Walking out of the street where Beiwa is located, you can also hear the noisy and bustle behind it.

The people on the street no longer understand the progress by listening to the shouts inside. Beiwari sent more than a dozen mates to tell the scene of the Cuju competition. These mates practiced well in the wazi, dancing and spitting lotus flowers. Although they still cannot be more exciting than seeing with their own eyes, they have something else.

"...The Chang'an Mansion boys had already fallen down five... but none of them ended up... This was fearless... or it seemed that they were very accustomed to this kind of barbaric kicking..."

"...Xiliang people! One of the people in Xiliang fell down! It fell down! My God! This person in Xiliang can't get up!"

"...There's a fight on the field! Melee! Melee! Real fight! Real fight! My God, they know who the other party is? Do I mean these people in Chang'an Mansion know that their fists were hit by Prince Xiliang? Has Prince Xiliang been beaten to such a big age?"

"...I was pulled away...The people of Xiliang didn't call the official officer... It was fine, the game continued..."

"...The Xiliang people are still ahead of their scores...but Chang'an Mansion is chasing very tightly..."

More than a dozen guys ran back and forth and said one by one and rushed in and another guy continued, ensuring the scene was coherent, and even the boys tore through the push and shoved the underwear exposed in the clothes and did not miss any color... But there was no such lively gang fight scene in Beijing for a long time.

Since the accident between the late emperor, the court was in turmoil, and the family of officials continued to fall over. The public security in the capital was very strict. No matter what identity he dared to gather people to make trouble, they would be punished. At first, there were playboys who wanted to be domineering, but no one dared to challenge the consequences of a family being imprisoned.

"I have a lifetime, a lifetime." The excited old man wiped his tears, "The grand event reappears, the grand event reappears."

"Someone in Qianjinfang has entrusted a large sum of money to Chang'an Mansion! A carriage and horse-drawn carriage... It seems that it is also from Chang'an Mansion!"

"I saw it and said that they were besieging their son-in-law! Which son-in-law is their son-in-law?"

"I'm going to try it too..."

The streets are not just the Cuju competition, but half of the capital is disturbed.

"Sir, do you have to wait for the result?" asked a guard, looking at Duan Shan standing by the road.

Duan Shan said: "No, there was no accident." After that, he urged the horse to go forward.

The guards looked at each other, which result was no surprise? Did the people of Xiliang win?

Even if they don't watch it with their own eyes, they can know at any time, even if they walk into the dark prison of the Ministry of Justice.

"grown ups."

Two officers stood at a table and waited, saluting Duan Shan who came in.

Duan Shan looked at the document book on the table and said, "Boss Qi remembered it? There are so many customers who have flowed so much every day, but remember what the two prison students bought. Don't make mistakes again, so as not torture will be done again."

The officer responded and said, "The guys in Dachengfang have confirmed it again and again." He handed over the document book, "Xue Qing and Qin Mei stayed for a moment after coming in and bought these things."

Duan Shan reached out to take the document book and looked at the number of paper and inkstones written on it. Qin Mei bought how many bamboo knives he had. Which guy was testing clearly signed and stamped. He nodded and said, "I'll let them go after asking."

The officer waved his hands to the jailer beside him. The jailer like a black shadow standing in the corner walked out. After a moment, the chains clattered, and a few men of old and young "walked" out... were held.

They were neat and clean, and their faces were clean. With their eyes closed, they looked like drunk people returning home from night. They were soft and weak and dragged out... They were inevitably scared to the point of being in the prison of the Ministry of Justice.

Three men walked in from outside, and when they saw them, they gave way, with a little uneasy and curious look at and guessed.

"Who is this?"

"Who else can be found here, the prisoner being interrogated..."

"The prisoner who interrogated was clean and not bloody at all... The prison of the Ministry of Justice is too exaggerated."

The three of them muttered, watching the young and old walking over, suddenly, something fell to the ground with a snap... It was the group of people who had just walked over. A man subconsciously shouted, "The thing fell..." and looked at the ground, and took the initiative to bend over to pick it up...

The light and darkness meet here, and the vision is a little blurred. He leans over and sees what is falling on the ground clearly.

One foot.

foot?

foot!

The man screamed in shock, jumping up like a frightened grasshopper. The two men also blurted out and screamed, and their voices echoed in the dark corridor.

The jailers who walked over turned around, without any displeasure, but with cold eyes.

The voices of the three men came to an abrupt end.

"Don't let the people in Dachengfang lose things here." said a jailer.

Then a prison guard walked back and picked up the broken heel on the ground and went up. The footsteps of his pedal went away in a mess, and the three men in the corridor were still crowded together and their souls were separated.

It's so scary.

Those suspects looked like ordinary people, and they didn't know what kind of torture they had been under the cover of their clothes... and they were all tortured and cleaned up so cleanly!

This Duan Shan is really...

......

......

"I'll ask a few doctors to come, it's something I've disturbed before."

Duan Shan was rubbing his hands with a white brocade plaid and looking at the three men coming in.

A blindfolded man tied to the torture rack beside him, and he was hanging his head and not knowing his life or death... Are he interrogating?

The three men were still afraid and said, "Mr. Duan, we have also said that we don't know what the injuries on Mr. Qin's body were. We didn't lie to you."

Don't interrogate them... The three of them shivered when they thought of the scene they saw before.

"Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin knows it too."

"We are Mr. Qin's people."

They said hurriedly.

Duan Shan waved his hand at them, put down the brocade handkerchief, and said, "I know, you didn't lie." Looking at these three men, "You don't know what caused Mr. Qin's injury. So if you see this kind of injury again, can you recognize it?"

Do you recognize this injury? The three doctors looked at each other.

"This is not difficult," said one of the men. "I was the first to come to me after my young master was injured, and I remember it very clearly."

Duan Shan nodded: "This is enough." After saying that, he overturned a book basket next to the document book, and the scrolls, pens, inkstones, paper and inkstones were scattered on the table in a mess.

"I checked it carefully. Qin Mei and Xue Qing left the Imperial College and went to Dachengfang to buy these..."

Duan Shan stroked his hands across the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

"But there aren't these things where the shed collapses."

"They did not return to the Imperial College halfway through. These things must be carried with them. Things that fell when injured and fell would be scattered. At that time, the guards controlled the scene immediately and repeatedly confirmed that they were both empty."

"Where are those things they bought?"

"It's lost on the road? It's impossible to lose it all, it's unreasonable."

"Or they used these things."

Used it? How to use it? The three doctors were confused when they heard it. Are they writing and drawing while walking on the road? Then they saw Duan Shan twisting a wolf-haired pen.

"Is this how it is used?" he said, turning around and raising his hand and exerting force, and the wolf pen pierced the abdomen of the man tied to the torture rack.

The soft little wolf brush seemed to turn into a sharp blade. The man who was originally fainted screamed and trembled violently. Under the torch, blood oozed out from his abdomen.

The three doctors seemed to have been stabbed in their abdomen, and then they screamed and squeezed together again.

Duan Shan withdrew his hand, and the blood on the wolf's pen ticked.

"Look." He said.
Chapter completed!