"Whew...... It's time to arrive. Song Jia gasped for breath as he withdrew the P229 pistol in his hand and replaced it with a new magazine.

By the time he looked up, there was a mess in front of him.

Several city dwellers had already been frightened by the "pig essence", crying dad and shouting mother-like running back, and the general Ding who was kicked away, while holding his stomach on the ground and moving back, shouted in full anger: "It's the opposite, the pig spirit killing official has rebelled, ring the bell quickly, ring the bell quickly!" ”

After realizing that he was being treated as a monster, Song Jia laughed, and then took off the single-hole night vision device on his face.

After seeing the pig essence take off its nose, several city leaders calmed down a little, and the next moment, a black lacquer waist card flew towards Ding Jiang: "You don't have to panic, this is a misunderstanding." We are the people of the governor's yamen, and we are here tonight to arrest the important criminals of the imperial court. ”

And after Ding received the waist card, he first glanced at it, and then said with an incredulous expression: "Official...... Official demons? ”

......

Five minutes later, the frightened general and his brothers had all returned to the tower. At this moment, the city tower, because the "pig essence" is too dark, the hall was forced to light several more lanterns, and now the hall is much brighter.

The soldiers who licked their lips formed a half-circle at this time, looking at the hanging basket in front of them embarrassedly, as well as the VIP customer Lu Da inside, and the "Fuya Torturer" who was searching for the body.

In fact, in the formal official system, there is no such thing as a "torturer" in the governor's yamen. However, the humble Sesame Official Ding did not know about this.

There's a misunderstanding about the governor.

......

The governor of the Ming Dynasty, except for the officers at all levels of the governor's standard battalion, did not have a civilian establishment under his command.

The governor is only a job in the imperial court, not an informal official position. For example, Lao Xiong's letter of appointment, the official name on it is "Right Governor of Fujian and Other Places and Admirals of Military Affairs", in which the Right Governor of Fujian and other places and Admirals of Military Affairs is dispatched, and there is no grade.

No matter how long Lao Xiong stays in the local area, in fact, nominally he still belongs to the central organization, not the local organization, but is only temporarily assigned to the local government, a bit like a working group in later generations.

As a result, the civil servants of the governor had no formal establishment other than the scribe who dealt with the paperwork. So, to tell the truth, Lao Xiong seems to be a huge official, but in fact he is a bare-pole commander - even if it is a county order, the imperial court will also assign an adjutant to the county officer.

But things still have to be done, people still have to be found. Therefore, like Lao Xiong, he must recruit a group of staff members to help with office affairs in his personal name, or temporarily requisition some alternate local officials to come over to do things...... cough, these people's wages have to be paid by Lao Xiong with his own money.

In fact, it was not until the end of the Qing Dynasty that the imperial court issued corresponding regulations, but it was still a clerk recruited by the governor himself, not an official within the establishment.

Therefore, Song Jia's self-proclaimed title of "Governor Yamen Torture Room Officer" is a real blind fabrication: there is no six-room clerk corresponding to the six departments in the Fu Ya.

Of course, the position can be nonsense, but the waist card must be real.

In ancient times, all the official seals, as well as the positions that need to verify the waist card, such as the city gate guard here, usually have a red clay illustrated book.

Just like the comparison system of public and private seals of the later bank, including the official seals and waist plates of various departments, there is a ready-made and edited illustrated book in the city gate tower - without this booklet, the gatekeeper cannot distinguish the authenticity of so many yamen documents.

Therefore, the reason why Ding and his subordinates returned to the city tower to cooperate with Song Jia and them for the autopsy was entirely because of the fact that the general inspection looked at the waist card of the Fu Ya.

......

It's still cold.

The "torturer" was touching out the objects on Lu Da's body. In the empty city tower, only the voice of the "official demon" was faintly heard at this moment - since the beginning of entering the door, Comrade Pig Spirit jumped into the dark corner alone, muttering something to a black box.

And Ding Jiang and his brothers couldn't help but move two more steps to the light at this time, for fear that they would be harmed by the evil law of the official demon.

After all the things on the dead ghost Lu Da were searched, Song Jia, who was dressed in black, finally ended the call and walked out of the darkness.

Sitting on the chair, Song Jia first looked at the purple lacquer brand the size of a mahjong tile on Lu Da's body that was presented by his subordinates, and then looked at other bits and pieces, and then nodded: "That's right, it's this person." ”

After saying this, he relaxed a lot at this moment.

It was too risky just now. Even if it is two minutes late, or if Lu Da is not a VIP customer, and the hanging basket does not fall slowly, then he can only follow the city and chase it with one shot...... It's fantasy to think about, he's not 007.

"I haven't asked for advice yet, I don't know your surname?" After Song Jia figured it out, he turned his face and asked Mr. Ding with a pleasant face.

"Don't dare, I'm surnamed Ding."

