"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful of the fire candles!"
"To prevent thieves and burglars, close the doors and windows!"
"It's midnight..."
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The moon is dark and the wind is high, the sky of murder and arson.
The clouds were thick and the stars were hidden, covering the moon, and the whole capital was shrouded in a thick layer of darkness. Tomorrow will definitely not be a sunny and good weather, but for others, tonight is a rare good time.
In the middle of the night, in the capital, no matter whether it is ordinary people or powerful families, all have turned off their lights and gone to sleep. The watchman beat the gong and walked slowly through the street.
From time to time, a group of street patrolling soldiers hurried past, their armor and weapons colliding, making a clanging sound, but neither the watchmen nor the soldiers noticed that countless ghostly figures were passing quickly above their heads.
A noble mansion.
In the quiet mansion, there were suddenly a few barking dogs, and a nurse opened his sleepy eyes and murmured: "It's midnight, what's it called, I'll kill the stew tomorrow!"
Having said that, he got up and opened the door, intending to go and have a look.
In the courtyard, in the night, a black shadow cast an indifferent glance at the vicious dog opposite, the vicious dog stopped barking immediately, and ran back to the den with its tail between its legs.
The guard who had put his hands on the latch listened with squinted eyes, shook his head again, and returned to the room sleepily.
In a room in the courtyard, another figure covered in a cloak patted the face of the sleeping man on the bed, "Wake up..."
The man opened his eyes, his face was so terrified that his acupuncture points were tapped, and he couldn't move his body or speak, and he was wrapped in a big bag.
The figure carried the bag, walked into the courtyard, leaped lightly, and jumped onto the courtyard wall. The figure in the courtyard glanced at the kennel, and then retreated.
In the night, there was more than one silhouette carrying a big bag in a hurry, and people came from all directions, and finally, they all gathered in the same courtyard.
The slovenly old man took a glance and said, "Click a little, is everyone here?"
One counted the number of people, and respectfully said: "There should be forty people, but there are actually thirty-eight people, and there are still two people on the way, please give instructions, senior!"
"Here we come!" The voice fell, and two large bags were thrown in from the outside.
The slovenly old man walked back into the hall, pulled a chicken leg, took a bite, and said, "Your own person, he is responsible for himself."
There are quite a few rooms in the courtyard, everyone in groups of two, picked up the wriggling bags in the courtyard, and picked a room to enter.
some room.
The man sitting in front of the table looked at the figure kneeling below, and asked in a deep voice, "Name?"
"You, who are you?" Tang Xia, a man wearing only a single liner looked terrified, "Why did you bring me here?"
The man asked again: "Name?"
"You guys, do you know who I am? You arrested me, don't even think about escaping from Kyoto!"
Behind him, a man kicked him impatiently, "I'm asking you something, be honest, don't play tricks!"
Although the man kneeling there was full of fear, he was stronger than others. In order not to anger these villains, he could only answer honestly: "Wei Qi."
"Official position."
"The Ministry of Industry..., Minister of the Ministry of Industry."
The man above glanced at him and said, "Speak out about whatever bad things you have done."
The man named Wei Qi looked up, then lowered his head, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about?"
"Be lenient when you confess, and strict when you resist." The man in the cloak reminded: "For example, you, the Qin family, and the Cui family did those dirty things, tell them in detail."
Wei Qi trembled, raised his head, and said helplessly, "What are you trying to do by arresting me? I really don't know what you are talking about!"
The man in the cloak turned his gaze to the other person and said, "Don't waste time, do it."
"You, you want..., ah!"
The man named Wei Qi fell to the ground before he could finish his sentence. His skin was exposed, his veins were bulging, his forehead was sweating profusely, and his body was twitching uncontrollably. Obviously, he was in extreme pain.
The man squatted down and asked, "Do you want to talk?"
"I..., I don't know..., I don't know what to say!"
The man didn't ask any more, but reached out and touched a certain part of his body again.
This time, the veins under his skin began to throb, like writhing earthworms, which was extremely terrifying. At the same time, from time to time, his throat let out a low growl of extreme pain, with tears streaming down his face. When the man asked the question, he immediately said: "I said, I said, I said everything..."
The man stretched out his hand and tapped him twice. The clothes on Wei Qi's body were already soaked, and his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water. He was lying on the ground, gasping for breath.
The man shook his head and threw the pen and paper in front of him: "It would be great if you didn't cooperate so early, be honest, don't try to fool us, we all know your background, if you dare to write a lie, just now Taste, let you taste enough."
Wei Qi quickly turned over, grabbed the pen, and quickly wrote on the paper. If he confessed those things, he might lose his official hat or die, but if he didn't confess, he would suffer worse than death!
Even if it is death, he is not willing to experience the torture just now...
Another room.
"Don't tell me, right?" The masked man stood up, looked at the figure kneeling in the room, walked two steps, and said to the other person: "Do it!"
The man froze for a moment, and asked, "What kind of hands are you moving?"
The masked man said: "Let him taste the taste of a broken hand."
The man looked at him, and murmured, "I don't know how to do it."
The masked man was also stunned, "Then what will you do?"
The man shook his head and said, "I practice serious kung fu, not this kind of method..."
The masked man sat down again and said, "Then I don't care. I caught the man, and the interrogation is yours. If you can't get through the interrogation, my points will not be deducted."
"You!" The man glared at him, but he felt a little helpless. He looked down at the panic-stricken man kneeling on the ground, and exclaimed, "Man is not a good thing, but he looks pretty..."
He looked up at the masked man and said, "Dodge it."
After speaking, he began to take off his pants.
The kneeling man's complexion changed drastically, and he said in a trembling voice, "You, what are you doing..."
"you… "
"Don't..., let me go, I said, I said everything!"
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The man shook his head regretfully, put on his pants, looked at the masked man, and said, "The interrogation is over."
the rest of the room.
"We won't wrong a single good guy, and we won't spare a single bad guy..."
"You have the right to remain silent, and I have the right to beat you until you are not silent."
…
A few months ago, the case of Shuangshuang girls in Miaoyin Pavilion was a hot topic in the capital. , built a shrine for her.
In order to thank Miss Shuangshuang for her contribution, people came from far away places to worship, so that in the ancestral hall of Shuangshuang girl, incense and tributes were constantly burning. Every morning, before the ancestral hall opened, there were countless people in front of the gate. Line up and wait for the manager to open the ancestral hall.
Today is also an ordinary morning.
Yawning, a yamen servant opened the gate of the ancestral hall, didn't go in to take a look, and left in a daze.
His daily duty is to open and close the door, it is still early, and it is only reasonable to go back and catch up on sleep.
Everyone lined up and walked in, holding incense tributes in their hands. As soon as they stepped into the courtyard, they saw an unexpected scene.
According to the usual practice, before entering the ancestral hall, one must first worship in front of the stone tablet in the courtyard.
But at this time, a group of figures, tightly tied with ropes, knelt in front of the stone tablet, motionless.
In front of each of them, there is a piece of paper, which is pressed by a stone.
There are densely packed small characters on the paper, which are too far away to read clearly.
Everyone stopped in their footsteps, their faces were shocked, and they dared not go forward.
Taking advantage of the interval when someone reported to the official, the troublemakers counted the number of people kneeling on the ground, no more, no less, exactly forty people.
Finally, someone couldn't help being curious, and took a few steps forward tentatively. Soon, several people followed...