Song Pingan, male, 33 years old, married to Mrs. Li, and had a son and a daughter.
Compared to the Zhou family, Song Ping'an, the steward of the Zhou family, is very inconspicuous. If you look through the confession files of the servants of the Zhou family, you will find that this steward has extremely good popularity.
He is not the chief steward of the Zhou family, but he is more trusted by Butcher Zhou than the chief steward of the Zhou family. Miraculously, even the chief steward of the Zhou family has a good relationship with him. On the other hand, he is Butcher Zhou's trusted military advisor.
Staff; externally, he took good care of the maids and servants; externally, people such as the shopkeeper of Li Donghe's family thought that he was a trustworthy person and a considerate business partner.
Even when the Zhou family was prosperous, the steward Song persuaded Butcher Zhou to take the initiative to organize the charitable act of giving rice and porridge every year.
Even during the days when he was detained, the prison guards treated him differently and did not bully or humiliate him.
For such a person, even with Du Changshi's pickiness, when he first met Song Pingan, he had to say that he was a person who could easily win the favor of others.
Song Ping'an is of medium height, thin and not outstanding in appearance, but the crescent-moon smiling eyes on his baby face make people feel friendly at first sight.
Not even like someone in their thirties, Du Changshi thought.
Because Song Pingan was very cooperative during the interrogation, he was not sentenced even though he was imprisoned.
He looked a little haggard, but he was in good spirits.
Song Ping'an was not a serious criminal, he just wore shackles on his hands. Because he had always cooperated, the two policemen who escorted him were not rough. After leaving the prison, he went west and passed through a moon gate, which is the Fourth Division of the Criminal Department.
The torture chamber of the Department of Punishment, which specializes in torture. The torture chamber is a row of huts in the background. Even in the daytime, one or two screams coming from nowhere make the row of closed huts full of a strange, dark, mysterious and depressing feeling.
sense of blood.
The gentle summer wind gently caressed the withered and dead jujube tree in the courtyard. It looked like the dead branches stretching out from the sky, like the hopeless hands of the prisoner.
Song Pingan looked calm. Just two days ago, his wife and children had been released from prison.
He is only the second manager of the Zhou family and is not involved in the case. I believe it is only a matter of time before he is released from prison.
When he reached the door of the last torture chamber, the jailer did not stop and led him towards the Moon Gate. A flash of surprise flashed in Song Ping'an's eyes, but he hid it well.
He lowered his head.
After leaving the torture courtyard, there is a spacious and bright courtyard. The ground is covered with green bricks, and the neatly arranged buildings give off a unique majestic momentum of the yamen.
The two jailers will escort Ping An to a room to the east.
An extremely clear and fragrant aroma came over. Being used to the unique damp musty smell of blood and the mixed and indescribable smell in the dungeon, Song Ping'an almost greedily took a sip of the ambergris aroma.
Yes, it's ambergris.
The faint fragrance floats, it should be the residual fragrance.
Song Pingan's eyes couldn't help but fall on the animal head incense burner on the three-legged incense table in the corner of the room.
It was an elegant celadon-glazed incense burner with exquisite workmanship and clear and natural glaze color, which was not common in the Zhou family in the past.
"Sir, bring Song Pingan here." The jailer's words interrupted Song Pingan's thoughts and made him wake up and kneel down.
"It doesn't matter if the shackles are gone."
After the jailer took off the shackles of Song Ping'an, Commander Du waved his hand and ordered the jailer and the boy to retreat together.
Du Changshi asked, "How does this incense burner look like?"
Song Ping'an knew that his imprudent actions just now had all fallen into the eyes of this adult.
He meekly replied, "I have seen a similar one before, so the things here are naturally excellent."
"How does this smell?"
"For the sake of my lord, it is of course very fragrant and of the finest ambergris."
"Tell me about the fragrance spectrum."
Du Changshi's eyes were extremely stressful, Song Ping'an's forehead was covered with sweat, and he said bravely, "I have bought spices for the head of the house before, but I only have a superficial understanding of them, and I can't distinguish the fragrance spectrum."
Du Changshizheng sneered.
Song Ping'an's heart trembled, and he suddenly knew that he had been exposed. Judging from the first sentence of this gentleman asking him about the incense burner, after he entered the house, his every move was noticed by this gentleman.
This is a very considerate man.
There must be no flaw in front of such a person, and what he just said is the biggest flaw.
Ambergris has no fragrance at all, and its odor is close to that of odor.
The function of ambergris is to stimulate the aroma of other incense, so ambergris is often used in lotus fragrance.
When the Zhou family suddenly became rich, Mr. Zhou spent a huge sum of money to buy a pound of ambergris for incense at home. The smell was simply indescribable and became a source of ridicule for the Zhou family for a long time.
Now, when this lord looks at this green-glazed incense burner, he knows that he has an extraordinary background.
He just said that this incense is of the finest ambergris. He meant that the remaining incense still has such a pure and pure scent. There must be an ambergris in it, otherwise it would not be possible to create such a good fragrance.
Since he was sure that there was a taste of ambergris in it, how could he not understand the fragrance spectrum?
