[Three days before death]
"Has the prisoner been recruited?"
"No way."
[Two days before death]
"Have you recruited?"
"Not recruited yet."
"How much time do we have left? Or... change the criminal law?"
"Go and ask Leader Lin for instructions."
"I'm not going, you go."
"I've apologized twice, now it's your turn."
[The day before death]
The Wulin League has been worrying for the past few days.
Since the emperor committed suicide on the throne, the bloody dragon chair has become the object of their desperate struggle with the Pioneering Team.
The Wulin League supported the crown prince, but the Pioneer Group claimed to rescue the kidnapped prince.
The two sides have fought many battles, beheaded each other, plundered many prisoners, and tortured many intelligences.
Various tactics and anti-tactics are inseparable. If you win one city today, I will take back two cities in the future. Evenly matched, you can only count on the opponent to die first.
Most of the once fertile land of Great Liang was covered by gunpowder smoke.
Everyone hopes for a quick battle, and everyone is unwilling to lose.
At this moment, they caught Tan Qinghuan.
[The day before death]
Tan Qinghuan was different from the previous captives.
Leader Lin said, this is a very important person, VVIP.
Before Tan Qinghuan traveled to Great Liang, she was majoring in the history of war. She was recruited by the Pioneering Group as a military adviser. Not only did she know the top secrets of the group, but she even participated in making all the strategic deployments—which route the army would take on which day, and how many places to set up. Ambush, release poisonous smoke...
It is strange that such a person would be arrested alone.
What was even more strange was Leader Lin's sudden sense of crisis.
It is said that after this person was caught, leader Lin blurted out: "This is the last way of life pointed out by God." He immediately issued a death order. No matter what method is used, he must pry open the prisoner's mouth as soon as possible, otherwise he will raise his head to see him.
So everyone didn't know why, and at the same time, they felt like they were facing a big enemy.
[The day before death]
As the VVIP of the frontier group, Tan Qinghuan has already received anti-interrogation training. Threats and lures are all ineffective, three needles are inserted between the nails, and the brows are not frowned.
Putting three needles here is actually nothing. The most professional thing of the Wulin League is beating people.
All the heroes here are strong enough to kill a cow with a single slap.
There are also allies with more sinister means, a thin stream of true energy penetrates into the body, and can strangle a person's intestines inch by inch.
However, these criminal laws cannot be enforced.
Because Tan Qinghuan is a woman.
A woman who can't fight.
Ordinary torture couldn't help her, and she couldn't survive any more severe torture.
With the order of the leader above their heads, the heroes were getting thinner and thinner day by day, so they had to lock them up and starve for a few days to see the situation.
After being so hungry until today, she finally died.
[die]
"..."
Lin Kai couldn't believe it: "How can I tell this story?"
[die]
The hero wiped his sweat and said, "Tao, doctor Tao went to rescue him."
[die]
Tao Zhongchi carried the medicine box out of the room where Tan Qinghuan was held alone, and said in a low voice, "She was rescued temporarily, but she was too seriously injured and would not live long."
Lin Kai glared at the interrogator's subordinates, and Tao Zhongchi hurriedly added: "It's not a new injury, it seems to be an internal injury from a horse's hoof when he was captured. When the two armies fought, they probably didn't know that she was a military adviser, and they didn't hold back."
"Why would a military division go to the front line?"
Tao Zhongchi said softly, "I'm a doctor, so I don't analyze this."
Lin Kaidao: "Doctor, analyze how long she can last."
Tao Zhongchi said: "The injury is in the viscera, and these days have been delayed. Today's fate cannot be changed. I can keep her for another twelve hours at most."
The cold sweat that everyone just wiped off suddenly flowed down again.
Twelve o'clock, that is, one day.
[Twelve hours before death]
Lin Kai looked at the sky, the sun had just set in the west, and the bloody afterglow was like a bad omen, splashing half of the sky.
Lin Kai was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Does she know?"
Tao Zhongchi said, "I didn't tell her."
Lin Kai said, "Very well, don't tell her."
When a man knows he is in a coffin, there is no more bargain to be negotiated.
[Twelve hours before death]
Lin Kai originally planned to wear down the captive's will slowly and lock her up so that no one can see her, but now he can't control that much anymore, and now people are sending porridge and medicine, and hang one life first. He went back to his room, changed into new clothes, picked out a folding fan, and came back gracefully.
Leader Lin went out in person.
When the supreme leader came on stage, the threats he could export and the promises he could make suddenly rose to a higher level. What's more, he was in the prime of his life, and he even got a hairstyle while picking out the folding fan.
The heroes dutifully waited outside the door for news.
[Eleven and a half hours before death]
Leader Lin came out.
"Did she recruit?"
"..."
Leader Lin has a bad face. No one dared to say anything.
Lin Kai paused, and said, "But she asked to see someone, so you can call for me."
"Which person?"
"Landlord."
[Eleven and a half hours before death]
The landlord is drinking in the courtyard.
During the war, the residence was uncertain, sometimes it was a post station in the city, and sometimes it could only rely on a tent to keep out the wind. Therefore, the landlord cherishes every opportunity to drink while paralyzed on a deck chair.
What's more, there is an expressionless Zuo Yunqi at the side, holding a jug to refill his glass. The landlord felt more relaxed.
It was at this time that he received the message from Lin Kai. After listening to the report, the landlord squinted his eyes slightly drunk, and said, "Oh, Tan Qinghuan, the military advisor of the Pioneering Group."
Zuo Yunqi said: "You know her?"
