The day before yesterday, the gangsters who infiltrated the mansion and plotted against each other were so tired that all the musicians suffered unjustified disasters, and the folk musicians who wanted to use the sycamore branch of the Hou Mansion to turn into phoenixes were all imprisoned. Although all the thieves were later arrested and killed, the suspicion of the musicians could not be easily dismissed.

The torture of these suspected prisoners does not need to be handled by the people in the shadows, and the arrest division on the bright side has already been reborn under the infiltration of the shadows, and now the arrest division is full of capable officials, and the lazy and lazy people dare not say that they do not, but the proportion is extremely low. The handling methods and articles of association have undergone reforms, the trial process has been recorded in detail, and the copywriting backup and guarantee have been sealed separately to pursue the original responsibility and put an end to unjust, false and wrongly decided cases.

The trial took several months, and the relatives and friends of each musician were summoned to check their confessions, verify their identities one by one, and only release them if they were all wrong. It should also be the creation of these folk musicians, who have accumulated virtue in their previous lives, and if they are replaced by other prisons in the empire, they will all be regarded as accomplices, and they will shed their skin before they die. Nowadays, it is impossible to be beaten into a trick as long as you are innocent, but there is no reason for such living crimes as inhaling some filthy and filthy gas in prison and feeding mosquitoes and lice with your blood.

Relying on the skills of the old woman, she captured an assassin who tried to kill herself, and although his jaw was torn open alive, he temporarily spared his life. The Assassin's will and tone were very tough, and even if he was stripped of his internal qi, cut off his limbs, scalded the wound with a soldering iron to stop the bleeding, and sprinkled with salt and spicy, he could keep his principles.

Survived the decade!

The people who tortured him in the shadows were forced to pour ginseng soup and tonic medicine every day, hanging his life.

The Assassin was a man of iron mind until this morning......

Wolf Secret Prison

Outside, the morning light poured in from the square window, which was less than a foot long and wide, and sprinkled on the wall two feet away, dragging out the slanting light and shadow. The morning light only lifted a trace of darkness, and the chamber was still pitch black and impossible to see.

He was in the dark depths, listening to the sound of foaming between his breaths, the severed limbs had long been numb, and the pain of that level could no longer shake him. At first, I would try to recall the good things in this life to comfort myself, but over time, I found that I could forget the desperate situation and pain I was in.

He had tried to hold his breath several times, but a silver needle had been inserted into his neck and nose, and he could no longer control his breathing and swallowing.

With the light outside, the stuffiness in the secret prison gradually increased, the pungency of the gold sore medicine mixed with the fishy smell of flesh and blood, and the stench of feces, urine and blood lingered, and the Chinese were nauseated.

There was the sound of footsteps in the darkness, each striking at his heart, and these days these demons had been tortured in new ways every day, and although he was gradually numb to the pain, he was far from being unmoved.

The bright light of the fire was the first to tear apart the dark and damp world, and the unique fragrance of the pine flame candle wafted after it was lit, and this smoky smell was like three spring flowers blooming in the bloody stench.

The tribulation is coming, but the assassin who previously pretended to be a middle-aged Le Ling still has the pleasure of lamenting that his eyes have not been gouged out and his nose has not been cut off, otherwise how can he see the light again and be "calm and leisurely"?

The inquirring man came slowly with a candlestick in his hand, but there were no heavy and complicated torture instruments in his hand, and he didn't know how to toss.

When he got close, he rested the menorah on a half-human torture instrument cast with steel nails. The orange candlelight reflected the captured Assassin, his severed torso and missing jaw tied to an iron chair to prevent him from killing himself. The eyes of the person who looked at him were scattered and numb, and if it were not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would really be no different from a dead man.

This interrogator was different from before, his eyes lacked the viciousness of a yin owl, and he did not look like a good hand who was used to torture. The prisoner only breathed a sigh of relief, but his mind was still alive, and he could not turn his neck, but could only glance at the person. Just now the candle flame was in his hand, the candle flame was dazzling, and he thought that there was nothing else in his arms, and at this time, under the protection of the candle flame, he found that he was holding a few rolls of paper in his arms with one hand.

