In 1917, the day after the Tang Dynasty tomb in Bailuyuan was stolen, in the city of Beijing restored by Zhang Xun, the pigtailed army was preparing for a decisive battle.

In the dark of night, Ye Kenan, the inspector of the Beijing Police Department, dressed in a black uniform, with a mustache and a saber stuck in his ribs, walked through the streets piled with sandbags and fortifications and walked into a prison under the banner of the Yellow Dragon. Every guard here recognized him and saluted the detective in the capital. And most of the felons were also caught by him himself. The warden and Ye Kenan are familiar with each other, and they are both classmates of the Higher Patrol Police Academy. Through a layer of iron-mesh glass, you can see the top cell opposite, which is used to inmate political prisoners.

"Qin Customs, fifty-seven years old; Qin Beiyang, 17 years old; Qi Yuanshan, seventeen years old. The warden dipped his finger in his spit and flipped through the roster, "All three are locked up in cell 414. ”

"They are not political prisoners. In today's world, only Qin Customs can build a tomb beast. I heard that Zhang Xun paid him 500 silver yuan, and promised him the position of tomb overseer - the same price as Yuan Shikai. All over the world, except for the royalists such as Kang Youwei, they all opposed the restoration. Zhang Xun wanted to build an imperial mausoleum for the twelve-year-old Pu Yi, so as to obtain the blessing of the Mandate of Heaven and let the Qing Empire live, he went crazy! ”

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, Ye Kenan is connecting with colleagues in the police circle to oppose the restoration, and the warden has already understood: "Kenan, as long as you say a word!" ”

"Okay, are there any other people being held on this level?"

"After Yuan Shikai's death last year, the floor for political prisoners was empty. By the way, two political prisoners came in this morning on charges of distributing leaflets against restoration in Tiananmen Square. The names of these two people are fake, and their real identities have not yet been found. ”

"What does it look like?"

"Both are in their twenties, one is slightly younger and strong, and the other is slightly older with a scar on his face."

"Scarred on your face?"

Ye Kenan's fingers shook slightly, and he touched his face, slowly scratching from the cheeks to the roots of his ears.

"That's pretty much it."

"Oops!"

The lights on the opposite floor of the political prisoners went out......

Qin Beiyang, who was locked up in cell No. 414, looked at the dark corridor and wondered if there was a power outage, or if there was a war outside? He felt a gust of wind, a familiar breath that made him stand up.

Qin Customs is sick, described as withered, full of gray hair, and will age a little more almost every day. Qi Yuanshan catches fleas all day long, killing one mosquito every minute, and his arms and back are covered with red lumps.

The iron door was opened.

There was no light, the face could not be seen clearly, only the outline could be seen, and this time it became two people, one tall and the other slender.

"Who?"

Before Qin Beiyang's words fell, the gust of wind blew in front of him, and his throat was held up by some sharp object.

Someone lit a match, Russian goods, the wooden stick is quite long, it can burn for a while, and it illuminates the faces of Qin Beiyang, Qin Customs, and Qi Yuanshan in turn.

The one on the left is as tall and burly as King Kong, no more than twenty years old; The one on the right looks to be twenty-six or seventeen years old, with a centipede-like scar on his fair cheeks.

Qin Beiyang knew this face.

Eight years ago, in the German Concession of Tianjin, on the night of late spring, the murder of the door case, the revenge of killing the father and the mother. This scar was given by the nine-year-old Qin Beiyang (then called Qiu Xiaogeng).

If it weren't for the fact that the sword had almost pierced the skin, Qin Beiyang would have grabbed a mouthful of saliva from his throat and sprayed it on the face in front of him. He swore that he would kill this man with his own hands.

On New Year's Day last year, he ran away in Xiangshan, and this time they met on a narrow road in Beijing Prison. He still came to take his own life. Death is death, Qin Beiyang is not afraid. It's a pity that I don't know why I died. Be an unjustly killed ghost, and you will have no face when you go to the underworld!

"Don't kill him!"

Qin Customs, who was so sick that he had no ability to resist, knelt on the ground and kowtowed and begged for mercy, hoping to save his son's life.

"I'm not here to kill you."

The Scar Assassin spoke, and his voice wasn't as intimidating as the face. On the other side, the strong assassin had pointed his dagger at Qi Yuanshan's neck.

