Chapter 330: Pull it out one by one (5,000 words)
Outside the prison gate, there is an alley made of gray and black bricks.
The setting sun shines through the eaves of the building and shines on Zhao Duan's face, making him suddenly look like a god.
However, the two women in prison uniforms only felt cold, and Qingniao had deep fear seeping from his eyes.
She knows the Thousand-Faced God very well, so she knows even more how terrifying the methods of a person who can make him bow down like this are.
Zhao Duan felt the same way about this. After the Thousand-Faced God was arrested and imprisoned, he refused to give in despite all kinds of punishments.
Don't get me wrong, this does not mean that this person has firm beliefs, but that he is simply cold-blooded and unruly.
Zhao Duan didn't pay attention to him at first, but it wasn't until he recently planned to take over Kuang Fu She that he remembered this defeated general.
Even if he had mastered the soul-burning fireworks, it still took him several days to make Thousand Faces kneel down.
Unfortunately, after this person was arrested, Kuangfu Society cut off many of the contact methods he had and failed to dig out more valuable information.
During this outing, as a precaution, Zhou Laotou, who was in charge of the prison, even dug a copper nail, a power-containing object, deep into Qianmen Dantian.
Only then did he dare to hand over this evil wolf to Zhao Duan for driving.
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Yun Xi slowly put down her hand, and despite one side of her face being swollen due to the beating, the girl puffed up her proud chest and sneered with dignity:
"You can make him submit, but you can't defeat me!"
She was ready to die heroically.
Haha, you will know the pain after burning you... Zhao Duan cursed, but he knew very well that punishment was not a panacea.
What's more, he had other plans for Yun Xi.
He needs this girl to truly be of use to him, not like Qian Mian who might bite her back at any time.
Therefore, suppression by force alone is meaningless.
He needed to break her down mentally.
However, he did not expect this stubborn girl to contribute to tonight's large-scale closing of the net. In fact, pulling them out was just a matter of convenience, or in other words, "killing two birds with one stone".
"I have no interest in forcing you to surrender. I am bringing you out. I just want you to open your eyes and see the truth." Zhao Duan mocked:
"Don't you firmly believe that His Majesty killed his brother and his father, that the Xuanmen coup was initiated by His Majesty, and that the second prince Jian Wen was the one who was persecuted? Isn't the purpose of the Kuangfu Society you belong to to help bring justice to the world?"
Yun Xi raised her head, looked at him without averting her gaze, and said tit for tat:
"Isn't it true? You, the fake emperor's lackey, still want to fabricate the truth, make up facts, and deceive the world?"
Qingniao turned his head sideways, unable to bear to see Yun Xi, a passionate and righteous person who had been completely brainwashed, having his faith shattered.
Zhao Duan smiled and looked at Qianmian: "Do you believe it?"
The Thousand-faced God smiled and said: "Zhuang Xiaocheng's old dog's ability to deceive people is really great. The younger he is, the easier it is to believe him."
"Shut up!" Yun Xi yelled, "You traitor, how dare you insult the master!"
From the girl's point of view, since Qian Mian had become a traitor, she could not trust a word he said.
Zhao Duan smiled, ignored Yun Xi, took out the captured disguise mask from his arms, threw it to the Thousand-Faced God, and said:
"The purpose of getting you out is to make you guilty and meritorious service. Do you know what to do?"
The Thousand-faced God holds the mask "Nine Yis" with a cruel and cold smile:
"Don't worry, adults. I'll do my best, little one."
After a pause, he said worriedly: "It's just that the idiot in Kuangfushe has a very strict mouth. Even if he is caught, it will be difficult to make him speak."
Zhao Duan said calmly: "So, there is still one person missing to arrest tonight."
who?
When everyone was confused, suddenly, they heard the sound of breaking through the sky above their heads.
In the west, I saw the center of the sun sinking less than half of the ground, and a black silhouette gradually approaching on top of the continuous buildings in the capital.
The figure was extremely fast, and each step it took enlarged its size.
Not long after, a short and fat young man wearing a rumpled priest's robe embroidered with gold and a huge bamboo tube tied with hemp rope floated to the ground.
Cloth shoes stepped slowly on the stone road, and the wind pressure blew up a circle of light dust.
"Haha, Brother Zhao, you are a little late, don't blame me."
Gongshu Tianyuan had a friendly smile on his face, "I haven't seen you for many days. If you hadn't sent someone to send me the news, I wouldn't have known you had returned to Beijing."
