The night erased the last rays of the sun, and the dark night was like a velvet curtain in the theater, slowly falling. When the night is quiet, 99 percent of the land in the Eastern Hemisphere falls asleep.

But Nanjing is one of the others.

Although the city of Nanjing at night is far less brilliant than the metropolis of the earth in the 21st century, Nanjing at this time is definitely the closest city on the earth to the city that never sleeps.

Fire trees and silver flowers never sleep.

On the bank of the Qinhuai River, a bright moon is drunk in the sky, and tourists are like weaving and bumping into the red lights.

Or the ancients wrote well: ten miles of Qinhuai are brightly lit, and the pavilions and pavilions surround the river embankment; Sheng's song is full of wine, and the ancient books are full of black clothes.

The east never sleeps, the light is strange, and a river of spring water goes east. This is today's Nanjing, which is now the capital of China, the most powerful overlord on the planet.

But even in this wonderful city of Nanjing, there are joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows. When countless people were singing and laughing, drunk and confused, Liu Chengshan hadn't closed his eyes for two days, because he finally caught a clue, where could he still take care of sleeping. That was his last hope for the cunning mouse.

Taking a sip of bitter strong tea that can make people grin, Liu Chengshan opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at Fan Pinjun's back in the glass window viciously, if he hadn't accidentally caught this guy at the dock, this kid would have already taken a boat to Siam in Xiaguan. And more importantly, a hidden clue has disappeared.

Although Fan Pinjun doesn't have a big criminal record, that's just because there is no evidence, and on the blacklist of the Beijing Police Department, this guy can be linked to several groups of shootings. In his early years, he worked in the arsenal, but because his hands and feet were not clean, his diplomatic work was lazy, and he was expelled from the arsenal because he refused to change his ways. After that, Fan Pinjun always ate and waited for death on the surface, but if he ate and waited for death, he had such capital if he had money, and if he didn't have money, he would not eat and wait for death, but be poor and ask for food. In the past few years, there have been several shooting incidents in Nanjing, and the police department has long suspected him of making black guns in private, but because there is no evidence, they can't help him.

Who knew that this time Fan Pinjun suddenly stopped staying at home, the house furniture was not sold, and people were about to leave Nanjing. The identity document used to buy tickets at the dock was someone else's, and when he left Nanjing to go to the dock to take a boat, he was even more disguised, but his disguise was not up to par, and the police at the pier saw at a glance that something was wrong. Grab the detention room, take off your hat, tear off your beard, and wash your face, this is not Fan Pinjun.

It is not uncommon for Fan Pinjun to run out, but it would be wrong for him to run out in such a disguise, and a full thirty or forty thousand yuan in cash, gold bars, bearer bonds, and so on were turned out of his suitcase. The people from the police station followed Fan Pinjun's whereabouts and 'found' the monkey they thought had left a long time ago, but when they followed the clues to find the monkey, they were stunned to find that the monkey had left Nanjing a few days ago, and even his family could not be found.

Fan Pinjun himself was immediately sent to the office building of the Beijing Police Station, and Liu Chengshan personally sat in charge. A day and a half, to be precise, is a night and a day, and Fan Pinjun has not yet spoken. Liu Chengshan has not closed his eyes for two days and one night since the day before yesterday, and his attention to Fan Pinjun can be seen.

"My lord, in my opinion, let's fight. That tiring interrogation will not work, give him to me, and I will surely make him speak before the sun rises tomorrow. The head of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Nanjing Police Bureau, who was full of spirits, said.

Liu Chengshan was silent, Fan Pinjun's current external value has been discovered, and the only thing left is for him to explain the real valuable things. I heard Fan Pinjun's voice in the room again: "Sir, I'm not Hou Liang's father, how do I know what Hou Liang is doing hiding in the city, and what he is doing now." Sir, I'm a law-abiding citizen, so let me go and let me sleep for a while. ”

Fan Pinjun still gritted his teeth and didn't let go.

"This bastard, he's asking for his own suffering." Liu Chengshan clenched his fists tightly, if he could, he just wanted to smash Fan Pinjun's rotten mouth with one punch, "Take it next door." ”

Liu Chengshan didn't have time to spend it with him, his patience had run out. Since you don't eat the toast, let's go eat the penalty wine.

The existence and escape of the monkey, he didn't catch any valuable clues, so he all counted on Fan Pinjun.

