Chapter 68, the fall of the "Donglin Party Reconnaissance Team".

Just as Yu Guozhen was looking around in the bustling Sanya Railway Station Square with a depressed heart, trying to find the connector who didn't know where he was, a dark-skinned little girl with a cage on his back suddenly reached out and pulled his sleeve:

“…… Brother Yu, now that we've arrived at the place, where are we going next? ”

“…… Shut up! Erdong, you idiot! How can it be like this, neither big nor small? How many times have you called me young master! ”

Yu Guozhen, who was still a little confused, was suddenly shocked when she heard this, and hurriedly knocked her on the head, while carefully observing the surroundings - fortunately, the other scholars and servants of the "Donglin Party Tour Group" were all curiously looking at the various shops and vendors in the station square at the moment, as well as the beautiful fountain in the center of the square decorated with colorful mosaic puzzles and marble fairy statues. No one noticed the insulting remarks of a certain little maid.

“…… Eh! It hurts...... Woo, it's all here, what kind of young master are you putting on! ”

Looking at the sickle, hammer flag and five-star red flag fluttering on the flagpole in front of the station, the little maid hugged her head and complained in pain.

So, she was hammered the head again.

- Speaking of which, Yu Guozhen rushed all the way from Jiangnan to Lingnan, and in addition to the two little maids, he actually took this servant girl with him. In the context of today's times, it is a strange thing in itself.

You must know that only in ancient times in martial arts novels will there be inns and restaurants everywhere, so that the chivalrous women who walk the rivers and lakes can be thousands of miles away from home and still be graceful. In the real ancient feudal society, that kind of long-distance travel through mountains and rivers was actually very dangerous and difficult, after all, in those days, the road was basically walked, communication was basically by roaring, there were barren mountains and mountains infested by bandits, and black shops that killed people and sold goods could be seen everywhere. If you don't have some self-defense skills, you may feed the wolves on the way at any time, or be robbed and killed by bandits and mountain people. And when women go far away, daily life is especially inconvenient - so in principle, women in ancient times tried not to go far away. Even if it is a wealthy family, unless there are noble ladies and young ladies traveling, it is unlikely that the children of gentlemen will take women with them when they go out. That's why there is a saying that the scholar is multi-talented, and he can sell his ass and serve as a concubine at night.

(Another reason is that the end of the Ming Dynasty coincided with the epidemic of the foundation culture, and for the lustful people at that time, it didn't matter if it was really a man or a woman.) ）

Although most of the members of the "Donglin Party Tour Group" who came to Lingnan were prodigals who had been eunuchs for generations and were extravagant, hungry ghosts who had slept with seven or eight girls in the house also abounded. But this time, when I wanted to go out to Lingnan to "spy on the relationship" and "open Australian meat" by the way, I still only brought a small servant to serve with me. Yu Guozhen was the only one who really traveled with his maidservant, so he attracted everyone's attention.

At the beginning, there were a few nosy scholars who were very interested in this strange thing, thinking that this maid was so charming and beautiful that she could fascinate young men like Yu Guozhen, the "Wuwei Little Tiger", so that they refused to part for a while...... Who knew that I was interested in finding an opportunity to come over and take a look, but I was very disappointed: I saw that this girl surnamed Dai was dry and thin, her skin was very dark, and her appearance could only be barely said to be delicate at most, except for her big eyes, she was almost featureless, I really don't know what Yu Guozhen liked about this little girl.

And, in the end, this is just a trivial private matter in someone else's family, so soon no one will pay attention to this little maid anymore.

However, judging from the words that this little maid said to Yu Guozhen in front of the train station just now, it seems that there is ...... What's the secret?

At this moment, a young Taoist priest with a goatee next to the fountain in the square, holding a gossip picture pennant in his left hand, and looking at a photo with his right hand by the light of the street lamp, finally made sure that he was not mistaken, and then strode in front of Yu Guozhen.

“…… Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! This young master is poor and polite. I saw that the Taoist priest first made a promise, and then began to be alarmist in a serious manner: "...... Forgive the poor Dao bluntly, the poor Dao looked at your face and found that your Yin Tang was black, but you have been losing virtue recently, and you are surrounded by mildew? ”

Judging from the above words alone, it seems that this is just an ordinary Taoist priest soliciting business, so Yu Guozhen also showed a bored look at first. But then the other party deliberately showed a black paper and a few gestures quietly, but Yu Guozhen's pupils shrank suddenly.

So, Yu Guozhen squatted on the Taoist priest's booth and muttered for a while, and finally bought a talisman and went back.

