Happy Little Scholar

"It's dry and dry, be careful with the candles!"

“To prevent thieves and thefts, close the doors and windows!”

"It's midnight..."

…

The moon is dark and the wind is high, the sky is full of murders and arson.

The clouds were thick and the stars were hidden, covering the moon, and the entire Kyoto was shrouded in a thick layer of darkness. Tomorrow will definitely not be a sunny day, but for some people, tonight is a rare good opportunity.

At midnight, in Kyoto, both ordinary people and powerful people have turned off their lights and gone to sleep. The watchman is beating the gong and walking slowly through the streets.

Occasionally, a group of soldiers patrolling the streets hurried past, their armors clashing with their weapons, making clanging sounds. However, neither the watchman nor the soldiers noticed that just above their heads, countless ghostly figures were quickly passing through.

A noble mansion.

In the quiet mansion, a few barks of dogs suddenly came. A nurse opened his sleepy eyes and murmured: "What do you call it in the middle of the night? Kill the stew tomorrow!"

Having said that, I still got up and opened the door, planning to go over and take a look.

In the courtyard, in the night, a dark figure glanced indifferently at the vicious dog opposite. The vicious dog immediately stopped barking and ran back to the den with its tail between its legs.

The guard who had already placed his hand on the door latch squinted his eyes and listened, then shook his head and returned to the room sleepily.

In a room in the courtyard, another figure shrouded in a cloak patted the face of the sleeping man on the bed and said, "Get up..."

The man opened his eyes, with a look of horror on his face. Then someone tapped his acupoints, unable to move or speak, and he was put into a big bag.

The figure picked up the bag and walked to the courtyard. With a slight jump, he jumped onto the courtyard wall. The figure in the courtyard glanced at the kennel and then retreated.

In the night, there were more than one figure hurriedly carrying big bags. People came from all directions, and finally, they all gathered in the same courtyard.

The sloppy old man glanced around and said, "A little bit, are everyone here?"

One person counted them and said respectfully: "There should be forty people, but there are actually thirty-eight. There are two more on the way. Please give me instructions, senior!"

"Here it comes!" As soon as he finished speaking, two big bags were thrown in from outside.

The sloppy old man walked back into the hall, pulled off a chicken leg, took a bite, and said, "You are responsible for your own people."

There were many rooms in the courtyard. People worked in pairs, picked up the bags that were constantly squirming in the courtyard, and chose a room to enter.

A room somewhere.

The man sitting in front of the desk looked at the figure kneeling below and asked in a deep voice: "Name?"

"You, who are you?" The man in the hall, wearing only a pair of underwear, looked horrified, "Why did you catch me here?"

The man asked again: "Name?"

"You guys, do you know who I am? If you catch me, don't even think about escaping Kyoto!"

Behind him, a man kicked him impatiently, "I'm asking you a question. Come back honestly and don't play tricks!"

Although the man kneeling there was full of fear, his situation was stronger than others. In order not to anger these villains, he could only answer honestly: "Wei Qi."

"Official position."

"The Ministry of Industry..., the Minister of the Ministry of Industry."

The man above glanced at him and said, "Tell me all the bad things you have done."

The man named Wei Qi looked up, then lowered his head and said, "I don't know what you are talking about?"

"You will be given leniency if you confess, but you will be punished if you resist." The man in the cloak reminded: "For example, tell me all the dirty things you did with the Qin family and the Cui family."

Wei Qi's body trembled, he 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 cloaked man turned his attention to the other person and said, "Don't waste time, let's do it."

"You, you want..., ah!"

The man named Wei Qi fell to the ground before he could finish his sentence. His exposed skin had bulging veins, cold sweat on his forehead, and his body was twitching. It was obvious that he was in extreme pain.

The man knelt down and asked, "Are you going to tell me?"

"I..., I don't know..., I don't know what to say!"

The man didn't ask again, but stretched out his hand and touched a certain place on his body again.

This time, the veins under his skin began to beat, like writhing earthworms, which was extremely terrifying. At the same time, his throat would occasionally let out a low roar of extreme pain, and tears would flow 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 his body twice. Wei Qi's clothes were already soaked through, and he looked like he was fished out of the water. He was lying on the ground, panting.

The man shook his head and threw the pen and paper in front of him: "Wouldn't it be better if you cooperated like this earlier? Be honest and don't try to fool us. We all know your background. If you dare to write a lie, what you just said The taste is enough for you.”

Wei Qi quickly turned over, grabbed a pen, and wrote quickly on the paper. If he confessed those things, he might lose his official title or die, but if he didn't confess, he would be worse than death!

Even if he dies, he doesn't want to experience the torture just now...

Another room.

"You won't say it, right?" The masked man stood up, looked at the figure kneeling in the room, took two steps, and said to the other person: "Do it!"

The man was stunned and asked, "What do you want to do?"

The masked man said, "Let him have a taste of the bone-breaking hand."

The man looked at him and murmured, "Bone-breaking hand..., I don't know how to do it."

The masked man was also stunned, "Then what do you know?"

The man shook his head and said, "I practiced serious kung fu, not this kind of way..."

The masked man sat down again and said, "Then I don't care. I caught the man, and you can interrogate him. If you can't find out, you don't deduct my points."

"You!" The man glared at him, but he was also a little helpless. He looked down at the man kneeling on the ground with a panicked face, and exclaimed, "He is not a good guy, but he looks handsome..."

He looked up at the masked man and said, "You step aside."

After that, he began to take off his pants.

The kneeling man's face changed drastically, and he said in a trembling voice: "You, what are you going to do..."

"You..."

"Don't..., let me go, I'll tell you everything!"

...

The man shook his head with some regret, put on his pants, looked at the masked man, and said: "The trial is over."

The rest of the room.

"We will not wrongly accuse any good person, nor will we let any bad person go..."

"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 Miss Shuangshuang of Miaoyin Pavilion was a sensation in Kyoto, and everyone knew about it. Later, her unjust case was rectified. In order to commemorate her, to warn the government and comfort the world, the court reformed the law and built a shrine for her in Kyoto.

In order to thank Miss Shuangshuang for her contribution, people came from far away to worship, so that in Miss Shuangshuang's shrine, incense and tributes were constantly burning. Every morning, before the shrine opened, countless people lined up in front of the door, waiting for the manager to open the shrine.

Today was also an ordinary morning.

A yamen runner yawned, opened the door of the ancestral hall, and walked away in a daze without going in to take a look.

His daily duty was to open and close the door. It was still early now, so it was right to go back and have a good sleep.

Everyone lined up to walk in, holding incense and offerings in their hands. As soon as they stepped into the courtyard, they saw an unexpected scene.

According to convention, before entering the ancestral hall, it is customary to worship in front of the stone tablet in the courtyard.

At this time, a line of figures, tied tightly with ropes, knelt in front of the stone tablet, motionless.

In front of each of them, there was a piece of paper pressed by a stone.

There were densely packed small characters on the paper, which were too far away to see clearly.

Everyone stopped in their tracks, their faces shocked, and they dared not step forward.

While someone was reporting to the police, the curious 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 tentative steps forward. Soon, several people followed...