatives.

These people may be the subordinate housekeepers who have served the lord's family for many years, they may be the concubines of the head of the family, or even, it may be the official's own children, and everyone may be a spy of the West Factory.

That's the power of the state.

If Zhu Yunwen wanted to, he could even use this power to play a Ming version of 'Truman's World' against a certain person.

At this time, in this first-layer underground palace, a dry and thin old man was lecturing, and in front of him were two teams of fans with their heads held high.

This old man is none other than the master of the torture room who was driven away by Zhu Wenkui.

When Zhu Wenkui arrived, the master had prepared everything, and the procrastination solution he proposed was more of Zhu Yunwen's meaning.

It's just a matter of using the identity of the master to hit Zhu Wenkui's self-esteem.

If it weren't for Xu Buji's moves, Zhu Wenkui would definitely be ruthless, and the arrogant prince would not have a master who would handle things properly, which would make Zhu Wenkui's juvenile pride be shattered.

This is Zhu Yunwen's purpose, first to smash his child's pride to pieces, so that he can grow up faster.

"The factory has sent an order."

In the silence, the old man opened his voice.

"The identity of the eldest prince has been leaked, I don't want to know who tracked it now, I just want to know whose mouth this news came out of the first place, find him and bring it back."

Both teams were quiet, without the noise or the interruption of the military order, and listened silently, and then dispersed along the corridor that extended in all directions.

If you want to go back in time, it is unrealistic to find the stalker when Zhu Wenkui returned to the palace late at night that day, because there is no surveillance, but it is very simple to find out the first person who sent out the news.

It has only been four or five days since that night, and in the past few days, there is only one kind of person who has spread the word of the big mouth to the whole city:

Mr. Storyteller.

Of course, they can't be stalkers, but finding them will help you find out who is behind the call.

Naturally, the difficulty of this mission has been reduced a lot.

Needless to say, the efficiency of the West Factory is self-exaggerating, and before the task given during the day, before nightfall, more than a dozen frightened storytellers were arrested and put into the prison of Jinyiwei.

"Torture first, then interrogation."

A eunuch in the palace sat in prison, sipping tea slowly, unaffected by the bloodshed in front of him, and let the screams in his ears repeat after another.

"You can eat indiscriminately, you can't talk nonsense, you are so bold, what can you say but your brains are out, a few heads are enough to cut off?"

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, the eunuch put down the tea bowl, his eyes cold as if he was looking at a dozen corpses.

"Let's talk to our family, the chief bookkeeper is His Royal Highness, who do you listen to?"

"The grass people don't know, they really don't know, my father-in-law spares his life, spares his life."

and rushed to speak first to shout injustice, a middle-aged man covered with whiplashes and blood all cried at this moment: "Two days ago, the grass people got off work from a wine shop, and they were stopped when they went home.

The original words read, 'His Royal Highness the Great Prince is the new master of the Yingtianfu Torture Room, and this time he has come to avenge the people', saying that he will strictly investigate the bullying and oppression of the people in the Yanei, that Zhang Dongsheng is only the first, and those tyrannical Yanei will be arrested and beheaded, and the people will be in a good place.

In the end, he also said that as long as the grass people follow this sentence, they will give the grass people twenty taels of silver afterwards, and the father-in-law will know that the grass people are just to eat a mixed meal, and there are eighty old mothers on the grass people, and there are children waiting to be fed. ”

The eunuch was unmoved, but his eyes became colder and colder.

"You still know that you are old and young, and you dare to chew the root of your tongue."

With a casual wave of his hand, a fan took a step forward, and a short knife in his hand sank straight into the storyteller's chest.

Money often unmakes the men who make it!

The storyteller spoke without thinking, not knowing what the consequences would be.

What is Zhu Wenkui's arrival, it is to avenge the people's grievances and return Nanjing to a prosperous place.

This is a kidnapping of public opinion and a murder.

used this method to raise Zhu Wenkui high, and through the will of the people, to force Zhu Wenkui to deal with the children of the powerful and severe, thus offending a large number of important ministers of the court.

That's going to kill one?

The other storytellers were suddenly frightened, and some of them were even scared to death.

For a moment, the stench and shrill cries filled the huge cell.

"Go on."

The eunuch's eyes shifted to the next person: "Whoever can tell the person's appearance, posture and other information, our family will spare his life." ”

The storytellers immediately cried bitterly.

In the middle of the night, the people who were looking for them were wearing wide black robes, how could they see it really?

There are clever people who open their mouths and start making up, storytelling, and they still have the ability to play on the spot.

And more than a dozen people say exactly the same thing.

What is eight feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and there is a scar on his face, more than a dozen people added that what he said could be described as colorful, with a nose and eyes.

"That means you're seeing the same person."

The eunuch sneered: "Each of you met this mysterious person around the night four days ago, that is to say, this mysterious rich man found you across the entire city of Nanjing in just two quarters of an hour, good fellow, this light work is really amazing." ”

The eunuch was a little tired, and waved his hand: "Let's cut it all." ”

"Father-in-law spares his life!"

One of them, perhaps stimulated by death, suddenly shouted.

"Father-in-law, the grass people remembered, when the man threw the letter, the man's hand stretched out from the black robe, although it was only for a short moment, but through the glimpse of the moonlight, the grass man saw that there were layers of thick calluses on his right hand, and there was a scar on the back of his hand."

"Nonsense!"

The eunuch became furious: "The night is dark, even if there is hazy moonlight, how can the naked eye see it so really, you take our family as a fool, then don't blame our family for not giving you pleasure, cut off his tongue." ”

"It's true, it's true."

The storyteller cried and struggled again and again to prevent Fanzi from approaching: "The grass people's eyesight is amazing, the lights in this prison are as dim, but the grass people can see that there is a rich mole on the right finger under your chin, father-in-law." ”

As soon as he said this, the eunuch subconsciously reached out to touch it, and then fell silent.

For a moment, the eunuch stood up suddenly: "You survived, and you will enter the West Factory from today." ”

Then turn around and leave.

Behind him, the sound of sharp blades breaking through bodies came and went.