The interrogation room next door was already ready, the people around Liu Chengshan greeted the room, and the two police officers standing in the corner of the room who had long been out of patience stepped forward to untie Fan Pinjun's shackles, and then punched Fan Pinjun's stomach, knocking all the words Fan Pinjun just said back into his stomach.

Fan Pinjun was completely dragged and thrown to the wooden rack of the interrogation room next door, and the relevant personnel were very skillful in nailing him to the cross like Jesus, yes, nailing, not tying. He picked off his cotton clothes and pants, and stuffed two walnuts into his mouth.

This is not to prevent Fan Pinjun from biting his tongue and committing suicide, but to prevent him from unconsciously biting off his tongue when he is tortured. The idea is completely different.

Fan Pinjun's two palms were directly pierced by iron nails and nailed to the wood, and blood was already dripping from above. And Fan Pinjun's screams can't make the people around him feel any pity.

Liu Chengshan's face showed a hint of happiness to relieve hatred.

Fan Pinjun shouted miserably, but the two interrogators in front of him turned up the flames of the stove without saying a word, and the other person was holding a gourd scoop and stirring a bucket of water fiercely. There was a leather whip braided with wire next to it, and the gourd was half a scoop of white salt.

Call the first interrogator by A, the man who was silently fiddling with the stove, while dropping the tongs, he pulled out a soldering iron from the stove, half a palm-sized piece of iron was connected to a thin iron bar, and A took the soldering iron and pressed it directly on Fan Pinjun's belly.

"Ah......h

Fan Pinjun's whole body writhed violently like a fish thrown ashore, and he didn't shout very loudly because of the walnuts in his mouth, but the whimpering sound was definitely a painful scream from his throat.

Interrogator B had already mixed water and salt at this time, and soaked the whip in the salt water, and when the power of the soldering iron was over, B walked in front of Fan Pinjun with the whip, and swung the whip to whip it down, during which he also dipped the whip in salt water from time to time.

After thirty beatings, Fan Pinjun's upper body was whipped to pieces.

The director of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Nanjing Police Bureau is surnamed Miao, and his name is Miao Kui. Only then did he push open the door and walk in, and A and B also stopped. Before entering the interrogation room, Fan Pinjun, who was dressed as Si Swenwen, was now a big change of 180°. The blood marks drawn from the leather whip were one by one, and the shirt on the upper body was also shattered by the whip, and the blood was about to completely stain the chest red. His whole body was as if he had been fished out of the water, and the ends of his hair and cheeks were not wet with the sweat from the pain caused by his torture, or the tears from his crying from the torture.

Miao Kui walked up to Fan Pinjun, "Fan Shusheng, let's talk about it, where did the monkey go?" What have you all done in this short period of time? ”

Fan Pinjun knew very well in his heart that if what he did was exposed, his life would probably be gone. He stared at Miao Kui blankly with a pair of small eyes for a long time, and didn't say a word.

Then Miao Kui sat back at the desk in the interrogation room, "This is still not enough." Do you feel that if you confess, your life will be gone? "Hou Liang has a sniper rifle in his hand, and the police station also knows about this news. Hou Liang had disappeared for a few months before, and the Nanjing Police Department thought that this guy had escaped early, but now it seems that Hou Liang did not hide out before, but hid in Nanjing.

"You listen to me, there are different ways to die, do you want a pleasure, or do you want to die?"

Fan Pinjun still bowed his head and remained silent.

Miao Kui sneered. He has been a policeman for so many years, and none of the criminals who have fallen into his hands can not speak.

Whips, soldering irons, sticking bamboo sticks and pulling fingernails are all common methods. It is the posting of officials and waterboarding that are the real torment.

The former only harms the body, while the latter affects the psyche. The feeling of suffocation and the feeling of drowning can destroy a person's consciousness.

There was also watering, covering the prisoner's nose with a towel, so that the prisoner could only open his mouth. Pouring a basin of cold water into it will make the victim's belly look like a pregnant woman in a short time. Then he slammed his stomach, and streams of water could gush out of people's mouths, noses, and even lower bodies.

And in addition to clean water, it can also be salt water and chili water......

"No one has ever survived three days in the interrogation room without speaking. What we do to you is just the beginning. ”

Liu Chengshan was very gentle when he spoke, but he looked at Fan Pinjun as if he was looking at a piece of rotten meat.

What can Fan Pinjun do? The fatigue of the previous day and night of interrogation had made him close to collapse, and now that this set of punishments has endured, Fan Pinjun really knows what life is better than death.

There is really a world of difference between dying cleanly and dying after being tortured.

