A faint light shone on the table, and a man crouched in front of the desk, where he was doing business, and there was no light in sight outside the window.

"Bell, bell, bell......"

After several bells rang in succession, the person who had been busy with official business struggled to suppress the yawn that was about to be typed, and leaned back towards the document. At this moment, the intercom phone "squeaked".

"Hey, Your Excellency, it seems that the police have been dispatched tonight...... It seems to be an order from the Bureau of Investigation. ”

The voice on the phone only made Song Jiaoren stunned, after hearing this call, he was almost used to opening the notepad, and when he saw today's schedule, it seemed that there was no record of this matter.

"Do you know what's going on?"

While flipping through the notepad, Song Jiaoren asked.

"I don't know, but it doesn't seem to be martial law, but checkpoints have been set up at many intersections, and every vehicle and pedestrian who enters and exits is strictly checked."

Of course, there will be no martial law, martial law in Nanjing, unless it is a direct order of His Majesty, otherwise, it is simply impossible, no ministry has this power, except for the governor of Joseon, Yuan Shikai, who declares martial law in the capital at every turn.

"You go and ask now, give me a clear idea of what the police department is doing, whose orders they are on, and who signed the orders......"

The voice of great authority sounded from Song Jiaoren's mouth, as the Minister of the Interior, he may not have direct management power over the provincial police, but he has nominal management power, and now the police in Nanjing have made such a big move, and they don't even say hello to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which really makes him feel a little disgusted.

"No, let's go see it for yourself."

After hanging up the phone, Song Jiaoren muttered softly again.

"Well, it's better to go in person, rest assured"

A few minutes later, a car drove out of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, driving along the road with dim street lights, there are no residential areas on both sides of this street, most of them are government agencies, after driving into Jiangsu Road, by the light of the street lamp, Song Jiaoren saw that a checkpoint was indeed set up at the corner of the street, the so-called strict inspection is not excessive, in addition to the police, you can also see the agents of the Imperial Bureau of Investigation using a checkpoint to check the car under the car, the way to distinguish the police from the investigation bureau is very simple, the police also have civilian clothes, but the police do not wear the national flag armband, Officers wear weapons, but they don't wear automatic weapons, police ...... Of course, the most significant difference is that the people in the Bureau of Investigation are generally crabs and are overbearing.

"Bureau of Investigation"

Thinking of the contradiction between the investigation bureau and the local police, Song Jiaoren sighed helplessly, the Ministry of the Interior is in charge of the police department, but the ownership of the police in China belongs to the local government, and the central government has no right to transfer, and there is only one investigation bureau that can be dispatched, and the investigation bureau is in the hands of the Ministry of Justice.

"Parking"

As soon as the car stopped, Song Jiaoren saw three policemen and two detectives from the Investigation Bureau walking to the car, standing on the left and right, and then the lights of several flashlights shone into the car.

"This is the Home Secretary's car"

After rolling down the window, the driver took out the pass while explaining.

Song Jiaoren, who was sitting in the back seat, rolled down the window and looked at the police outside the car and asked.

"Who told you to set up a checkpoint here?"

"Sir, it's the ...... of the Investigation Bureau"

Before the police could explain, agents from the Bureau of Investigation approached.

"Sir, Your Majesty signed the Security Ordinance three hours ago, and according to the regulations, ......"

What the

His Majesty signed the security regulations

Hearing this, Song Jiaoren couldn't help but be surprised, how could Your Majesty ...... Song Jiaoren, who was in astonishment, didn't hear what the detective said at all, only the Ministry of Justice, the Governor, and the like.

"Z"

Striking a match, Zhang Feng lit a cigar cigarette, took a deep breath, choked tears almost didn't come out, it was not easy to get used to it, he walked to the window, looked out the window, tonight is destined to be an unpeaceful night.

