The Longest Day in Chang’an

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Before the fire took shape, the extremely dark smoke had taken the lead, and Mars was circling around, like a black dragon splashing into the night sky.

Tianbao three years on the 14th of January, early in the morning.

Chang'an, Chang'an County, Yining Square.

"Not reachable? How is it possible?"

Tan Qi looked at the soldiers in disbelief. The Wanglou system was planned and designed by the son himself. It is not a single-line message delivery, as long as it is within the horizon of Wuhou, all can communicate directly. In this way, even if a Wanglou fails to respond, there are other lines that can be transmitted.

Unless hundreds of full-length towers in the whole length are collapsed, there will be no situation where communication is impossible.

Correspondent said: "It's Dawanglou that lost contact."

Tanqi is even stranger. Dawanglou? That is the main liaison building of the Jing'an Division, located in the garden behind the main hall. It holds its second position, not only to receive news from the city at any time, but also to send instructions to any place in the city at any time. If it loses contact, Jing Ansi will become a blind man with a half-hearted failure.

In such an important place, how can the son let it fail? Tan Qi has a long neck again, looking towards the direction of Guangdefang, but unfortunately the night is heavy and the light candle is dazzling, it is impossible to see so far away.

"It should be recovered soon. The most hated news is that the news is not timely." She said to herself like this.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaojing is counting the results in the alley. Just now he knocked out a poison pill when he stunned the apprentice in the medical museum. Zhang Xiaojing put the poison pill under his nose and sniffed, judging that it should be a mixture of kudzu and aconite, but there was no strange smell.

This poison pill is not something that ordinary people can make. It can be seen that the strength behind the opponent is quite terrible.

At this time, Tanqi hurried over and told Zhang Xiaojing about the loss of Dawanglou. Zhang Xiaojing also frowned, which was really a bit strange. Tan Qidao: "Since we can't get in touch, let's send the assassin back to Guangdefang directly."

"No." Zhang Xiaojing categorically rejected, "It is already a time when the street is already full of people. Transport them over, I don't know how many hours it will take on the road. There is no spare."

"What about then?"

"Shipping to the Persian temple, interrogating on the spot." Zhang Xiaojing made a decision. Tan Qi still has to fight for it, but he glanced at it with one eye and said lightly: "The girl's actions do not need to be discussed with me, but here is my call."

Tan Qi flicked her mouth and closed her mouth. But she was not at ease, so she sent a person back to Guangdefang to report.

The soldiers of the brigade army reloaded the apprentice of the medical hall and the oxman driver back into the car. Under the astonishment of the tourists along the street, they drove back to the Persian temple again. Even the bishop in the temple was alarmed by such a big movement, and a deacon was sent to inquire.

"Now there are traitor traitors conspiracy, the court needs to borrow God's prestige to deter evil demons, so he turned to the next and pushed the punishment in the monastery." Deacon Is said to his colleagues this way, although they did not understand what is called "pusher" It was called "detailed punishment", but knowing that the court accepted the God of God, they all expressed their honor and honor.

The place where the apprentices of the medical museum were detained happened to be the confessions room where Zhang Xiaojing and Tan Qi were previously detained. Is explained that this is the quietest place in the temple, and it is most suitable for interrogation. He is now very diligent, afraid that Zhang Xiaojing will move to Nujing Temple.

The apprentice of the medical museum was **** by the five-flowered giant into a narrow hut, and then awakened by a bucket of ice water.

"Then you better avoid it." Zhang Xiaojing said to Is, with a cruel light shining in one eye. Yi Si hesitated, but did not move his footsteps: "He is murdering in the Temple, and the Temple should be interrogated with Wen to show justice."

"up to you."

Zhang Xiaojing opened the small window and looked inside. The man dangled his head and his hair was dripping with water, but his slightly trembling shoulder meant he was awake.

This guy is from the Central Plains, with a thin face and short beards. There are not many muscles on his body but he is well-proportioned. Under his ears, he can vaguely see two green tendons connected to his neck. Zhang Xiaojing didn't say anything, just looked at it coldly.

