Dou Qushan immediately arranged for the government officials to check other tabloids and tea houses and gambling rooms where foreigners were in and out, and told the government officials that they would rather arrest a thousand by mistake than let one go.
The turmoil that had just calmed down in Caomen Street arose again, and this time it affected a wide area. The streets were full of panicked faces, from the inner city to the outer city, all of them were not missed.
Dou Qushan relied on his own efforts to disrupt Kyoto. Feeling slightly uneasy, he asked Ni Peng: "Master, Zhang Yanei is still in the women's prison. How can I get rid of it?"
Ni Peng said: "Zhang Yameni and Madam Song have been grudged for a long time. They are afraid that before the prince takes action, Zhang Yameni will take Madam Song to another Yamen. We are beyond our reach. I think it is better for my husband to interrogate Madam Song and her party immediately, even if it is other Yamen."
If you want to take someone away, you have to wait until you have completed the review, entered the file, and pressed the seal before handing it over - as for how long the review will take, it is up to you."
This time it is really a procrastination tactic. Sometimes things are delayed and then they disappear.
Besides, King Jin is not a dead person. Since he ordered him to come, he must have prepared other means. He only needs to delay it.
Dou Qushan received Ni Peng's advice, immediately broadened his mind, calmed down, and ordered the prisoner to be taken to the torture room, where he wanted to be interrogated.
When the commander received the news, he glanced at Zhang Xutang with a smile: "Yameni, look... our husband is going to interrogate the two of them, why don't you go and warm them up first?"
Zhang Xutang stared at Song Huiyue with a bloodless face. After being frozen for a while with Song Huiyue in the prison, his lips began to turn purple, his face became very pale, and the blood veins under the skin of his hands were almost stagnant.
Blue and purple veins emerge.
Smiling at Song Huiyue, he seemed to be laughing at Song Huiyue's difficulty in escaping with her wings. Thinking of the fate Song Huiyue was about to face, the haze in his heart disappeared, and he showed a good face towards the festival.
"Okay, you judge, and I'll watch from the sidelines."
The judge quickly asked the jailer to take out the key, opened the cell door, escorted Song Huiyue and Liu Qin out, and took them outside the torture room.
If you stay outside, you can't get in right away, you have to queue up.
In front of the team were the teahouse shopkeepers, waiters, waiters, waiters, and Yinxiao.
When these people saw Song Huiyue and Liu Qin, they subconsciously stepped aside.
The prison guard on the side scolded: "What are you doing? Be honest!"
Only then did everyone realize that they were here to be tried, and there was no need for humility in such matters.
However, Yin Xiao seemed not to hear the prisoner's angry shouts and walked up to Song Huiyue without looking away.
Song Huiyue was at the end of the queue, with a casual posture and a relaxed expression. She showed no timidity towards Zhang Xutang.
Dou Qushan arrived late. As soon as he arrived, he went straight to Zhang Xutang and said hello to Zhang Xutang calmly: "You want to see the interrogation in the Yamen? Sit inside."
His face has always been stern, and the pain of losing his daughter pervades from the inside out. Everyone who has seen him is familiar with his appearance, and Zhang Xutang knows all the inside stories, and he is neither salty nor indifferent to him.
He didn't look bothered and walked in.
There is a brazier in the house. The brazier has a fierce light and is used to burn the soldering iron. The soldering iron is not needed at this time, so it temporarily acts as a brazier to dispel the chill in the house.
There are also various cold instruments of torture hanging on the walls. Blood has been clinging to them for many years. When the charcoal fire is baked, a strong smell of rust is emitted.
Zhang Xutang sat majestically under the instrument of torture, stretching out his hands to bake on the brazier. His face was as cold and gloomy as the instrument of torture, with clear outlines of blood. It was not like a Jiang thief who kills people, but is arrogant and arrogant.
All can be killed.