Five hours ago, at his strong request, His Majesty signed the Security Regulations, which were implemented to prohibit secret associations, illegal substantiation, and the printing of books and propaganda materials that instigated the Inner Luàn, and this was not the core of the Security Regulations, the real core was to prohibit the inhabitation of those who obstruct the peace within 24 kilometers of the cities above the municipal level, in order to expel them from the cities, and thus pave the way for the constitution.

"If anyone resists the order, he can be killed."

With a calm heart, Zhang Feng's mind came up with the secret order he signed, not only that, outside the city, the army also set up telephone lines, the military police were also equipped with troops everywhere, the army hospital was also ready to rescue the wounded, and there were as many as 3,595 people who would be "moved" from Nanjing City, and if their families were added, there would be as many as 10,000 people, most of these people were well-known civil rights activists, and they hoped to ......,

Leaning back on the back of the chair, Zhang Feng, who looked a little heavy, closed his eyes......

On the road leading to the outside of the city, a car drove quietly, on the road through the special military prison, Song Jiaoren sat quietly in the car without saying a word, he didn't know why, he would choose to go to that place, at this time, the shadow of that person appeared in his mind, although the two had never met, but at this time, he came here to meet such a "traitor......

Nanjing Special Military Prison once held a large number of famous prisoners, the former Qing Dynasty's Empress Dowager Xi, Guangxu, and a prince, Baylor, some people went to the execution ground here, some people wanted to wear through the prison here, of course, there are also some people, from here to freedom.

In the middle of the night, guards move back and forth in Ward A, where high-ranking political prisoners are held, and there is a clear difference between the high-level political prisoners and the ordinary cells, in addition to toilets and separate showers, there is even a living room, and of course few people can visit them here.

Seven steps from the mén mouth to the window, and seven steps from the window to the mén mouth.

For the famous man who had been in exile, he walked back and forth on the floor of this cell many times, unable to sleep late at night, smoking a cigarette and listening to the footsteps coming from outside the mén, where the guards of the "** regime" were walking around.

Walking to the window and looking at the starry sky through the small window, he couldn't help but sigh......

All time stands still here, although there is no stench in an ordinary prison, but it is extremely lonely here, although there are many prisoners here, but no one can talk about it, even when the wind is out, if someone talks about it, except for the shouts of the guards, in the next few months, he will lose the opportunity to let off steam, and can only walk in this room with only seven steps every day.

How many times has this lost time to let off steam?

He can't remember clearly, now he is completely isolated from the outside world, in order to pass the time, he concentrates on practicing jīng Shen calligraphy, and insists on running in place for one or two hours every day, bending over hundreds of times. Now he is no longer anxious about the solitude of prison life, and he is sure that he has adapted to prison life.

"Boom"

Suddenly, the mén of the cell opened, and it was a young man who walked in, he looked very young, looking at the young man who walked in, he was stunned, who is this? It seems to be somewhat familiar, and it seems to be ......

"Mr. Sun"

Walking into this humble living room, Song Jiaoren said politely.

"Song Yuchu?"

Finally, he remembered the young man in front of him, with whom he had met when he had just returned to China a few years ago.

"Are you still comfortable here?"

Looking at this "** leader" who was in prison, which can be described as having a mixed reputation, Song Jiaoren asked.

Adapt?

Song Jiaoren's question only stunned him for a moment, and then he closed his eyes.

"I want to say adaptation, but I think you'll think I'm lying"

He replied truthfully that this prison was different from any prison, he was more like ......

"Since I was in prison, I felt that an hour here was so long, and every hour was more difficult than a whole day or a week, but I have come here......"

After a pause, he said again.

"The word 'adaptation' is misused. I can't fit into an environment that I hate, and to adapt is to give in. I'm dealing with it. Every moment passes very slowly, but it always passes."

His words were full of affirmation and confidence, and when he raised his eyes again, the gleam in his eyes only made people stunned.

"Here, only an indomitable will helped me in this ordeal. Without its help, I wouldn't be able to survive today. ”

"That ......"

Shen yín, Song Jiaoren looked at the obviously much older person in front of him.

"Why don't you write a letter of repentance? ...... year Quite a few people have written about it, and now they have all ......"

