Chapter 120 Lettering on the wall
In the martial arts arena were plum blossom piles that were too late to be evacuated, as well as eighteen kinds of weapons.
"What's going on? Is there someone raising private soldiers here?"
Han Ze put his hands on the side of the door, poked his head and looked inside. He saw a shocked look on the martial arts arena, "I don't need such a big place to raise a family. Could it be a remnant of the previous dynasty?"
Han Ze chirped and suddenly felt his scalp numb.
He looked around, and through the dark gauze, he could see everyone present looking at him.
Zhou Zhao and Su Changying had no expressions on their faces. Even strong people could not see through them.
But the eyes of the other brothers in the Northern Army were all bright, like a pack of wolves seeing a white sheep, their eyes were shining with the light of meritorious service.
Han Ze shrank his neck and smiled coquettishly, "I'm just talking nonsense. There are only a few Buqu in my family. They are all left by my grandfather. They are all very old. Your Majesty also knows that. Rong has raised Rong. Raised.”
"Aren't the remnants of the previous dynasty also a thorn in His Majesty's side?"
One of the strong men from the Northern Army stepped forward and patted Han Ze on the shoulder. He was as strong as an ox, and Han Ze almost fell to the ground after being slapped by him.
He held on to the door frame tightly, so as not to embarrass himself in public.
"General Su led us to save people and perform meritorious service yesterday. If we find the lair of the remnants of the previous dynasty today, wouldn't it be another miraculous achievement?"
As he said this, he saw Su Changying looking over coldly.
"Everyone searched carefully, but no one was caught. Is this a merit or a fault?"
The strong man trembled, bent down and retreated into the group, sweat dripping from his forehead.
After Su Changying finished speaking, he didn't bother to look at him. He looked at each other and Zhou Zhao, and both of them walked towards the empty martial arts field.
"Did you smell it? There is the smell of blood, a very strong smell of blood."
Zhou Zhao said, sniffing the martial arts field, and finally stopped at the northeast corner.
"This martial arts arena is not paved with bluestones, but is made of tamped mud. Don't you think it's strange? The soil in this mountainous area is yellow, but the mud in this martial arts arena is red..." Zhou Zhao said, paused. , "still smells of blood."
Zhou Zhao knelt down, pinched a handful of soil with his hand and smelled it at the tip of his nose. The fishy smell hit his nostrils.
It was as if blood had seeped into the soil over the years, dyeing this area red.
Zhou Zhao thought about it and brushed it with his hand. Under the thin red soil, there was actually a rusty iron plate. Because it was already rusty and dirty, at first glance, it turned out to be a rusty iron plate. Integrated with the martial arts arena.
"There may be a tunnel down here, Zhou...Zhou Zhao, Ah Huang, please step aside and let me come."
Seeing the two obediently moving away, Su Changying took a deep breath and stamped his foot on the ground. The dust on the ground instantly bounced up. He saw the edge of the iron plate at a glance. He raised his sword and heard With a bang, the iron plate was flipped over in an instant, revealing a dark tunnel.
A strong bloody smell hit his face.
After the dust fell, Zhou Zhao took a closer look and his pupils shrank suddenly. On the wall at the exit of the tunnel, there were layers of old and new bloody handprints. The handprints range from big to small, some have turned black, and some are not that old.
"The latest handprint is very small. It should be that of a ten-year-old child. Although the mark has dried, the color is probably left last night or this morning. They should have evacuated at this time. Am I right? Akira?”
Liu Huang nodded heavily and said nothing.
The three of them walked down the narrow steps. Su Changying, who was walking at the front, took out a fire stick and lit the torch hanging on the wall.
Zhou Zhao looked at the bloody handprints running along the wall, his heart trembled, and his hand holding the herring dagger couldn't help but tighten.
The three of them followed the bloody handprints, and after walking a few steps, they came across a stone wall. Zhou Zhao looked to the right, and his expression suddenly turned ugly. This was a large secret room. Against the wall of the secret room, there were The ten iron cages look like the imperial prison of Tingwei Temple.