"Kill me." The killer said weakly.

"I'll tell you what will happen next." Zhang Xiaojing's voice passed into the confession room. "During the Shenlong Dynasty, there was an imperial history called Zhou Lizhen, who was ordered by Wu Sansi to kill Huan Yanfan. Zhou Lizhen deliberately felled a bamboo forest. , Leaving protruding pointed bamboo piles, and then dragged Huan Yanfan to the ground. His skin was scraped, torn, and worn by the bamboo tips, revealing tendons and bones. It dragged for a day. , He swallowed, almost all the flesh and bones were separated when he died, and the bamboo piles were red-this is called the evening glow of bamboo. "

Zhang Xiaojing said with relish, tracing the details as if he saw it in person. The Is next to him started shaking. He couldn't help but imagine the **** scene of "Evening Bamboo", but immediately felt a tumult in his stomach. The prisoners in the confession room heard these and didn't know what the mood was.

Zhang Xiaojing continued: "But I don't have a whole day now, so I will change the method. This was the method that Zhou Xing used to deal with Hao Xiangxian, called Feishi Shixian." Citing the scriptures, Isai couldn't help crying and laughing.

"I will put an iron hook into your **** to hang the bowel head. One end of the hook is tied to a wooden pole, and the other end of the wooden pole is covered with stones. Hang this wooden pole on the wooden pole On the shelf, you and the stone are separated on both sides, just like a scale-you have used the scale-and then I will pull the stone down here, the wooden pole is tilted, and the hook will slow your intestines. Slowly pull the asshole, you can clearly feel every inch of movement. If I pull it faster, your intestines will be pulled out at once and thrown into the air.

"Of course, replacing the iron hook with a bamboo tip, and picking up the whole person with the elasticity of the bamboo pole, and then wearing it again is not bad."

Then Zhang Xiaojing chuckled, smiling very proudly. If the prisoner raised his head and saw the one-eyed flash in the small window, he knew he was serious.

Tan Qi listened, she knew that Zhang Xiaojing was persecuting the prisoner, but she still felt chills. The kind of momentum Zhang Xiaojing exhaled made her almost breathless. She had to move her feet and stood a few steps away.

She has always regarded Zhang Xiaojing as a lustful disciple, devoted Jingan Siduwei and a reliable companion. At this time she finally remembered, this person's true face, but the five Yan Yan in Wannian County.

Which five? Cruel, poisonous, spicy, cruel, absolutely.

Nine-year Changan was bad and handsome. I don't know how many times he used this method and how many people he tortured.

She desperately threw this thought out of her mind, and exchanged glances with Is, all of which saw regret in the other person's eyes. I knew I shouldn't come over and listen, just wait for the result in the corridor. Yi Si scratched his head in embarrassment. If Zhang Xiaojing really wanted to execute his sentence, he would not stop it. This is after all a sacred place ...

"Kill me." The killer repeated the sentence lowly.

Zhang Xiaojing grinned and said with a sensuous tone: "You don't have to doubt the effect. I can tell you that neither Zhou Lizhen nor Zhou Xing, as well as all of the torture methods of our criminal officials, come from the same inheritance-Lai Junchen. Lai Junchen Dharma is very famous. "

The words "Lai Junchen" were spoken, and the temperature in the room fell immediately. That was an eternal nightmare for Chang'an residents. Although this person has been dead for many years, it can still be used to stop children from crying at night. This name is sometimes more effective than the various severe penalties he invented.

"Bah!" The prisoner tried to spit, but found that he didn't spit out because his lips were shaking all the time.

All this was seen by Zhang Xiaojing.

If it is a Turkic Wolf Guard, Zhang Xiaojing has no confidence to pry them out, but these people are different. They carry poison pills with them, indicating that although they are not afraid of death, they are also afraid of severe torture after all. Now he is shaking, which is a good sign.

Zhang Xiaojing closed the small window "sweepingly" and let the terror slowly ferment for a while. In the dark enclosed space, the prisoner will imagine the scenes just over and over again in his heart, without stopping. Any sounds from the outside world, footsteps ringing, and the wooden table moving, will be regarded as a signal of imprisonment. Some people are so scared to death.