In such silence, the sound of the hourglass can be heard clearly, and the soft sound of wind comes from the window.
Even more loud was the sound of Song Pingan's own heartbeat, thump thump—
He even felt that his breathing was like a broken bellows, and he knew clearly that his heart was in chaos.
"Tell me about the fragrance spectrum." Du Changshi stared at the beads of sweat on Song Ping'an's forehead without changing his mood.
Song Ping'an tried his best to calm down, had he really been at ease for too long? Such a flaw, such imprudence, was only once in his life.
This time, it's enough to kill you!
Song Pingan even needed to use the exercises to calm himself down. Du Changshi gently placed his hand on the Baihui point on Song Pingan's head.
Song Ping'an immediately stiffened into a piece of wood. He didn't even notice when this adult came to his side!
Cold sweat dripped down his temples. The Ministry of Justice is a civil service yamen. Isn’t this a civil service official?
"I joined the Shaolin sect when I was seven years old. Among the outer disciples, I am ranked among the top three." Du Changshi's voice was as cold as ice, "Xiangpu."
Song Ping'an's shoulders dropped, he dispersed his skills and gritted his teeth, "Agarwood, red sandalwood, nard, and musk deer."
Although he knew it was impossible, he could only pray that this gentleman just wanted to find a prisoner who was familiar with the incense manual.
The broad pomegranate red rose and brushed past, and the richer aroma spread. Song Ping'an heard a sentence above his head, "Continue!"
Song Pingan concentrated his mind, gently twitched his nose, and distinguished carefully, "White honey, rose water, styrax oil."
"A person like you is actually a slave in the Zhou family." Du Changshi removed his hand from Song Ping'an's head and flipped through the account book in his hand, "The writing is just average."
"Why did you introduce the jade business to the He family and the Li family?" Du Changshi asked.
Song Ping'an was still confused and said according to the answer he had prepared, "Once I heard that the master wanted to trade jade, so I went out and inquired about several gold and jade shops with large businesses. Most of those who have shops in the imperial capital have some background.
Origin. The villain inquired and found out that Jin Yuxuan is from the Li family, and the old lady from the He family is the sister of the Queen Mother. Their family background is strong enough, so they were chosen."
"You are not from the imperial capital, and you are not related to or care about the Zhou family. How did you get into the Zhou family?"
"There was a famine in my hometown. I escaped to the imperial capital and happened to save the young master. Master Zhou rewarded me with food and allowed me to stay."
"Where is your hometown? What are your parents' names? Who are the people in your family?"
The two of them answered questions and answers very quickly.
Du Changshi applauded, "Very fluent."
Song Ping'an knelt meekly and silently, with his head half lowered. From Du Changshi's perspective, only the corners of his pursed lips could be seen, which were clear and sharp.
"You are a smart man who doesn't want to die. You know what to do." Song Ping'an thought Du Changshi would continue interrogating him, but Du Changshi just raised his voice and ordered, "Someone, take him down."
The jailer came in and shackled Song Pingan again. When Song Pingan went out, his head that had been lowered suddenly raised. When he glanced back, he saw an extremely young and handsome face.
When their eyes met, Du Changshi smiled slightly at Song Pingan.
Song Ping'an stood on his head with chills all over his body. He was taken out of the house without thinking too much.
Du Changshi held the account book in his hand and tapped his palm lightly.
Logically speaking, a secret agent like Song Pingan should not make such obvious mistakes.
After all, even if Song Ping'an has outstanding talent in scent recognition, it will definitely cost a lot to train people to the extent that they can distinguish fragrance spectrums based only on scent.
This is no ordinary spy.
But how could one be so careless?
Just by sending peace to him, I committed at least two fatal flaws today.
One is about the fragrance spectrum.
The second is the internal breath technique. People who don’t understand martial arts may not be able to see it, but Du Changshi happened to be a master of both civil and martial arts. As soon as Song Pingan made a move, Du Changshi immediately noticed it.
When Du Changshi put his hand on Song Ping'an's head, his whole body became stiff and motionless.
If Song Ping'an only wanted a quick death, he should have resisted immediately. In that case, he might have hijacked Du Changshi for a chance of survival, or he might have been killed by Du Changshi. For the spy who was discovered, a quick death would also be a blessing.
Du Changshi judged from this that he was afraid of death, or that he wanted to live more.
However, even a slightly outstanding spy should not make such a rash mistake.
If Song Pingan was just an ordinary spy, even Du Changshi would have to praise him for what Song Pingan did in the Zhou family.
Song Ping'an was highly valued by Butcher Zhou. The Zhou family served as a grain transporter and also had a jade smuggling business. However, this man's hands and feet were incredibly clean. The Zhou family's head-turning incidents had little to do with him!
The closest connection that Du Changshi could find between Song Ping'an and the Zhou family's crimes was that the Li family and the He family's jade business were jointly organized by Song Ping'an.
If it weren't for such a flaw, Song Ping'an would definitely be released from prison safely when the jade case was concluded.
Song Pingan, this name is a good choice.
In addition to the oral confession, he may be able to get more things from Song Ping'an.
Du Changshi decided to meet Song Ping'an's wife and children.