The news delay is so serious, you are quite proud... I know that you are working on inventions in Tianshi Mansion all day long, but you don't know that you think you are isolated from the world... Zhao Duan sighed and smiled brightly:
"Brother Gongshu helped me fight tonight. I can't repay you for your hard work."
Gongshu Tianyuan's chubby body squeezed into the carriage. It was full in no time. He said with a smile:
"Between you and me, those things are too foreign to say."
He rolled his eyes and looked at the two beautiful female prisoners in prison clothes, and said in surprise: "Others hide their beauty in the golden house, Brother Zhao hides his beauty in the prison, they are amazing, I admire them!"
The two women turned their heads away silently, keeping a wide berth from this fat nerd.
"Ahem, it's getting late, let's go. There are still many people to kill tonight, but we can't delay the good time."
Zhao Duan ordered with a smile, unfolding a document in his hand, which was a Kuang Fu She rebel that Lihuatang had recently targeted.
The position is not high and he is at the periphery and bottom of the entire intelligence system.
At this moment, Qian Kerou and others should have set out to secretly control the situation.
Zhao Duan still remembered the astonishment of the people below him when he decided to close the net: "Sir, we only found this little pawn, how can we pull out the entire sub-rudder?"
His answer at that time was only four words: follow the clues and follow the clues
The rebels hidden among millions of people are like needles in the sea, piercing the flesh of the imperial court with a dull pain.
What he has to do tonight is to pull out these needles one by one.
As the coachman, Hou Ren, wearing a bamboo hat, shook the reins fiercely:
"As you command!"
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The setting sun sank into the ground, and the capital ushered in another night.
For the vast majority of the people, they neither know the storm caused by the demonic path of the National Master in the upper levels, nor do they know the actions of King Zhao Yan tonight.
Golden House is the name of a bookstore in the capital, which means Golden House in the book.
But because of its remote location, the business was not very good. The neighbors all knew that the owner of the bookstore was a poor scholar who sat in the shop all day reading a few tattered books.
When business is good, he can sell a few books; when business is bad, he can only sell a few pieces of rice paper and writing brushes all day long.
There is a striking contrast between the current situation of poverty and the name "Huang Huangrong".
When night came, Huang Huangrong closed the store door, picked up the vegetable basket, and went to the nearby Fangli Market to buy some wilted vegetables that were sold cheaply at the stall.
After walking around for a while and coming back, two signs saying "Closed" were hung outside the shop, and people simply cooked some food in the kitchen at the back and ate it with soaked pancakes.
Huang Huangrong is about forty years old, lives alone, has no family, is taciturn, and is considered a loner in the eyes of outsiders.
However, few people know his true identity, that he is one of the spies in the capital of Kuangfu Society.
As a middle-level person, Huang Huangrong has several downlines, upwards, and uplines. As for which level of the entire intelligence network he is at, he himself does not know.
Huang Huangrong only knew that this isolated intelligence network was created by Grand Tutor Zhuang Xiaocheng.
But compared to the era when Taifu was in charge, the entire organization has been suppressed continuously in the past six months, and the news from his superiors from time to time made him sometimes surprised and sometimes sad.
"Bang, bang bang..."
Under the darkness of night, Huang Huangrong was eating dinner in silence when he suddenly heard a knock on the door of the shop.
He frowned, stood up and walked out, shouting: "It's closed, go somewhere else."
"Bang, bang bang..."
The knocking on the door became more urgent.
Huang Huangrong's eyes became nervous. He walked to the table, grabbed the dagger hidden in the rice bag, and carefully walked to the door. He heard an urgent voice from outside: "Golden Eagle, it's me!"
Huang Jinrong was stunned for a moment when he heard the familiar voice. He looked through the crack in the door and saw a familiar round face.
He hurriedly opened the door and let the latter into the room. He immediately looked around and closed the door when he saw no one.
"Why are you here?" Huang Huangrong looked at his offline with an ugly face.
According to the rules set by Zhuang Xiaocheng, informants are prohibited from meeting each other unless it is urgent.
The round-faced young man looked anxious. He pulled him to the back house and into the candle-lit room. He closed the door and said anxiously:
"Something happened! I got the latest information, the ballast stone is dead!"
"What?" Huang Huangrong was shocked.