"Well, Mr. Ding." Song Jia nodded: "It's just a matter of urgency, and seeing that the court is about to commit a crime, he is about to get away, so he is a little offended, and I ask Ding to blame him." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare, whereever, there's no harm......"

Although Ding Jiang had already seen the black skin on the pig spirit at this time, it was actually just a black coat with strange fabrics, but he still didn't dare to look at Song Jia head-on...... Who would dare to say that the garment was not a change of black skin?

"Well, let's do the same."

When Song Jia said this, he reached out and picked up the bag of broken silver on Lu Da's body, then took out a piece and threw it to a city soldier next to him at will: "Brother Lao, bring some water." ”

The skinny Chengding reflexively took the silver, and after two seconds of stagnation, he grinned and ran away. Soon, the thin man came to the hall with a large bucket of water, while Song Jia and the three of them washed their bloodstained hands in the bucket.

Then it was simple, when Song Jia shook the broken silver in his hand and asked, "Is there an oilcloth", the oilcloth was sent to the front. And VIP Lu Da was properly packed into zongzi and stuffed into a hanging basket the next moment.

After seeing that everything was going well, Song Jia stuffed most of the broken silver in his hand into the hands of the general Ding general, and distributed the rest to the city leaders.

Looking at Mr. Ding, who had a good face, Song Jia smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Before dawn, there will be people from the standard camp who will come here to clean up the situation, what about me, leave a subordinate here to hand over, and don't let Mr. Ding make it difficult for you, okay?" ”

Ding Jiang always had something to say, so he could only nod desperately: since the other party left someone here to hand over the corpse, of course he didn't have to bear half of it. Although I was kicked tonight, what I got in exchange was a few dozen taels of silver......

So, Song Jia later took one of his subordinates and returned from the original road of the city tower horse road and came to the street. At this time, someone took out a single-hole night vision device from his waist bag and restored his terrifying pig spirit appearance.

First glanced at a few beggars lying down on the street corner, and then slowly looked around, and after finding that there was no abnormality, Song Jia said to his subordinates: "Let's go." ”

As he walked, he took out his walkie-talkie again: "Group C reports the location, OVER." ”

"JUST ENTERED THE HOUSE, OVER."

"GOOD, IT'S OKAY FOR YOU TONIGHT, REST, OVER."

...... Group C is Xue Haiyuan's group.

Due to the short distance, it can be arranged in advance, so Xue Haiyuan's side is much smoother than Song Jia. When Song Jia was still firing on the city gate, Xue Haiyuan's team had already intercepted Lu Er under the Jinglou Gate with a pretending patrolman, and killed Lu Er on the spot with a P229 pistol equipped with a silencer.

When Song Jia was still arguing with President Ding, Xue Haiyuan had already thrown Lu Er's body into the dry well and walked on the way home.

...... Hearing the news of Xue Haiyuan's smooth return, Song Jia was very relieved. Up to now, most of tonight's tasks have been successfully completed, and the next thing he has to do is the last step: Heng Guangkang.

So Song Jia adjusted the channel of the walkie-talkie again: "Group B reports the position, OVER." ”

"Group B is still 500 meters from the predetermined position, OVER."

"Very good, pay attention to the covert, wait for me to meet, OVER."

"Group B understands."

......

Song Jia, who was talking while walking, didn't notice that among the beggars under his feet, there was one who was walking sideways at the entrance of the alley, trembling all over.

...... Bai Yu'er didn't expect to encounter this situation tonight.

Although Bai Yu'er is not very old, only 19 years old, he is already an out-and-out old man: at the age of 16, he worked as an errand here for Zheng Sancai, and he has seen a lot of wind and waves.

When Lu Da passed the first level under the city tower, Bai Yu'er, who was following behind, had already found the best observation position by feeling: the nearest alley to the city tower, next to a few sleeping beggars.

When Lu Da walked on the city wall, Bai Yu'er, who saw everything in his eyes, actually didn't plan to stay long. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to leave, three dark shadows quickly passed by him.

The moment he misturned, by the moonlight, he saw Song Jia's terrifying white fish, and he was suddenly frightened and cold, and his hands and feet were numb. And Song Jia, who was in a hurry, obviously didn't notice this person who was in the corner of the wall and was no different from other beggars, so the two sides passed by.

Generally speaking, whatever you are afraid of, you will come: Bai Yu'er was then horrified to see that the monster ran up the tower...... By this time, Bai Yu'er had already understood that the monster Bacheng was going towards Lu Da.

What followed was a long wait.

It seemed like a year had passed, and Bai Yu'er finally waited for the monster to come downstairs.

And Song Jia, who wore a night vision device, was once again deceived by habitual thinking and ignored the sleeping beggars at the entrance of the alley. - Although he only had to bend down to look closely, he could see that the white fish in a muslin robe was by no means a beggar.

Bai Yu'er escaped the murder by mistake.

After a while, despite the fear in her heart, Bai Yu'er slowly got up and walked in the direction of Hengguangkang. He must report everything that happened tonight to Zheng Sancai.