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Next, on the evening of the day when the "Donglin Party Tour Group" headed by Tongcheng celebrity Fang Yizhi arrived in Sanya, after having dinner at the only inn with food next to the station, Yu Guozhen suddenly felt "unaccustomed to the water and soil", and the abdominal pain was unbearable, and he was sent to the "Australian" hospital for treatment by the "enthusiastic" innkeeper. And the "loyal" little maid Dai Erdong naturally followed her young master to keep vigil and accompany her, wipe her sweat and serve tea.

However, not long after a day of train ride, the Donglin scholars, who were already very tired, fell asleep on the mats, but they were suddenly kicked open by a group of heavily armed "thieves" and arrested, and then they were all tied up with five flowers, covered with black cloth bags on their heads, and escorted out one by one. As for the few good people they hired with a lot of money, they were poured anesthetic gas into the house early. One of the swordsmen, who was standing vigil outside, was also overturned with a tranquilizer gun by the snipers who had already been arranged...... In short, they are all unable to protect themselves, and there is no way to be faithful to the Savior.

- Even the "chivalrous" of the 17th century, no matter how experienced he is, cannot withstand the high-tech means of 400 years later......

Then, after some rough driving, pushing and escorting, the black cloth bag on Fang Yizhi's head was finally untied.

Shaking his somewhat groggy head, Fang Yizhi looked around blankly, and found that he was standing in a brightly lit room, with walls except for the iron door behind it—this was not actually a real interrogation room, but just an idle utility room.

The various settings of the "normal" modern interrogation room to maximize the desperation of the prisoners, such as the dim and almost minimal lighting that seems to be dead, as well as the special walls with thick sponge soundproofing and the high ceilings overhead that increase psychological pressure, are not served here...... However, in the face of prisoners of today's level, there is no need for high-end interrogation skills.

Immediately afterwards, several soldiers in camouflage uniforms walked in through the doorway, carrying a table and chairs—apparently, not for him, the prisoner, to sit on. Next, a Ming Dynasty military general wearing silver armor and a bright red coat on his shoulders also walked in, sat down and said with a smile:

“…… Mr. Fang Mizhi of Tongcheng (Fang Yizhi is a wise table), in Lower Huangshi, has admired his name for a long time, but presumably you should recognize me, after all, aren't you specifically here for me? I have to say that you can still be so calm until now, which shows that Mr. Mizhi's title of celebrity is indeed well deserved - your friends, but all of them are colorless, they can't even speak, and even pull and urine in the crotch of their pants......"

With a smile mixed with disdain and pity, Huang Shi sighed and shook his head, "...... actually sent such a group of wastes to find trouble with the official, and even ran all the way to the boundary of Qiongzhou, aren't the princes of Donglin blind? ”

——A mere lowly martial artist who colluded with barbarians and harmed the common people, he dared to violate ethics and despise the noble children of scholars, this kind of rebellious remarks made Fang Yizhi, who has always regarded himself as the pride of the sky, feel full of anger, how could he still stuff a ball of linen in his mouth, no matter what he wanted to express, he couldn't say coherent words, so he had to make a whining sound to vent his anger and dissatisfaction.

“…… Is Mr. Miyuki in a hurry to have something to say? As it happens, I also have some things I would like to ask Your Excellency. Syllable! ”

Huang Shi snapped his fingers with a flirtatious expression and commanded the soldiers, "...... Bring me the things and wait for Mr. Fang to tell the truth! ”

Listening to the shameless words of the traitor in front of him, Fang Yizhi calmed down, determined to keep the secret, and scolded this despicable man to his face, so that the vulgar martial artists could take a good look at what is called the iron backbone of our generation of scholars, and what is the heroic righteousness of scholars!

Then, he personally experienced the latest interrogation methods of these "thieves" - there was no torture and torture, just a soldier opened a certain rattan box, took out a strange little black box (Doraemon magic prop [Honest Radio Wave Generator]) from it, put it next to his face, and then dug out the sackcloth stuffed in his mouth, Fang Yizhi couldn't control his mouth anymore, and said everything in a word.

What kind of sorcery is this? Damn it! What an evil existence these thieves are!

Fang Yizhi felt deep fear from the depths of his soul, but he had to desperately reveal everything he knew......

After another three days, Wang Qiu finally took the time to read the summary report on the case in addition to all the complicated things.

“…… Actually sent such a bunch of unreliable gentlemen to throw themselves into the net? Isn't the Donglin Party afraid that the meat buns will beat the dogs, and there will be no return? ”