In the center of the iron cage, there is an open space with a circle.
The entire underground was filled with a disgusting stench and fishy smell. The doors of the prison were all open, and they were stained with blood. If you looked closely, you could see that there was still some flesh and blood wrapped around the iron door.
"Someone is raising assassins in the same way as Gu." Zhou Zhao said in a low voice. She looked towards Su Changying. The man stood in the center of the circle without saying a word.
Zhou Zhao walked over and gently hooked Su Changying's little finger. Su Changying felt itchy in the palm of his hand. He looked along his arm and saw Zhou Zhao's little finger hooked with his.
At this moment, there seemed to be many fragmented pictures pouring into his mind.
But if you look closely, none of the pictures are realistic.
He felt that Zhou Zhao had hooked his little finger like this in the past.
Su Changying thought, and his breathing became a little heavier. He pursed his lips and looked at Zhou Zhao and Liu Huang. He didn't know if he would have been locked up in such a place and trained during the time when he lost his memory. It became a fine work.
The three of them grew up together, and even if they didn't speak, they understood everything tacitly.
Zhou Zhao smiled at Su Changying, "Look for any clues. What Han Ze said before was wrong. It is possible to raise assassins, but it is impossible to raise a private army."
"To raise an army, you need food, weapons, armor and clothing. Just food and clothing are a staggering amount. It is impossible for anyone to raise an army in Chang'an City without being discovered. Even if they hid it before It’s tight, but if we evacuated last night, it would be impossible to hide from the eyes of the Northern Army brothers who were patrolling at night.”
In Chang'an City, the markets were closed at night and a curfew was enforced, and teams from the Northern Army patrolled the markets.
Not to mention a large-scale army, when Zhou Zhao and Su Changying left Tingwei Temple last night, weren't they discovered by the Northern Army?
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As she spoke, her eyes swept across the cages, and suddenly her eyes rested on the seventh cage.
Zhou Zhao walked in and stood directly in front of the stone wall. She pushed aside the dirty straw on the ground with her feet, squatted down and used a torch to illuminate the base of the wall.
"Someone carved words here, and then they were crossed out..."
Underneath the mess of scratches, there are deeper scratches, which at first glance are not meaningless lines.
Zhou Zhao thought about it, closed her eyes, put her fingers on it, carefully looked for the special ones among the lines, and then started writing according to the order of the strokes.
She just squatted there, carefully gesticulating stroke by stroke, and by the end of her writing, her eyes were red.
"Sister Zhao, why haven't you come out yet, but what's the problem?"
Zhou Zhao stood up after hearing this, raised his foot and kicked the pile of weeds back.
The moment she walked out of the cage, a group of soldiers from the Northern Army walked in from the outside. The two leaders were the taciturn Zhu Li and the noisy Han Ze.
“There is actually a dungeon here!”
Han Ze exclaimed. He had taken off the black gauze on his face and was using it as a veil to cover his mouth and nose.
Zhu Li frowned and cupped his hands towards Su Changying, "Qi Lieutenant, we have searched the entire villa and have not found anyone suspicious or anything special. Everyone should have escaped. .”
Su Changying nodded lightly, "Take your brothers to search the mountain and ask the brothers from last night to see if you find any suspicious signs."
Zhu Li and Han Ze raised their hands at the same time and shouted, "No!"
After they left, only Zhou Zhao and three others were left in the cellar.
"Azhao, what words are engraved there?" Liu Huang's voice was trembling.
He couldn't see what words were hidden under the scratches, but he could see the movements of Zhou Zhao's hands.
"It's the character Zhao. The first one is the complete character Zhao, which is carved very neatly. Later, arms and legs are missing, and the handwriting becomes messy. The person who carved the characters must have been injured. In the end, only one character is left. The pen...the carver forgot and only carved the first stroke of the character Zhao..."
When Su Changying heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly.
He clenched his fists and looked at the seventh cage.
"I have walked along the East River for countless times, but I never imagined that you are here."