After being imprisoned for a year or two, one after another, some people chose to write a "letter of repentance" and leave the prison, but the person in front of him has never made such a choice, compared to those people, this can't help but make people ......

"What about you? Why come here? ”

Interrupting Song Jiaoren's words, he asked rhetorically, and at the same time used this to hide his inner uneasiness, since the "Shanghai Incident", almost every month, someone will write a "letter of self-repentance" to get out of prison, and those guards will always send a letter of remorse to him, and even many of them are the "strong-willed" ** comrades he thinks, and even his cronies and comrades, and the sentences and sentences of the "words of self-repentance" in those self-regret books are even more piercing. ,

"I don't know, sir, I know that today ......"

Hesitating, Song Jiaoren looked at the pretending strong man in front of him, and when he saw him for the first time, he was surprised by his old age, haggardness, and nervous action, but now it seems that he may be old, haggard, and nervous in action, but the only thing that has not changed is the perseverance shown in his eyes.

"The Constitution of the Country Will Be Determined"

"Oh?"

His brows jumped slightly, he looked at the person in front of him in surprise, did he come to tell himself about it?

"The constitution of the country will be decided, this ......"

Shen yín for a moment, he spat out a word that Song Jiaoren couldn't believe.

"That's a good thing"

Meddlesome?

Song Jiaoren looked at the person in front of him in surprise, was he talking back? In his understanding, he should be......

"If I'm not mistaken, this constitution should be a King James Constitution."

His rhetorical question made Song Jiaoren surprised again, and his surprise fell into his sight, which only made him smile in his heart, sure enough, the experience of many exiles in Japan made him understand the Japanese constitution, and the Japanese constitution is the King James Constitution, a constitution designed to maintain the emperor's power, not to protect the rights of the people, and now Song Jiaoren came to him, I am afraid that he has this concern in his heart, or it is worry.

In an instant, he realized that maybe this was a turning point in his situation, if ......

"It's not bad to have a King James Constitution."

He looked at Song Jiaoren, suppressed the movement in his heart, and said slowly.

"Japan's strength is also based on the King James Constitution"

When mentioning Japan, he couldn't help but think of the Sino-Japanese war he saw in the newspapers, and he was really shocked by China's defeat of Japan and forced Japan to cede land, pay reparations, and even give up the country's crushing defeat, although he didn't want to admit it, but deep down he couldn't help but admire the "single husband", although he was dissatisfied with him in one way or another, but what he could do was not something that others could do, at least he knew that he couldn't do it, at least in such a short period of time, he couldn't do it.

"Whether it is the King James Constitution or the People's Constitution, the final result is for the strength of the country, the Constitution, what is the source, nothing, only what we need to care about is whether to respect and abide by the Constitution, otherwise, it is better to have a constitution than no constitution, and the constitution that is not obeyed by others is one, but its harm is far greater than this, and it is only afraid that it will lead to changes in the country's non-law-abiding degree."

Frowning, Song Jiaoren looked at him in front of him, and couldn't figure out why he could look at this matter so plainly? Didn't he have ...... Just when this thought rose in his heart, from his eyes, Song Jiaoren saw a trace of strangeness, which was an indescribable look.

In an instant, Song Jiaoren understood what he meant, didn't he see the danger that the King James Constitution might bring? No, he saw it, but why did he advocate the "King James Constitution"?

benefit

In the final analysis, it is for the sake of profit, and if the "King James Constitution" causes húnluàn, or even dàng, who can benefit from it at that time? Maybe for the person in front of him who is in a cage, he will be able to profit from it, and even ...... But how did he get out of here?

No, he doesn't need to leave here once the King James Constitution causes a stir, then, those people naturally need a leader, and who is more suitable than such a "** leader" who is unrepentant and uncompromising?

Thinking of this, looking at the person in front of him, in Song Jiaoren's heart, the original trace of respect slowly faded, looking at him, Song Jiaoren said slowly.

"Tonight, many people have been sent out of Beijing"