The prisoner remembered

The wet paper stuffy slow Xing, couldn't help but secretly float a trace of joy in his heart, if he took the opportunity to suffocate himself, it would really end up a hundred. However, looking at his wide-sleeved and heavy clothes, it seems that he didn't even bring a basin of clear water into the cell, so he was a little disappointed! If you don't have clean water and wet paper, with a few pieces of dry and hard yellow paper, you can't cover your mouth and nose and breathe even if you stack ten or eight layers of water.

The facts were so different from what the prisoner had imagined that the interrogator had only shown him a few pieces of paper, but it was like a bolt from the blue to him. Missing limbs and a whole jaw, he was still whining and screaming, while pulling his sore body, longing to die with the person in front of him.

The interrogator didn't feel much in his eyes, and said calmly: "Brother Zhu Yu! This is your only turning point, you must calm down and clear your thoughts, and every next word is very likely to affect the decision-maker's choice and judgment of the whole situation." ”

Hearing that his real name was called, there was no trace of trill to hide the temptation between his tones, and he was calm and calm. The criminal Zhu Yu immediately knew that he could no longer defend himself on the first layer of his identity, and now there were only two choices: one was to resist to the death, but in this way, the mother-in-law and a pair of children who liked to cuckold their husbands in the family would be injured at least, and life would be worse than death. The two are naturally buyers of traitors and hired killers.

The choice between the two seems to be in the hands of the assassin Zhu Yu, but in fact, the real situation is a game between the Shenhua Marquis Mansion and the supporting forces behind his organization. Once there is a slight deviation between the facts and judgment, his family will be like relatives riding a withered leaf in the waves, and they will be ruthlessly swept into the whirlpool of power struggle.

......

South of the Golden Snow City, Qianzhang Pear Fang.

Qianzhang pear is one of the four major workshops in Jinxue City, and the other three squares are Wenli Fang, Huai'an Fang and Shenli Fang. Needless to say, there is a Shenhua Marquis Mansion and a City Lord's Mansion, and the rest of the mansions of dignitaries and dignitaries have been overshadowed for a while. The remaining three squares, one of which can locate the mansion, are also wealthy and expensive.

Qianzhang pear is similar to the situation of the other three squares, the streets and alleys are clean and elegant, the merchants and storefronts are scarce, and the hawkers who shout and walk the streets are even more extinct. However, the flow of people is not scarce, and most of the people who can walk around and even ride horses around the streets in this kind of place where the upper class gathers and live are not ordinary people, so although there are many people in the crowd, they are also afraid of each other, and it is better to let go of the boundaries where other ordinary people gather.

In one of the mansions, there is the word "Chen Mansion" on the black background on the plaque. The author's mind is restrained, these two words seem ordinary at first glance, the more I observe, the more I feel that the strokes between the changes are endless, this person has been pouring into the law for at least thirty or forty years.

The layout of the mansion is very different from that of ordinary mansions, there are no pavilions and pavilions, and there is no trace of the mountain pond garden, and the vast space of the mansion is covered with high walls and black tiles, and the whole mansion is separated by criss-crossing walls.

The central room is a foot wider than the rest of the rooms, but there are two tall wooden shelves for storing texts, one for red pages and the other for yellow pages, so that the space available for use is greatly reduced.

In front of a desk for review, a "young man" with long white hair sat flipping through a document that was either as thick as a book or only one page in his hand, and from time to time he sketched, circled, or added a few numbers with a vermilion pen. Behind him stood a twenty-eight-year-old woman, wearing a Luo skirt and a bun, who seemed to be this person's wife and concubine, who was carefully curling her husband's hair.

Someone outside the door entered with a stack of loose papers, this person was Tang Yuhua who interrogated the assassin Zhu Yu, he fell to his knees, and said respectfully: "See Lord Dusi for your humble position!"

The "young man" in front of the case is Chen Xuanjiang, the leader of the dark department who controls the two giants of Wolf Qi and Fox Jin, where Chen Xuanjiang is there, it is naturally the headquarters of the dark department, but the dark department is obscure and secret, and the headquarters is not located in the Shenhua Hou Mansion, which is surprising. Chen Xuanjiang has never liked Yixin

The distraction of the second use, his subordinates stood up after saluting, and he closed the text that he had not read and reviewed, and he would never allow himself to be negligent in his official duties.

