The Prime Minister's Mansion withdrew it immediately after reporting the case, which had already aroused Zhang Dajing's suspicions, and now the Li family did not let others interfere in this matter, so they didn't need to think about it to know that there must be an ulterior secret in it.

If Zhang Dajing didn't have curiosity, he wouldn't have solved so many strange cases and big cases, and it was precisely because he was obsessed with this that he created a legendary Kyoto martial marquis.

However, Zhang Dajing did not reject Yan Jiuniang's request, and even said yes, turned around and left the incense shop, took the short knife standing at the door, and walked back to Wuhou's class room quickly.

……

"Tell me, where did the people go?" Zhang Dajing said with one foot on the stool.

Teng Xu knelt on the ground, his eyes rolling back and forth, and he was still thinking about how he could escape, so he didn't answer in time.

"Hey...... It's really not okay not to let you suffer a little sin. Zhang Dajing pulled out the short knife and ordered: "Pick it up." ”

The two Wuhou put their hands up and down, and ripped off Fuji Xun's shirt with a snap of their fingers.

"You, what are you going to do?" Fuji Xun said in horror.

"Borrow two taels of meat from you for wine."

Before the words fell, Fuji Xun only felt a flash of cold light in front of him, and a faint tingling pain suddenly came from his ribs, at first the feeling was not very strong, but after three counts, the sharp pain permeated the whole body, like a fire as unbearable.

Wu Hou brought a small dish, Zhang Dajing used his thumb and index finger to pinch some white powder in the dish, and then suddenly pressed it on the wound under Teng Xun's ribs.

"Ahh

Fuji Xun exhaled in pain, and in just an instant, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, and he gasped heavily.

"Lao He, who sells bacon flatbread, told me that fresh meat will taste better if it is salted. Ahem, these two taels are mine, I never eat alone, Kyoto Wuhou is a bit much, so I have to borrow a few catties, brother hold on. ”

Zhang Dajing said slowly, wiped his hands leisurely, and didn't see that it was torture, but more like doing an extremely gentle thing.

Torture is a means of interrogation, but it is not the purpose of interrogation, the purpose of interrogation is to break through the prisoner's psychological defenses and reveal the facts of the crime.

In terms of interrogation, Zhang Dajing can definitely be called an expert, not because of how vicious his methods are, on the contrary, the prisoners he interrogates suffer a lot less than other prisoners.

However, he is the only one who has a frightening nickname.

The reason lies in the heart.

Zhang Dajing can see the changes in the prisoner's heart, accurately grasp the scale, when to speak, what to say, and what tone to speak, all of which are knowledge.

Therefore, there is no need to cut a second knife, Fuji Xun is extremely detailed, and he can't wait to say how many chairs and tables there are in the warehouse.

"Tie it up and send it to the Li Mansion." Zhang Dajing returned the short knife to the sheath, and his expression became solemn.

Just when the martial marquis tied the rope to Fuji Xun, the door of the class room was suddenly kicked open, and everyone in the room was stunned.

Wuhou's official position is not big, barely a public official, but it is an independent branch, it stands to reason that it should be classified into Kaifeng Mansion, but they are still different from the real yacha, the establishment is very chaotic, and the responsibility is very chaotic, so it has developed a loose problem.

As they laughed at themselves: We are a group of lonely ghosts who eat imperial food.

The big guys didn't bother to pay attention to them, and the ordinary people were afraid of them, so they took the initiative to go to Wuhou's room to find faults, and they had never seen it.

The martial marquis turned their heads with doubts, only to see a tower-like man enter the room with his head down, and after looking around with a pair of big eyes, he finally stopped at Zhang Dajing's body, and said in a humble voice:

"It's you. My housewife asked me to bring people back, but where are they? ”

The reason why Song San appeared here was because after Wang Dalang intercepted Zhang Dajing, he was still a little uneasy, so he ran back to Li's Mansion to move the rescuers.

Zhang Dajing was somewhat afraid of Song San, didn't say much, waved his hand to Wuhou, and then left Wuhou's room directly.

"Dog stuff." Song San scolded angrily in a low voice, and raised his hand to slap him, this time the blow was extremely heavy, only to hear a crisp sound, and Teng Xun fainted without saying a word.

He didn't use all his strength when he beat Fan Er, because he knew that Fan Er was his own person, and he couldn't kill him if he was angry.

But Fuji Xun is different, if it weren't for the usefulness of keeping it, Song San really wanted to shoot him to death.

The martial marquis finally knew why Zhang Dajing left, this stupid big man was a muddy person, and they all took a step back and kept their distance from Song San.

"I can't resist the beating." Song San said stupidly, picked up Fuji Xun and walked away.

……

Zhang Dajing went to the stable to get a fast horse, left Bianliang City when the city gate was about to close, and ran all the way to the warehouse according to Fuji Xun's words.

In less than half an hour, Zhang Dajing vaguely saw a farmhouse in the col, and the house was lit with dim lights.

He tied his horse to a tree by the side of the road and stooped toward the farmhouse.

The adobe wall was low, and Zhang Dajing squatted down to block it, pricked up his ears and listened, but there was no movement, and he was suspicious.

Suddenly, his throat itched, and he almost coughed, so he ran into the distance with his breath, coughed a few times, and cursed in a low voice.

"!"

Then, he quickly ran back, this time without stopping at the fence, and quickly climbed over the fence into the courtyard, bypassing the house with the lights on, and first took a clear look at the other house, and after making sure that there was no one, he turned back to the house with the lights on.

This is where Zhang Dajing is sophisticated, ordinary people will definitely go straight to the house with the lights on, and ignore the dark room.

In fact, the most dangerous place to visit a house at night is precisely these houses with black lights.

It's a common sense that if the inside of the house is bright and the outside is dark, then the outside of the house can't be seen outside. On the contrary, if the house is dark and the outside is bright, every move of the people outside will be clearly seen by the house.

Zhang Dajing held back his cough, stabbed the window paper with his fingers, and looked inside.

I saw that the room was messy, broken tables, broken chairs, and broken cabinets were stacked in a disorderly manner, and there was a pile of hay on the right hand, and there were more than a dozen broken porcelain pieces scattered on the ground, which was the same as Fuji Xun's description.

But...... What about people?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, three loud noises came, Zhang Dajing subconsciously squatted on the ground, and after seeing the reason, he shook his head helplessly.

It turned out to be a powder magazine test gun.

Zhang Dajing didn't hesitate, kicked open the door of the warehouse, took the knife out of the sheath, and flashed into the house.

The sound of breaking the door, the sound of drawing a knife, and the sound of coughing came almost at the same time,

He stood in the room and looked around, and sure enough, there was no one.

But at this moment, there was a crisp crack, and a tile rolled down from the roof.

Zhang Dajing's figure flashed into the courtyard, squinting at the roof.

Suddenly, a dark shadow jumped from behind the room and ran into the distance.

"Stop!"

Zhang Dajing shouted angrily, raised his leg and chased!

(The state is not good, the water word is kept updated, and the next chapter can be skipped.) ）