Fan Pinjun is not a red martyr, even if the monkey is his own father, he does not have the strong will and nerves of the martyrs. So he truthfully explained what he knew. A sniper rifle, and Lao Liu's name......

Liu Chengshan suppressed his angry nerves, and looked at Fan Pinjun in front of him who was like rotten meat, this guy was also pitiful. He was put on a path by the monkey and left late.

"Okay, let him rest for a while." Although everyone was very angry that Fan Pinjun and Monkey were involved in the assassination of His Majesty the Emperor, this was too rebellious. But I also know that if Fan Pinjun dies, it will not be conducive to his future investigation. That Lao Liu is most likely a pseudonym, and Fan Pinjun himself did not join that organization, but his contact with the monkey has not been broken these days, and if he wants to find out the mouse, Fan Pinjun's confession is very important.

Liu Chengshan waved his hand, and let people help Fan Pinjun, whose face was full of tears and sweat. "Give him a good rest for a few hours and give him something to eat. I need to see his detailed statement by noon tomorrow. ”

Chen Ming, who was in the palace hall, soon received the news that the remnants of the Eight Banners were seeking to assassinate him, which made him sigh very much for the ambition of those ground rats.

"They still want to assassinate me, can they reach me?"

During the military parade, Chen Ming stood on the city tower and made a public appearance, but why didn't he believe that anyone could enter within a kilometer of the city gate tower with a sniper rifle?

In order to ensure that the sniper gun was as good as possible, the Assassin would need to continue to approach the gatehouse. He was holding a sniper rifle, not a dagger, how blind did the guards at the scene have to be to let him in? Moreover, the crowd around the city gate tower is all status, either the family members of officials, or representatives of outstanding workers, students, and teachers, but no one can add it casually.

Therefore, this assassination is nonsense.

But it wouldn't be nice if the target of this gang of rats was shifted to the people, or if it was for the purpose of destroying the holiday spirit.

It's just that this kind of thing can't make Chen Ming too angry, because don't do to others what you don't want to do, in the same way, you have already done it to others, so don't blame others for retaliating against you.

How many selfish methods Chen Han has put on the table in Europe over the years, it can make people look up in shame. Now it is only natural that the Europeans will turn around and take revenge on China.

However, for Chen Ding, the successor of the empire, this news made him irrepressible.

Emperor Lao Tzu can not care, but the emperor's son cares very, very much, after all, that day is the first day of his official ascension to the throne, and it is the day of the beginning of a new era in his life. If this kind of unpleasant thing broke out, it would not only slap him in the face, but also make his Lao Tzu's closing ceremony less beautiful. Besides, in order to show his filial piety, he must also show anger in the face of this news.

It's not easy to be a son, it's even more difficult to be a prince, and it's even more difficult to be the crown prince of a majestic emperor.

Chen Ding not only has to show enough knowledge in military and political affairs, but what Lao Tzu doesn't give himself, don't touch it; I have to think about the friendship between father and son all the time, and how to write the word 'filial piety'.

Therefore, Chen Ding immediately issued a strict order to Liu Chengshan, asking him to arrest all the key criminals who plotted against him before the sunset on the twentieth day of the lunar month.

It's not easy.

However, Liu Chengshan also believes that with the action of the police station, those remnants of the Eight Banners will definitely be worried. They don't know how many clues they've revealed. And did Hou Liang flee, or did he fight with those scum? Fan Pinjun insisted that Hou Liang had fled, and if Hou Liang really left, he still didn't leave after telling those scum of the Eight Banners, and now those scum will be up and down in their hearts, and they can't make up their minds.

The most important point is that Liu Chengshan couldn't catch mice before, because there were no coordinates. Now that Liu Chengshan has a coordinate, Hou Liang, even if this coordinate is now in a state of disappearance, Liu Chengshan can also catch some traces of targets according to the reactions of the neighbors in his hiding place during Hou Liang's days.

Anyway, compared with the original needle in a haystack, Liu Chengshan now is at least carving a boat for a sword.

Time has passed little by little, the New Year is approaching, and students in primary and secondary schools have already taken a vacation. It's just that during this year's winter vacation, many students, especially college students, did not go home immediately, but stayed in Nanjing.

For many people throughout the empire, the upcoming New Year is a very, very memorable day.

Especially the people in Nanjing, they don't know how much hair Liu Chengshan, Zhou Tiancai, and Gao Shida have lost in these days, they only know that day is coming......