The landlord asked, "Who is she?"
[Eleven and a half hours before death]
The landlord leaned on the crack of the door and peeked inside.
Tan Qinghuan suffered serious internal injuries, and the Wulin League put her on the bed to show her sincerity.
Tan Qinghuan was half-sitting under the quilt, her face was as pale as paper, and she was asleep with her eyes closed. She—or the body she wears to occupy—is a bit older, with her thin lips tightly closed, making her look even more unpredictable, which is very suitable for the identity of a bad-tempered military adviser.
The landlord finished peeping, turned around, shook his head and said, "I really haven't seen it before."
Lin Kai, who was waiting outside, said, "Then why did she ask to see you by name alone?"
The host said: "To be honest, the ladies who want to see me by name have been queuing up until next year. Maybe she has heard too many stories about me, and she can't help but fall in love with her. She ran to the front of the battle just to see me..."
Lin Kaidao: "Be serious."
"I really can't remember. Why don't you let me play her words?" The landlord reached out to push the door, but Lin Kai blocked him decisively: "No, you should think about it carefully. This is a critical moment of life and death, and you need to be knocked down with one move." Pioneer team, don't open the door if you are not fully prepared."
"..."
[Eleven hours before death]
The owner still doesn't remember.
"When did she meet me? I'm also considered a military advisor in the Wulin League, and she's been fighting secretly? Or do I look like her long-lost...brother? Eldest nephew?"
The more he said, the more outrageous Zuo Yunqi said suddenly, "I have an idea."
The landlord said: "Speak."
Zuo Yunqi said: "Before you wore it, what was the name of the original owner of this body?"
The host narrowed his eyes.
The landlord said: "Good question."
"..."
Zuo Yunqi asked again: "What does he do?"
The landlord said: "I know this, he is a candidate from a small town, he went to Beijing to be a low-level civil servant, and then... Then I came."
Zuo Yunqi said: "Which town? Has Tan Qinghuan been there?"
The landlord said: "Good question."
"..."
[Ten and a half hours before death]
The landlord said: "We found out, his name is Jing Huanzhi. Tan Qinghuan has indeed been to his hometown, and he has stayed there for several years."
"..."
Zuo Yunqi frowned and said: "Your intelligence network can even find out who the magistrate of a certain county in a certain state stole from a wife eighteen years ago, but you still don't know the original name of your body?"
The host touched his nose and said, "I deliberately didn't know."
"why?"
The host lowered his eyes casually.
"I always feel that once I know the past story of this body, I will be farther away from this world."
[Ten and a half hours before death]
After Tan Qinghuan came here, in order to avoid the pursuit of the time-travelers by the court at that time, she fled to Jing Huanzhi's town and lived for several years. A few years later, when Jing Huanzhi went to Beijing to rush for the exam, she also disappeared without a trace, and when she reappeared, she had joined the Pioneering Group.
The puzzle finally has a direction to be solved—the two probably know each other, and the relationship is intriguing.
The night swirls down like a flock of crows, covering the restless land.
The intelligence network reorganized by the landlord was dispatched in this darkness.
They are either the elites in the league with outstanding martial arts and intelligence, or the scouting masters with extraordinary talents.
But when they actually found Jing Huanzhi's relic, it was several hours later.
[Eight hours before death]
What the spies sent back was a letter, a letter that had been forgotten in a corner of the post warehouse.
The letter was sent from the capital to Tan Qinghuan by Jing Huanzhi after he entered Beijing. When it was sent to his hometown town, Tan Qinghuan seemed to have left, so it was returned to the post station and survived to this day.
The landlord opened it and looked at it, and then shouted a headache: "Come here for a translator, the kind that removes the meaning."
Zuo Yunqi took it silently.
"He said that he has become an official. Although his position is not high, he hopes that he can benefit the people in the future and live up to his original promise... But recently, he often feels in poor health, and he deeply feels that it is a blessing. I was chatting with a friend the day before yesterday and heard that There are often newly dead people in Beijing who are possessed by souls from other worlds. He said that if such a strange thing happened to him one day, he hoped that the person Tan Qinghuan had talked about would occupy his body. Glad."
The landlord has captured a new key word: "Who is that person?"
Zuo Yunqi shook his head to express his ignorance, and continued to translate: "Then he said, these words are too ominous, as if a flag of death that Tan Qinghuan said was planted, so pull it out quickly. Wish her well. It's gone."
Zuo Yunqi raised his head.
Zuo Yunqi said: "What is the flag of death?"
[Eight hours before death]
The landlord said: "There are some special sentences, which are easy to die after speaking. We call it flagging. For example, 'this mission can be completed and you can retire'."
Zuo Yunqi said: "Isn't that the death card you invented?"
"..."
Zuo Yunqi clapped his hands together: "Tan Qinghuan also mentioned it to others, which means that she knew you before wearing it!"
The landlord said: "Impossible. Before I wore it, I was busy making money all day long, so I didn't have time to pay attention to this kind of shit. After I came here, I was idle and bored. But I understand why she wants to see me."
"why?"
The landlord said: "She has an old acquaintance in another world, and she talked with her about planting flags. After she transmigrated, she seemed to have talked about that old acquaintance with Jing Huanzhi. As a result, Jing Huanzhi was worn by me, and I Selling the card of death, all kinds of coincidences made her really think that I was that person—so obsessed, the relationship is intriguing."
Zuo Yunqi said: "Then is she intriguing with Jing Huanzhi, or with this person?"
The landlord said: "... two together?"
"..."