Chen Xuanjiang knew that there would be something to gain here, so he said briefly: "Speak!"

Tang Yuhua cleared his throat slightly, and said loudly: "Assassin confession!" This person comes from the Burning Detachment on the edge of the imperial territory, with thousands of Burning Soldiers, who are burning and robbing horse thieves on the surface, but behind the scenes, he has cultivated many assassins who are good at assassination, clearing political enemies for the power that cultivated them behind his back, and also taking over Xiao Dan's personal vendetta. ”

The woman's hands behind Chen Xuanjiang were soft and white, and she was gently pinching Chen Xuanjiang's shoulders and neck at the moment, turning a deaf ear to the business in the mouths of the two men.

Chen Xuanjiang leaned back, let his head rest in the two soft and warm incense, and said coldly: "The little horse thief dares to stretch out his paws to the Shenhua Marquis Mansion?

Seeing that Chen Xuanjiang was not in a hurry to take care of official duties, the woman wrapped her arms around his neck, and the other hand reached into his arms, but she didn't dare to move.

Chen Xuanjiang smiled, grabbed the boneless little hand in the palm of his hand, and laughed with the woman: "As for the lord in the court who manipulated the dagger, let the red fox Zhang Luo ask his head back!"

The woman finally spoke, her voice like a jade wind chime, charming and graceful, but vigorous and crisp, and giggled: "Ajiang, you have a really good idea! The sisters of the red fox are tired of staying these days, and they just take the opportunity to turn the capital upside down!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that she had said the wrong thing again, and secretly lowered her head.

Chen Xuanjiang smiled and said: "What is it to stir up the realm where the emperor's children live? Our red fox's appearance and martial arts are indeed extremely obvious and easy to identify, and people with a discerning eye can recognize them at a glance, but so what, it is to wake up this group of rats and let them know that my Shenhua Marquis Mansion is by no means a soft persimmon that can be handled!"

Tang Yuhua's status in the wolf qi is not low, and his mind is also lively, feeling that although this move can deter a lot of Xiaoxiao, he faintly feels that it is inappropriate, but he knows that his status and words are not as good as this fox brocade leader who can cultivate yin and yang with Dusi, and he does not dare to draw snakes. Another incident in this case was raised: "Prisoner, beg for death." ”

Chen Xuanjiang picked up the book on the desk again, and said lightly: "You are quite compassionate. ”

Tang Yuhua fell to his knees, his knees hit the floor tiles hard, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he was extremely humble, and said: "The subordinates are only bent on inducing the prisoner to trust the truth, so they foolishly agreed to protect their family and save their lives......

Chen Xuanjiang laughed dryly, and the fox brocade woman on the side sighed in understanding: "It's quite troublesome if the status is high, and if you say a word by the way, you can also figure out a copy, alas, ......"

This sentence was originally Liu Longchi's mantra to ridicule Shen Huahou and a group of officials who were trying to figure out the thoughts of the master, but I didn't expect to hear another meaning from her mouth.

Tang Yuhua was in a trance, so he smelled Chen Dusi a little strict, and said: "I can see this little thing, old man, so that the good man of Wolf Qi will not suffer the stigma of dishonesty." Go and get a copy of Bliss for him, as for his family, I can only give you half a year at most, how many can I save, whether I can save it completely or not, it's all your Tang Yuhua's own ability. ”

"Thank you for your understanding!"

After Tang Yuhua left, the woman leaned on Chen Xuanjiang at will, lacking the awe of Chen Xuanjiang in front of the person, and the actual identities of the two seemed to be equal. The woman exclaimed, "These wolf cubs are interesting, old man!"

Chen Xuanjiang's skin was like condensed fat, but his eyes were no longer concealed, and he said, "Don't go to the ground earlier than our pair of old immortals!"

The woman suddenly giggled, jumped around to Chen Xuanjiang's table, slapped the table and said noisily: "I'm only seventy, not old!"

Chen Xuanjiang rolled his eyes, dismantled the stage and said: "My junior uncle, you are a discipline, serve the old and serve the old ......"

(End of chapter)

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