Lao Qin weakly stood up against the wall: "You want to take us away?" ”

The two Assassins replied with a nod of their heads.

Qin Beiyang stared at the other party's face, as if he was about to pick out the eyes on the scar: "Okay, I'll go with you, but don't hurt my brother." Otherwise, I'll die. ”

The Scar Assassin agreed, and the strong Assassin withdrew the dagger and kicked the acupuncture point in Qi Yuanshan's neck, causing Qi Yuanshan to fall unconscious immediately.

The assassin took out two hemp ropes and tied the Qin father and son together, gagged with rags to prevent them from shouting.

Two assassins, tied up with a father and son, walked out of cell 414, where political prisoners were held.

Lao Qin's hands were tied behind his back, so he could only put his shoulders against his son, letting him know that his father would desperately protect him. The hallway was dim, with only moonlight pouring down from the bars.

Suddenly, a flashlight light appeared in front of him, and a man's voice sounded: "Stop! ”

Qin Beiyang was so stabbed that he couldn't open his eyes. Opposite was a police officer in a black uniform, holding a gun in his right hand, a flashlight in his left, and a grim face in his early thirties on top of his mustache.

Tonight, the prison guards were understaffed, and many people were requisitioned by the pigtails to maintain law and order in the streets, so that no one could be seen patrolling. Detective Ye Kenan bypassed the windy courtyard of the prison and climbed four flights of stairs. The iron door was open, and a faint smell of blood wafted from the depths of the dark passage, attracting a swarm of flies...... Case-handling experience has taught him that flies are the first detective in homicides, especially in the middle of summer. Sure enough, there was a corpse lying on the ground. The guard's throat had been slit open and blood was still spilling out. There was an iron door open in a cell behind the corpse, and it must have been the two "political prisoners" this morning.

Ye Kenan rushed to cell 414 and happened to bump into two assassins, as well as Qin Customs and Qin Beiyang's father and son, who were tied up.

A seventeen-year-old boy with rags in his mouth, struggling all over, his arm bleeding from the rope.

Tonight, Ye Kenan broke into the prison, and it was for him that he came.

Faced with the black pistol in the officer's hand, the two assassins did not act rashly, but they did not surrender easily, and the two sides fell into a death-like confrontation in the prison corridor.

There was another chaotic sound of footsteps behind him, and the warden came panting, raised his pistol and shouted: "Put down the murder weapon!" ”

Ye Kenan let out a slight sigh of relief, and two guns were pointed at the assassins, and they could be killed by pulling the trigger at the same time.

The assassin with the scar on the right side of his face is hesitating whether to break the net and shatter it, or to endure the humiliation and survive? He chose the latter, slowly lowering the dagger. The strong assassin next to him directly caused the dagger to fall to the ground, making a piercing sound of metal colliding. The handle of the ivory knife is exposed, and the pattern on the raden is not clear, most of which is still a comet hitting the moon.

Ye Kenan stared at the eyes above the scar and said, "Untie them!" ”

The two looked at each other for half a minute before the assassin slowly untied the ropes on the Qin father and son.

Suddenly, Qin Beiyang's eyes changed greatly, and he shouted: "Be careful!" ”

He saw an old man in black appear ghostly behind the warden, and the dagger silently circled his neck, severing the warden's trachea and carotid artery.

Ye Kenan flew and fired a shot in the back.

Qin Beiyang, who happened to loosen his tie, punched the scar-faced assassin hard, and the other party dodged lightly. Ye Kenan rolled on the ground twice, and had already turned over to the side of Qin's father and son, and fired a second bullet backwards, but unfortunately he couldn't aim at the target in the dark. The two assassins picked up the daggers, and the strong one stabbed Qin Customs in the chest with a backhand.

Blood sprayed on Qin Beiyang's face, and by the time he picked up the flashlight that had fallen to the ground, the assassin had disappeared around the corner of the corridor. The windows near the courtyard were open, and the iron railings had been broken—the third Assassin had infiltrated from here.

Three ropes hung from the roof of the building, one old and two young, and three assassins, who grabbed the ropes and climbed up to the roof of the prison.

By the time Ye Ke Nan pounced on the window, he tried to fire a third shot, but the assassins had disappeared without a trace.