Chapter 796: The Fall of the Rising Sun - Detective Guo Xinga

Meiji's street tour went smoothly, not to mention Ito Hirobumi, not even an egg was drawn, and the Japanese seemed to have really surrendered completely. Goko's painstaking efforts to bring Meiji to Tokyo, in addition to parading the streets, of course, had other purposes, that is, to draw a successful end to this war.

"Name!" When Meiji arrived in Tokyo, he was imprisoned in a small, separate and closed compound, not to mention Emperor Kokoko and Heisei, who were not even seen by Pi Runmin and Takumi Takizawa. It was a group of people from the military intelligence department who approached them like ghosts, and directly interrogated Meiji as a prisoner.

"Muren!" Meiji's arrogance has always been very arrogant, and when he entered the Tokyo gate, he was still shouting that he was directly a descendant of the gods, but he was really against the fierce and vicious agents, and this guy was very fast.

"Real name!" The face is like a carved agent, and his attitude is very bad, and he has to slap the table at every turn.

"My name is Muren!" Meiji was frightened, no one had ever been so fierce in front of him in his life, and he didn't even dare to use me, who claimed to be him.

"Damn, stubborn! Let him help him think about it! The agent slapped the table again, then summoned his accomplices.

Meiji was scared enough, these people were obviously going to torture him! Meiji, who had never been beaten in his life, instantly turned his face into the color of white paper, and he was really scared. Although Meiji lived in the deep palace all the year round, Saigo Takamori once took him to see the extreme suffering of the people, how Japanese officials tortured prisoners, and Meiji also knew a little bit about it. There is no need for any particularly cruel punishment, even if the leather whip is dipped in cold water, Meiji will definitely not be able to bear it. Fortunately, the Manchurians did not come up with anything terrible, they just brought straw paper and tea. Meiji was waiting for pen and ink, and he felt that the Manchurians wanted him to write something. Poor Meiji is still not knowledgeable enough, he is too ignorant of Chinese culture, and naturally he does not know that there is a punishment called Jiaguan Jinjue.

Meiji will be shown to the public soon, and of course the Military Intelligence Department can't let him have obvious external injuries on his body, and if he is beaten into a blood gourd, it will be useless to get any confession. Fortunately, Chinese culture is broad and profound, and there are many ways to survive without hurting flesh and skin. Meiji was tied up with a soft rope, and straw paper was placed over his face, and the agents sprayed it with an unceremonious sip of tea. One, two, three, four, Meiji's breathing became more and more difficult, and he felt that he was being pulled out of this world. But just when Meiji was in a daze, a light appeared in front of his eyes, and his breathing was smooth again.

"What's your name?" Meiji was playing with a desperate breath, and the agent, who had no expression on his face, repeated the question he had just asked.

"I'm really Muren!" Meiji cried.

"Let him think again!" The agent expressed dissatisfaction with Meiji's answer.

Meiji's face was pasted with straw paper again, and he finally boiled up to seven, and then there was light again. But this time there was no question and answer, and the executioner gave Meiji a breather, and immediately another piece of paper was covered. Meiji finally knew what torture was, the blurred flesh and blood were not cruel, and this kind of struggle on the verge of life and death forever was the greatest torture. It took five tosses before the unfinished agent stopped again.

"Name?" The question of sculpting the face becomes more concise.

"I'm not Muren, I'm ...... Who you say I am, I am! "Meiji has collapsed.

"He's not very sick! Just meditating, I'm afraid I really can't remember, treat him! "The sculptural face needs to be changed.

Meiji was scared, the methods of torture by these guys were too shady. However, the torture instruments that appeared this time were still ordinary, and there was no danger in sight. The agents brought in silver needles and seemed to want Meiji to learn something about traditional Chinese medicine, acupuncture. However, the location of their needles is very special, not acupuncture points, nor meridians, but Meiji's toenails. The agent with extremely strong hands pierced the silver needles into Meiji's toes, and Meiji felt like his toenails were about to be picked off. The pain was so great that Meiji almost went crazy, but his shouting was blocked by a towel in his mouth.

"Name?" The sculptural face asked again after each nail of Meiji had no needles.

"I ...... You............ Ah...... "Meiji's consciousness has been confused.

"It doesn't work, pull it out!" The sculpture face shook his head.

The agents pulled out the acupuncture in exactly the same way as a nail, and when each needle was pulled out, Meiji had to tremble wildly. The huge pain made him keep standing up like a fish, but the bundle was so tight that Meiji could only convulse on the spot. After all fifty needles were pulled out, Meiji simply fainted, and then a bowl of cold water was splashed on his face.

"Name?" There seems to be no other problem with the sculptural face.

"I'm really Muren, you kill me!" Meiji now regrets very much that when Kyoto Castle was broken, he should have committed suicide immediately.

"Why are you left-handed, and where did the pockmarks on your face come from?" The sculptural face seems to believe in Meiji.

"I naturally like to use my left hand, but my father has always refused to allow it, so I endured it. Since I ascended the throne, everyone has been disciplined, and I have used my left hand again. The scars on my face are not pockmarks, but scars, and once when I was learning to use a musket with Saigo Takamori, I was accidentally injured by *! Meiji's answer was perfect.

"Before and after ascending the throne, there was also a big difference in your handwriting?" There are still some doubts about the sculptural face.