The round-faced young man said:
"Ballast Stone took the initiative to find White Horse Supervisor Zhao Duan today, and then died there. I heard that the people in the imperial office suspected that Ballast Stone was already dead when he went there, and was controlled by... the Imperial Master... ...The Imperial Master is back! I got the news that the matter is so urgent that I can only take the risk to come to you. What is going on?"
Huang Huangrong was in a daze for a moment, then suddenly fell into his chair and murmured:
"As expected, as expected..."
He looked ugly and said:
"I got news from my superiors tonight, which is that the national division has returned and has contacted Ballast Stone and some high-level members. They also said that something is wrong. The specifics are not yet clear."
The round-faced young man cursed excitedly:
"Tell me the truth, is he dead or not? I heard that the Imperial Master gave a message to the court and threatened the puppet emperor to restore his reputation. He also said that the second prince's coup was not caused by him at all, but by him. The second prince’s own thoughts…”
Huang Jinrong was in a state of confusion and warned in a deep voice after hearing this:
"Shut up, where did you hear such words? I don't care what you think in your heart, but externally, you must follow the Taifu's rhetoric."
The round-faced young man said angrily:
"Are there any outsiders here? Who doesn't know that it was the second prince who carried out the coup? It would be fine if the Taifu's words were used to deceive those nerdy scholars. I won't talk nonsense.
Moreover, what is being talked about now is the demonic path! And the ballast stone is dead! Does Taifu know? "
Huang Jinrong remained silent and said dejectedly:
"I don't have access to the higher-ups, so how do I know? In short, I haven't received any news that the National Master is coming. Maybe it's because I'm not high enough!"
After complaining for a few words, he suddenly realized something was wrong. He raised his head and stared at the familiar members in front of him with suspicious eyes:
"Wait a minute, your temper today is wrong...no! Who are you?!"
The round-faced young man had an expressionless face, his face squirmed and twisted, and his height also grew rapidly, returning to the appearance of a thousand-faced god.
He sneered and said: "Master Zhao said, surrender without killing."
Huang Jinrong's hair suddenly rose as the dagger hidden in his sleeve cut through the cold light and struck towards the face of the Thousand-Faced God!
"Woo!"
The Thousand-faced God Lord, whose Dantian was sealed by the Forbidden Demon Nail, rolled and dodged without fighting.
After Huang Huangrong stabbed out the dagger, it was Tuan Shen who broke down the door and window and fled toward the back door of the bookstore!
"Haha." The Thousand-Faced God sneered and counted silently: "One, two, three..."
Just hearing a thud outside, Huang Huangrong was beaten back like a sandbag. A number of Jinyi captains wearing night clothes walked out of the darkness and captured him alive.
When a group of people walked through a secluded alley in the night, they arrived at an alley entrance under the moonlight.
The Thousand-Faced God groveled and said, "Sir, I've got it."
The dark clouds above the head parted, and the moonlight soaked the night like water. The wide car curtain was opened, revealing the four people inside the box.
Zhao Duan looked calm, like a general in charge of the Chinese army.
Gongshu Tianyuan next to him smiled and looked at Yun Xi opposite.
The girl in prison clothes held a metal morning glory in her hand. At this moment, a slight voice came from the morning glory:
"My lord, I got it."
Gongshu Tianyuan said with a smile:
"I've already told you that this artifact is called Two-Sound Flower. If you take one of the gods, you can hear all the movements on the other side. You still don't believe it. You question me. No matter what, the creations of this priest are always of the highest quality.”
Yun Xi turned a deaf ear, her expression was dull, like a puppet on strings.
Although the hair was messy, there were two lines of crystal tears faintly flowing from the eyes of the melon-shaped face that was extremely beautiful, and he murmured:
"No...it's impossible...you guys are working together to lie to me...and to him...it can't be the second prince who made the coup...the master will not lie to me..."
Just now, she heard the entire conversation in the room.
Qingniao sighed softly.
Zhao Duan was too lazy to talk to Yun Xi and stepped out of the carriage. He lowered his eyes and looked down at Huang Jinrong, who was kneeling on the ground being held down by Captain Jinyi with a knife. He smiled and said:
"Next, don't scream, don't shout, what do you say when I ask you, do you understand?"
Qian Kerou raised her hand and took off the cloth from the other party's mouth. Huang Jinrong's eyes were about to burst as he stared at Zhao Duan:
"Zhao Gou, you must die a happy death!"
Zhao Duan sighed softly, shook his head and said, "It seems you don't want to live."
