Chapter 68: The destruction of the "Donglin Party Reconnaissance Team"
Just as Yu Guozhen was looking around in frustration in the bustling Sanya Railway Station Square, trying to find the contact person who did not know where he was, a dark-skinned little maid next to him who was carrying a suitcase and basket suddenly reached out and tugged on his sleeve. ：
"...Brother Yu, now that we have arrived, where should we go next?"
"...Shut up! Erdong, you idiot! How can you be so humble? How many times have you told me to call me young master!"
Yu Guozhen, who was still a little confused at first, was shocked when he heard this. He quickly hit her hard on the head, and at the same time carefully observed the surroundings - fortunately, other scholars and servants of the "Donglin Party Tour Group" , at this moment, they are all curiously looking at the various kinds of things in the station square. Shop vendors, as well as the beautiful fountain in the center of the square decorated with colorful mosaics and marble fairy statues, were dazzled by the unheard of foreign scenery. There were even people tasting a bunch of snacks, and no one noticed a certain The little maid spoke rudely.
"...Hey! It hurts... Oooh, we're already here, why are you acting like a young man!"
Looking at the sickle-hammer flag and the five-star red flag flying on the flagpole in front of the station, the little maid complained while holding her head in pain.
Then, she was hit hard on the head again.
——Speaking of which, Yu Guozhen traveled all the way from the south of the Yangtze River to Lingnan. In addition to the two boys, he actually took this maid with him. In today's context, it is quite a strange thing.
You know, only in the ancient times in martial arts novels, there are inns and restaurants everywhere, so that the knights and knights traveling in the world can stay thousands of miles away from home and still look graceful. In the real ancient feudal society, long-distance travel across mountains and rivers was actually very dangerous and difficult. After all, in those days, travel was basically based on walking, communication was basically relying on shouting, barren mountains and mountains were infested by bandits, and black shops selling people and selling goods could be seen everywhere. If you don't have the ability to defend yourself, you may feed wolves on the way at any time, or be robbed or killed by bandits and mountain people. When women travel far away, their daily lives are particularly inconvenient - therefore, in principle, women in ancient times tried not to travel far away. Even if they are rich and wealthy, unless there are ladies and young ladies traveling, the dandies will not take women with them to wait on them when they go out. That's why there is a saying that a book boy is multi-talented and can even sell his butt and serve as a maid and concubine at night.
(Another reason is that the end of the Ming Dynasty was at the time when homosexuality was prevalent. For the lustful people at that time, it really didn’t matter whether they were male or female.)
Although most of the members of the "Donglin Party Tour Group" who came to Lingnan were officials and extravagant libertines, there were also many lusty ghosts who had slept with seven or eight girls from their intercourse at home. But this time when they were going on a long trip to Lingnan to "explore the love affairs" and "eat Australian meat", each of them still only brought a servant with them to serve them. Yu Guozhen was the only one who actually traveled with his maid, which attracted everyone's attention.
At first, 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 charm young heroes like the "Inaction Young Tiger" Yu Guozhen. , so much so that they refused to separate for even a moment... Who would have thought that they would find someone with great interest? I took a chance and took a look, but I was very disappointed: I saw that the girl named Dai had a skinny and skinny figure, and her skin was very dark. Her appearance could only be described as delicate at best. Except for her large eyes, she was almost featureless. It can be said that I really don't know what Yu Guozhen likes about this little girl.
Moreover, in the final analysis, this is just a trivial private matter of someone else's family, so soon no one will pay attention to this little maid anymore.
However, judging from what this little maid said to Yu Guozhen just now in front of the train station, it seems that there is... something else hidden in it?
At this moment, a young Taoist priest with a goatee next to the fountain in the square held up a Bagua banner with his left hand. With his right hand, he looked at a photo again and again by the light of the street lamp, and finally confirmed that he was not mistaken. Then he strode up to Yu Guozhen.
"... Immeasurable Heavenly Lord! This young master, I am so polite." The Taoist priest made a promise first, and then started to scaremongering seriously: "... I'm sorry for speaking so bluntly, but I looked at your face and noticed that you have hair in the hall. Hei, your morals have been lacking recently, causing you to be surrounded by bad luck.”
Judging from the above words alone, it seems that this is just an ordinary wandering Taoist priest soliciting business, so Yu Guozhen also showed a bored look at the beginning. But then the other party deliberately showed a black leather ID card and quietly made a few gestures, which made Yu Guozhen's pupils shrink suddenly.
