The night was dark, Zhang Yuan took a deep breath and looked ahead.
This is the westernmost part of the capital. Now there is no curfew and it is bustling at night, but the bustling seems to be isolated from here.
It's not that there are no lights here, there are lights hanging all over the street, especially the mansion at the end, where the door is as bright as day.
The night is heart-stopping, and lights can warm people's hearts, but it doesn't have that effect here.
It's as bright as day here, but it makes people feel chilly in their hearts.
Maybe it's because it's empty, or maybe it's because the word "Huozhai" is gloomy on the door.
Zhang Yuan didn't really want to deal with Du Cha Si. People like Du Cha Si couldn't be considered human beings.
But there was no way. As Liu Yan said just now, Mo Tu knew that he was not tolerated by the government, so he acted in secret and could not find a clue.
Zhang Yuan exhaled a deep breath, strode to the door of Huo's house, and raised his hand to knock on the door.
The knock on the door was particularly harsh in the silence.
Not many people dare to knock on the door of Duchasi in the middle of the night, right?
That's right, this is Huo's house and the location of Du Cha Si.
Liu Yan regarded Dali Temple as his family, while Huo Lian regarded his family as the capital inspector.
When the Du Cha Si was separated from the Yushitai, the emperor chose a place to set up the government office, which was supposed to be around the imperial city. Huo Lian disliked that the place here was too small.
"We need to set up a prison, a torture chamber, and a military school." Huo Lian said, "It would be better to set up the government office in my house. It's a big place."
"Then I have wronged Governor Huo." The emperor agreed with some apology.
What's the grievance? Huo Lian's residence was the residence of King Jin of Xicheng when he was the prince. It occupies a large area and is luxurious.
At first, the prince was very envious of this mansion. After the King of Jin granted the title, the prince often stayed there and even moved his wives and concubines here.
At that time, we were really brotherly, respectful and harmonious.
Zhang Yuan was thinking wildly, but as soon as his hand fell, the door opened.
A young man in his twenties poked his head.
"Who are you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" he asked, looking sleepy. "I was already asleep, and you woke me up."
Weird, Zhang Yuan sneered in his heart, what are you pretending to be? Ever since he walked into this street, he has been targeted by these underworld soldiers. When he approached the door, three generations of his ancestors and grandson were clearly traced.
"Zhang Yuan, a judicial officer of Jingzhao Prefecture, asked Governor Huo for advice on a case." He raised his hand and saluted respectfully.
The young man looked him up and down and said with a smile: "It's strange, everyone is afraid that we will be involved in their cases, but you, Lao Zhang, are the first to come to us for help."
He said and reached out to pat Zhang Yuan on the shoulder.
"That's right. We, the Duchas, are here to help His Majesty and everyone else. It's great that you can see how enthusiastic we are."
"Come on, come on in, you're welcome."
Zhang Yuan was dragged in by the young man with a stiff face and put his arm around his shoulders.
Regardless of whether the young man recognized him or not, Zhang Yuan knew him. Just as Liang Si adopted the Eighth Prince as an important figure, Huo Lian also had several capable men around him.
There are those who specialize in prison crimes, those who specialize in punishment, those who specialize in spying, and there are also those who specialize in pioneer assistants.
Zhu Chuan is the latter.
It is said that this man was also an orphan who was picked up by Huo Lian and acted as a servant around him. When Huo Lian got the idea, he also flew into the sky.
And even more dog-legged.
He rushed to do what Huo Lian wanted to do, and he was even more ruthless.
That day Zhang Yuan saw with his own eyes that Zhu Chuan was beheading people to clean out cells in Dali Temple, and left with his head hanging on his waist with a smile.
People like Du Cha Si are inhumane, and those who are humane cannot survive here.
"You're still busy so late. Have you eaten?"
"You must be hungry after eating. It just so happens that we also want to have a midnight snack together."
"Quickly go call Lao Guozi and add one more person."
"Lao Zhang, are you drinking?"
Seeing that the topic was getting weirder and weirder, Zhang Yuan hurriedly avoided Zhu Chuan's hand by giving him a gift.
"I am investigating the murder case of the Mohists, but I have no way of finding out because of the secrecy of their whereabouts. I heard that Governor Huo had dealt with the Mohists back then, so I came here to ask for advice." He stated his intention, "I wonder if I can see Governor Huo."
Zhu Chuan lowered his face and said, "So you only come here to seek benefits and don't bother to drink and dine with us? Then just wait."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Zhang Yuan was left hanging on the spot. The courtyard was like outside the gate, with bright lights and no one.
Just look, you can tell these guys are moody.
Although Liu Yan of Dali Temple was very irritating with his words, Zhang Yuan felt that he was at least popular.
He stood motionless, so just wait.
At Dali Temple, if he broke in, the guards would catch him and threaten to send him to prison.
But here, there seemed to be no one blocking him, but he believed that as long as he took one more step forward, the hidden soldiers around him would be able to cut off his legs directly.
Of course, Zhu Chuan would not immediately ask Governor Huo for instructions. He could see anyone casually, so what kind of person would the Governor be?
He stepped into a hall, which was brightly lit, with a large pot in the middle. As expected, there was a circle of people eating meat and drinking wine.
"That kid doesn't dare to come and eat." He said, curled his lips, and sat down.
"It's good if you dare to call the door." He said with a smile.
Zhu Chuan snorted: "What's the point of calling the door? If you come to ask us to do something, you can either play with us with shame or bring some gold and silver. He won't give up anything, so ignore him."
Luo Zi said nonsense: "Since it is the remnant of King Jin, then we should take care of it, right?"
"Yes, the governor goes out on patrol every year just to track down these remnants." Another person said, "Now that they appear under our noses, we can't ignore them."
As the Governor of the Ducha Division, he was an inseparable person from the emperor's side. Logically speaking, he could not leave the capital, but Huo Lian would go out once a year in order to track down the remaining culprits.
The emperor wanted to destroy the people who were related to King Jin and not allow anyone to escape, so he gave Huo Lian permission to travel.
It’s just that I’ve been traveling for four years and gained nothing.
Unexpectedly, when I came back from abroad this time, a Mo disciple would appear in the capital.
But Huo Lian ignored Liu Yan except for reminding him at Dali Temple.
Zhu Chuan gnawed on the meat and smiled: "The Governor wants to catch a big fish. Liu Xiucai's case must have been committed by a Mohist disciple from outside the city. Through him, we can fish out the Mohist disciple hiding in the capital. That will be the big fish."
He spit out the bones and grinned.
"The Mo disciples in the capital have been pretending to be dead for so long. If such a case suddenly appears, they should be shocked."
There was a crash, and under the dancing firelight in the dim room, a rubbing of a confession was held in the hand and shook.
"Master." Zhike reminded, "Don't spoil it. You spent a lot of money to buy it."
The valuable confession gift was removed, revealing his face. He had a handsome face, but because of his gorgeous clothes, people always ignored his appearance, leaving only a dazzling appearance.
The owner of Huixian Tower, Gao Xiaoliu, could not hide the unhappiness on his face even if he was dazzled.
"Unlucky," he said, "it's only been a few days and my business has been ruined!"
Zhike said: "There is no way, Dali Temple knows that it is a lie." At this point, he became angry again, "Master, I have told you not to write so well. If you write too well, others will find out."