He turned around and said to Gongshu Tianyuan, "Sorry to trouble you."
"It's a piece of cake,"
Gongshu Tianyuan waved his hand, slowly got out of the car, pulled off the big bamboo tube behind him with his backhand, and pressed it to the ground with a "dong" sound with his fat hand.
In the white smoke, a strange and beautiful fox slowly climbed out of the bamboo tube and stared at Huang Jinrong.
Fox Fairy!
Wild fox god!
At the celebration banquet that day, Gongshu Tianyuan used the wild god to possess him, causing the spy leader of Prince Jing's palace to speak, at the cost of the target's death.
"Ho ho——"
Huang Huangrong's scolding stopped instantly. His eyes were blank, he had been possessed by the fox fairy, and he answered all questions.
Gongshu Tianyuan said casually: "Who is your online contact, how to contact you, what are the passwords and other secret words..."
On the carriage, Zhao Duan handed over the interrogation work to his men, took out a handkerchief and handed it to Yun Xi kindly. Seeing that she was stunned, he gave it to Qingniao:
"Wipe your tears, haha, it doesn't matter if you don't want to believe it. The night is long and there are many people lining up waiting for us, right?"
Yun Xi trembled all over and said nothing. She just pursed her lips hard.
The faith in my heart has cracked.
The Thousand-Faced God rolled up his sleeves and stared at Huang Jinrong carefully, taking note of the other person's appearance, and prepared to disguise himself as the other person later, and then trick the other person into coming online.
He smacked his lips and asked curiously: "Sir, why don't you use that spiritual fire to burn this person, which will definitely make him surrender. Instead of going to a lot of trouble to ask a priest to help?"
Zhao Duan glanced at him calmly, half-smiling but not smiling:
"A person who is afraid of punishment will say whatever you want him to say, but if he dares to say it, do you dare to believe it?"
The Thousand-Faced God shuddered, avoided looking, and lowered his head.
Zhao Duan patted his shoulder lightly, turned around and entered the carriage, and said calmly:
"Follow the clues and your troops will be quick. What we have to do is to use the fastest speed to catch people out one by one before they can react. There is no time to waste on torture and distinguishing the true from the false. ”
Qingniao suddenly plucked up the courage and said, "Will he die?"
Zhao Duan closed his eyes: "Who will not die? He or you never showed mercy when killing people."
After a while.
Huang Jinrong, who had been squeezed out of valuable information, bleeded from his seven orifices and fell to the ground dead, while the fox fairy who had swallowed a soul showed an unfinished expression.
Zhao Duan patted the cushion: "Let's go, next one."
"We have to hurry up, don't let the demon escape."
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Kong Hanlin went home at dusk.
This thin old man with a beard and white hair has the arrogance of a Qingliu official.
Even though he had been summoned to the palace early in the morning and knew clearly that the demon might find him, he still did not hide or ask for help.
He didn't even disrupt the rhythm of the day.
After leaving the palace, he went to work at the Hanlin Academy as usual, proofreading several manuscripts, and then found out several grammatical errors and ambiguities in the meaning of the saint.
He summoned the young Hanlin to criticize him and cursed that today's scholars are getting worse and worse, and are not as good as his older generation.
"The world is in decline!"
"Disgraceful to politeness!"
Then I typed the manuscript back and rewrote it, and slowly went to the yamen canteen for lunch. It was still tofu, pickles, and rice.
After hanging out for another afternoon, he ignored the other Hanlin's vague whispers to him and walked back home in the dusk.
Without telling his old wife these things, after eating and soaking his feet, Kong Hanlin walked into the study to read books by sages.
The night was getting darker, and the howling wind made the window paper shake slightly.
Unknowingly, the study door was pushed open and a figure walked in.
She was clearly a woman, about thirty years old, with an ordinary appearance. She was not from the family, and she didn't know how she got in.
"Who are you? How dare you disturb me from studying!" Kong Hanlin stood up and looked up, feeling unafraid.
The woman with rough hands and feet didn't answer, just smiled and sat opposite him.
Those bloodshot eyes glanced at the sage's book on the table, which was several times thicker than before, and the cooked rice paper spread out on the table with the words "Zi Bu Yu Wei Wei Power Chaos Shen" written on it.
She smiled slightly:
"Mr. Kong, if you have no fear in your heart, why do you seek protection from saints?"
Kong Hanlin's beard trembled and his eyes were slightly confused: "Demon way!"
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