Zhang Xiaojing deliberately did not ask any questions, so that the prisoner had a psychological illusion that the torture party did not seek himself. This will make him more anxious and more eager to prove his worth.

The art of torturing, like sex, has the essence of foreplay.

After making arrangements, Zhang Xiaojing turned around and left the confession room. Tan Qi and Yi Si were standing in the doorway far away, looking at him with some fear. Zhang Xiaojing brushed his eye sockets without explaining. The world in which these two people live is so beautiful, they don't know what the real underlying world looks like.

After hesitating for a long time, Yisi still came together: "Zhang Duwei has checked a lot of books, I think the assassin was really scared."

"I didn't learn from books." Zhang Xiaojing smiled. Yi Si only felt a cool breath rising from the heart of his feet to the top of his head, and his fair skin was even less bloody.

"You stare here, and once the prisoner speaks, tell me as soon as possible. I will go outside and look at the terrain."

"Topography?" Iss didn't understand.

"Flying Stones, it's best to be on the ground, so that the shelf is stable."

"Hey, this, this is not right ..." Is this really terrified this time, this guy really intends to abuse people on the spot in this Jing Temple! How should the monks be treated after this?

Zhang Xiaojing ignored him, walked out of the confession room, and began to survey the terrain in the yard. From time to time, he raised **** to measure it, or stepped on the soil with his feet to see how soft it was, like a most dedicated builder.

Shortly afterwards, with his robe, Is stumbled and ran out of the temple: "Zhang Duwei! Stop it! Move, move!" In his anxiety, he didn't even speak elegant words, and spoke directly.

"Oh? Did he say that?"

"Yeah, I said it all!"

This prisoner's opportunity to confess was due to Is. After Zhang Xiaojing left, East thought about something wrong on the left and panicked on the right, so he burrowed to the other side of the confession room and, like the confession of the believers on weekdays, persuaded the assassin to come.

I wonder if there is indeed a power of appeal in Is's words, or whether the atmosphere Zhang Xiaojing created before was too horrible, and the prisoners finally gave up their resistance. East hurried over to stop Zhang Xiaojing.

From the perspective of torture, one soft and one hard, one dozen and one pull can indeed make people speak faster.

As he approached the confession room, Is grabbing Zhang Xiaojing: "He promised to know everything, but you have to pardon his guilt. This person has promised to convert to my lord and practice meditation from now on, without taking a step outside the temple."

"You go to talk with Jingan Sicheng, I am only responsible for questioning." Zhang Xiaojing shook his hand away. This deacon inevitably crosses the generations and interferes with the court.

The prisoner was still **** in the confession room, but the wooden door was open so that he could see the light. Tan Qi sat across from him and asked, Zhang Xiaojing was staring at his expression next to him. One was to apply invisible pressure, and the other was to observe the assassin's meticulous movements. If there were any falsehood, he would be immediately noticed.

The assassin slowly opened his mouth, claiming that he was a defender. This name made Zhang Xiaojing frown unexpectedly.

The term "Shoucao" originally refers to the small military town on the border of Datang. These small cities are not geographically important, and their scales are very small. They are usually self-governing, self-preserving in wartime, and over time, every guarding city becomes an out-of-law place untouchable by Tang Law and Emperor Ze, mixed with fish and dragons.

From the beginning of the Kaiyuan period, the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty gradually became obsolete, and the Zhuangchongfu had almost no soldiers. At this time, an organization called Shou Zhuolang appeared quietly to provide mercenary services for government offices, diplomats, and merchants everywhere. Its members are very complex, including fugitive criminals, retired veterans, migrant children of farmers, and a large number of Hu people of unknown origin. These members have only one thing in common, and they all came from different cities.

The soldiers who guarded and captured the soldiers were sturdy and neat, and for more than a decade, they became a decisive force in the domain of Datang.

These two assassins actually came from Shoucaolang, and things were even more strange.