"I'm used to using my left hand, and the handwriting on my right hand has never been good, but after I resume using my left hand, the handwriting will naturally be good!" Meiji's explanation is also very reasonable.

"How did Emperor Xiaomei die?" The sculptural face no longer tangles Meiji's identity.

"I don't know how my father died! Before my father died, the female officials next to my concubine Noriko Horikawa came to me and said that my father was going to die soon, and the ministers would assist me in ascending the throne and asked me to cooperate obediently! I know it's strange about my father's death, but I really don't know anything! "Meiji played tricks in this place, and he was the one who was clamoring to see the song and dance, and he was also a participant in the operation to kill the king.

The sculpture face didn't ask anything more, sent someone to take a good look at Meiji, and left with Meiji's confession. In fact, there are many people who are as busy as sculpting faces, and the confessions of Minoru Sanjo, Iwakura Gushi and others are also to be admitted, and Goheunga is waiting! The progress is similar, but the punishment used by everyone is slightly different.

When Fukushun entered the palace with the confession of the big guy, Kokoko-a was lying on the throne of the emperor, and His Majesty Emperor Heisei was gouging out his ears. Such a disgraceful move is definitely not something that the courtiers can see, if Pi Runmin and the others are replaced, they will definitely hide far away, but Fushun is different after all. Fushun is Guoxing's family, his wife does not avoid wearing a house, and the two of them have not taken off their clothes to do errands, Fushun can stay in the neighborhood at will.

"It seems to be similar to what we analyzed before, that is, Iwakura Gu regarded their gang as murdering Xiaoming, and this kid Meiji is really an accomplice to killing his father!" Meiji didn't admit it for a long time, but Iwakura Gushi and others sold him all, and in the confession that Gokoko saw it, he told all the aspects of the matter carefully.

"Which bastard did it by hiding in the dung bucket and stabbing people in the asshole?" Guo Xing'a looked through it carefully and found that there was still one link missing.

"The ministers didn't have an assassin, they didn't send that man. However, they analyzed that this incident may have been done by Hirobumi Ito. "Some indefinite things, Fushun didn't give them to Guoxing.

"Hirobumi Ito? Can the person who slaughters the assistant still stab the chrysanthemum? "Koko's impression is that Hirobumi Ito has always been the prime minister of Japan.

"Hirobumi Ito is good at kung fu, and he has also studied ninjutsu, so he is a capable ninja. At the time of Emperor Takamei's assassination, Hirobumi Ito was in Kyoto. Iwakura Gushi analyzed, it may be that the actions of the ministers have not been effective for a long time, and the reformers of the Choshu Domain can't wait, so they sent Ito Hirobumi to do it, but I don't think the two sides will do it again! "Fushun has really seen Ito Hirofumi, and I feel that person is sven, but he still thinks he is a hidden guy.

"Isn't Meiji the blessing of Omuro-in?" Goxinga was a little dissatisfied.

"Yes, Omuro Innosuke really died in the Boshin War, and several witnesses have been found. Meiji is really the bloodline of filial piety, but he is just a son who kills his father! "Fushun thinks it's nothing, although there is no outrageous tanuki to change the prince, but Meiji's killing of his biological father is also a crime of a thousand cuts.

"No, no, those witnesses must be the remnants of Meiji, just bury them, Meiji must be the blessing of Omuro!" Goxing Ah shook his head again and again, he knows how perverted the Japanese are, and it is not necessarily a big sin to kill his father in Japan, as long as Meiji is the authentic blood of the imperial family, the Japanese will still recognize him.

"It should be like this, Omuro Yinnosuke is a descendant of the Southern Dynasty, he is manipulating everything, it is he who ordered the ministers to kill the king, and it is also he who arranged for Ito Hirobumi to stab Takaaki's chrysanthemum! Then he changed the tanuki to the crown prince, and killed Prince Muhito, and succeeded himself to the throne as Meiji. Guo Xing'a suddenly turned into a detective and came to a conclusion without any basis.

"Hey, the minion will arrange it!" Fushun didn't know why, and he didn't want to know why, just turn everything into what Heung'a wanted.

Emperor Heisei had been listening silently from the sidelines, and when she heard that Meiji was really Muren, she was still a little happy. But in the end, Gokokoa still sentenced Meiji to death, and made him another irrelevant person, and Emperor Heisei still didn't say a word, but his face became very bad.

The sculptural face returned to Meiji again, this time he brought the script, Meiji couldn't memorize it for a while, and then he was abused. The agents put him in a filthy latrine, smeared honey on the soles of his feet, and led a sheep to lick him. Meiji laughed wildly in the foul-smelling toilet for a long time, gasping for breath for a long time, and finally engraved the things that needed to be remembered deeply in his mind, and he became Omuro Innosuke.

"Kill the monarch and rebel, escort him to the spirit of the emperor of filial piety, and Ling Chi will be executed! Let them poke people in the ass! "Koko-a never liked to mistreat prisoners or kill people in a cruel way, but he was happy to do anything to Meiji.

Emperor Heisei's face was very bad, and Goxinga finally found out, but he said something very strange: "Let's try chrysanthemums too!" At the same time, a wicked smile appeared on his face.

"Nasty!" Emperor Heisei threw himself into Goko's arms, just like her country.