With him sitting by the side, Dou Qushan did not want to delay too much, and only went through the interrogation step by step. Everyone in the tea house, big and small, had a good attitude and was very cooperative. However, they were all the same about the tabloids and details, and they were completely unaware of it.
Zhang Xutang looked at Dou Qushan with a half-smile but not a smile, thinking that the interrogation he picked up so hard and put down so gently could not even bring out a petty thief, let alone a thorough investigation, so what other major cases could he bring out.
If it were him, with drastic means, he would be able to figure out the problem even if there was no problem.
It's just that he doesn't want to use his harsh methods redundantly here. These people are not worth his trouble.
Thanks to Zhang Xutang's disdain for these people, they were able to return to the cell intact.
The last person to be interrogated was Song Huiyue.
Dou Qushan was sweating in his heart, his brows were furrowed, and he began to ask questions as usual.
Song Huiyue answered all questions. While answering, she looked at the torture instruments on the wall. After answering, she thought to herself that Zhang Xutang was really tough. No wonder it was said that the disaster would last for thousands of years. As soon as she fell into Zhang Xutang's hands, she would be killed.
His life will be in danger, and all methods are inferior to his insidiousness and cruelty.
But it doesn't matter. I don't know who will win.
Dou Qushan asked all the questions he could and thought carefully about whether he had omitted anything. Zhang Xutang looked at him with a strange look, letting him know that procrastinating any longer would not be good for him.
He remembered what Ni Peng said: "When acting in public, you must put yourself first. Everyone should take care of themselves, do their duty well, and don't cause extraneous matters."
Dou Qushan was deeply convinced. Seeing that it could not be delayed any longer, he asked Song Huiyue to sign and seal the matter, and stopped talking too much to arouse Zhang Xutang's suspicion.
At this moment, Zhang Xutang's bodyguard Zhang Lin came in uninvited. Without even looking at Dou Qushan, he stepped forward and put his mouth to Zhang Xutang's ear.
"Second Master, something happened. The commander of the Forbidden Army went to Prince Yan's house to pick up someone, saying it was related to Xia Guoxin!"
Zhang Xutang suddenly changed his expression, gritted his teeth, and shot at Song Huiyue with poisonous eyes.
Xi Zuo was captured at Prince Yan's Mansion, but it was the imperial army who took action, which was really unexpected.
He asked Zhang Lin in a low voice: "Why haven't the people from the Criminal Department arrived yet?"
Zhang Lin's voice became weaker and weaker: "On the road, but it's too chaotic outside. Newspaper shops and teahouses are all being searched. In addition, the imperial army is dispatched, so the people from the Criminal Department can't move even an inch."
What he said sounded pretty good. In fact, there were only a few yamen servants in the prefecture's yamen, and they couldn't check so many teahouses and newspaper offices in Kyoto. When they were in a state of distress, they happened to meet an arrogant man who was about to come to meet Zhang Xutang.
A member of the Ministry of Punishment.
So the officials of the prefecture's Yamen carried the banner of investigating the case and arrested the strong men of the Ministry of Punishment's Yamen.
Zhang Xutang nodded, indicating that he understood - knowing that there was a fire in Zhang's backyard, he had to put out the fire and could not take care of Song Huiyue.
He stood up, walked to Song Huiyue, and straightened his clothes: "Madam Song, the things in King Jin's hands are really endless, and they always surprise me, but no matter how many things he has, there will be an end to them.
, I really hope that day comes soon.”
Song Huiyue didn't answer, just looked at him with her nose.
Zhang Xutang sneered and walked out, raised one foot, and as soon as the foot landed, he suddenly picked off a cowhide whip soaked in pepper water from the wall, raised his hand and whipped Song Huiyue.
At the same time, Yin Xiao jumped into the torture room almost like a gust of wind, and just when the whip was about to fall on Song Huiyue's face, he caught it in his hand in time.
Zhang Xutang tugged the whip fiercely, but it didn't move at all. Without him opening his mouth, the two guards moved upon hearing the sound and struck at Yin Xiao at the same time.