So Yu Guozhen squatted down at the Taoist priest's fortune-telling booth, muttered for a while, and finally bought an amulet and went back.
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Next, on the evening of the day when the "Donglin Party Tour Group" headed by Fang Yizhi, a celebrity from Tongcheng, arrived in Sanya, after having dinner at the only inn next to the station that provided meals, Yu Guozhen suddenly felt "unaccustomed to the local environment" and had unbearable abdominal pain. , was sent to the "Australian" hospital for treatment by the "enthusiastic" innkeeper. As for the "loyal" maid Dai Erdong, she naturally followed her young master to stay at night to keep him company, wipe away sweat, and serve tea.
However, just after taking the train for a day, the Donglin scholars, who were already very sleepy, were suddenly kicked open by a group of armed "thieves" and arrested, and then they were all tied up and tied up. They put black cloth bags over their heads and escorted them out one by one. As for the few martial arts experts they hired with huge sums of money, they had anesthetic gas poured into the room early. One of the swordsmen standing guard outside was also shot down by a sniper who had been arranged with a tranquilizer gun... In short, everyone was unable to protect themselves, and there was no way to be loyal to the savior.
——No matter how experienced the seventeenth-century "chivalrous man" was, he could not withstand the high-tech means four hundred years later...
Then, after some rough driving, pushing and escorting, the black cloth bag on Fang Yizhi's head was finally removed.
Shaking his slightly 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 him - this was actually not a real interrogation. room, but just an unused utility room.
Various settings in "normal" modern interrogation rooms are designed to maximize the desperation of prisoners, such as the deathly darkness, almost minimal lighting, and special walls installed with thick sponge sound insulation layers. The high ceilings and high ceilings that increase psychological pressure are totally unacceptable here... However, when facing prisoners of today's level, there is no need for high-end interrogation techniques.
Immediately afterwards, several soldiers in camouflage uniforms came in from the door carrying a table and chairs - obviously, they were not meant for him, a prisoner, to sit on. Next, a Ming Dynasty general wearing silver armor and a bright red cloak walked in calmly, sat down and said with a smile:
"...Mr. Fang Mi of Tongcheng (Fang Yizhi's nickname is Mi Zhi), I'm in Huangshi. I've known my name for a long time, but you must have recognized me by now. After all, aren't you just here specifically for me? I have to. You said, you can still be so calm until now, which shows that Mr. Mi Zhi's title of celebrity is indeed well-deserved - all of your friends have pale faces, can't even speak, and even pooped in their crotches. Here..."
Huang Shi smiled with a mixture of disdain and pity on his face, sighed and shook his head, "... actually sent such a bunch of trash to cause trouble for me, and even went all the way to the border of Qiongzhou, the Dukes of Donglin Are they all blind? ”
——A mere lowly warrior who colluded with barbarians and harmed the common people actually dared to violate ethics and despise noble scholars. Such rebellious remarks immediately made Fang Yizhi, who had always regarded himself as the proud son of heaven, full of anger. There was still a ball of linen stuffed in his mouth. No matter what he wanted to express, he couldn't come up with coherent words and could only make a whining sound to vent his anger and dissatisfaction.
"...Mr. Mi Zhi, are you anxious to say something? Just in time, I also have something to ask you. Bang!"
Huang Shi snapped his fingers with a frivolous expression and told the soldiers, "...Bring me the things and serve Mr. Fang well and 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 person in person, so that the vulgar warriors could take a good look at what is meant by the iron bones of our generation of scholars. Another example of the noble righteousness of scholar-bureaucrats!
Then, he personally experienced the latest interrogation methods of these "bandit thieves" - there was no torture or torture, just a soldier opened a certain rattan box and took out a weird little black box (Doraemon's magical The prop [Honesty Radio Generator]) was placed next to his face, and then he dug out the linen stuffed in his mouth. Fang Yizhi could no longer control his mouth and said everything without hesitation. come out.
What kind of magic is this? hateful! What evil beings these thieves are!
Fang Yizhi felt deep fear from the depths of his soul, but had to desperately tell everything he knew...
Three days later, while being busy with everything, classmate Wang Qiu finally took the time to read the summary report on the case. "...To actually send such a bunch of unreliable dudes to throw themselves into a trap? Isn't the Donglin Party afraid that meat buns and dogs will go away and never come back?"