Zhang Xiaojing has dealt with Shou Maolang several times. They are businessmen in the final analysis, and they are low-key and cautious. Their main business object is Datang, how could they collude with Turkic people and harm Changan? Don't want to live?

He thought about it for a while, and it was possible that Shoucaolang had just received an assassination request and did not know what was behind the assassinated person. So he quietly told Tanqi to ask in this direction.

Sure enough, Tan Qi asked again, the assassin admitted that he did not know the elder Puja. He just received orders, lurking in the Persian temple, staring at the elder's movements at any time. As soon as the signal was received, he immediately killed and then evacuated.

Zhang Xiaojing asked who had sent the signal. The assassin said that no one was using the old crow's nest on top of a locust tree in the Persian temple. When the old crow's nest disappears, it means that you can do it.

In this way, there is no need to meet on both sides, which reduces the possibility of leakage. This is a very common practice, but it is pitiful that old brood.

"So who issued your order?" Zhang Xiaojing asked again. This assassin does not know the truth of the client, and must know his superior.

The assassins said nothing, which touched their biggest taboo. These Shoucaolang, all have a small life in Shoucaocheng. If you die, the organization will take care of the pension; if you betray, your family members will not know what will happen.

Zhang Xiaojing said coldly: "Since you have spoken, you have betrayed Shoucaolang, and it is not as good as the whole account. Maybe the court can still give preferential treatment to one or two." The assassin heard Zhang Xiaojing's threat, showing a look of despair, pleading Xiang Tanqi and Is.

Looking at it, Yi Si said: "He has the heart to the Lord, it is not appropriate to force too ..." Zhang Xiaojing suddenly pointed at the door and screamed angrily:

"roll!"

This sudden thunderbolt made everyone in the room tremble. I couldn't believe it. Since he came to Chang'an, no one has ever spoken so strongly about him.

Zhang Xiaojing scolded: "Do you think you are still a clerk in the criminal department or a Dali monastery? You are making noises here and pointing your fingers!"

"It's just ..."

"You perpetrators of the Persian monastery are guilty of doing harm to Chang'an; you obstructed the Jing'an Division in handling the case, and several assassins escaped. These two charges alone are enough to uproot your monastery! Do you still feel that you have merit?"

"but……"

"Get out!"

Isaiah was scolded with death, and after a while he had the courage to draw a cross: "I am a servant of God, I only care about God's favors." Then I bowed deeply, turned away, and stumbled, Seems to be deeply hit.

Tan Qi watched his back leave and sighed softly. She had a little sympathy for this narcissistic naive monk, but the situation was so serious that she couldn't help being a bodhisattva, so King Kong was angry.

Seeing Zhang Xiaojing vent such a pass to Is, the assassin was also a little scared. Zhang Xiaojing slapped the table: "I tell you, this man you killed was a right-hand killing of the Turks. He planned for a group of murderers to destroy the entire Chang'an City tonight. The commission you received was for those The murderer kills his mouth. "

The assassin's pupil contracted sharply. He did not know the identity of the right kill, and he was not able to figure out the complicated relationship between them, but he knew the result of the destruction of the entire Chang'an City.

"Shoucaolang works as a tiger and fights against the court. Don't talk about your organization at that time, even all the defensive cities in the border areas must be completely cleared."

The assassin was silent, but his brow twitched slightly. "Su Qing" has only two words, but it means that more than one hundred thousand guards have captured the displacement of women and children, and become a cheap slave. The court of the Tang Dynasty did such a thing.

"Speaking of your superior, this is to save you from defending yourself." Zhang Xiaojing issued the final blow.

The assassin finally broke down completely. He covered his face and whispered an address: "Ping ... Pingkangfang. Our footholds and commissions are all handed over by Liu Jishu inside."

Pingkangfang?

Zhang Xiaojing was stunned for a moment, then thought again, and felt that it couldn't be more reasonable.

In Pingkangfang, there are not only blue buildings, but also the backyards of the ten governors of Fanyang, Hedong, Pinglu, Shuofang, Hexi, Anxi, Beiting, Longyou, Jiannan and Lingnan.