The mountain wind howled, the wild grass and forest swayed endlessly, and unknown flowers and plants flew into the distance, brushing against the pale faces of the dense crowd of agents in the sun.
Thousands of police officers fell into deathly silence in an instant!
My heart was tense, my body was sweating and shaking uncontrollably.
This is their personal experience.
The rows and rows of extremely cruel criminal laws on the wooden board would be unbearable to look at even if they were used on thieves. How about the delicate Miss Su?
"God damn the impetuous Mr. Jinyi, the iron-faced judge, the pure and kind young man, you and I are at odds with each other, you are hateful!"
A young policeman who admired Miss Su very much was so anxious that he fainted due to physical fatigue.
The other detectives clenched their fists and sabers. If they weren't afraid, they would have rushed forward and killed the thief with their own hands.
"Xin Da is in charge!"
Chen Jing suppressed his anger, took two steps forward, clasped his fists and saluted, trying hard to maintain a calm tone: "Last night you said that this morning you offered a price for Miss Su's release. Why did you list so many vicious punishments? This is human nature." What did you do? What do you want to do?"
“These criminal laws are the exchange of price tags.”
Xin Zhuo glanced at the detectives, saluted in return, and said with a serious face: "We, the heroes of Fulong Village, are pure and kind in nature and have never done anything evil. Even if we capture Miss Su, we will treat her with courtesy, but you wait The police force is pressing down on the border, and we are under great pressure.
Miss Su will definitely let her go, but I don’t think it’s too hasty. We have to do it step by step. Have you seen these 18 types of torture? Isn’t that reasonable? "
All of you who are pure and kind have lost all conscience, and all of you who are reasonable have been punished by heaven and earth.
All the arrests and arrests only felt that the anger in their hearts was getting stronger.
We have seen many rough and murderous bandits, but such shameless ones are rare.
"So?" Chen Jing selectively ignored the board and asked with a frown. He didn't quite understand what Xin Zhuo meant.
Xin Zhuo waved his sleeves: "So, whether these tortures are implemented or not depends on your performance. You can first choose a person to go up the mountain to negotiate the price with me. Once the agreement is reached, I will cross out one of the tortures. Then you can send another person A man went up the mountain to talk to me. Once we had reached an agreement, I deleted one more sentence until all the tortures were deleted one by one. At that time, I would naturally let Miss Su go down the mountain.
Quite reasonable, right? The premise is that one has strong martial arts skills and is a top-notch master, forget it as a minion.
In addition, don't think about conspiracy, otherwise you will just wait to collect the body for Miss Su. "
Chen Jing, Yuan Mo'er and the other catchers looked at each other. Although they didn't know the specific plans of the little thief Xin Zhuo, they coincided with everyone else's strategy and they could reach the peak without even persuading the other party.
Who goes first?
Xin Zhuo had already put his hands behind his back and turned to return to the village.
Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxi and Jiulang were left to guard, while Cui Yinger chased after them.
"Master, I don't understand what you mean."
Cui Ying'er frowned and said, "You listed so many tortures and asked them to come up to talk one by one. Are you trying to delay time, or are you asking for high prices?"
In her opinion, this is of no use. If it continues to be delayed, masters will gather in Fucheng, and Fulong Village will have no room for maneuver.
"Even if it's delaying, it's also asking for high prices. The more experts there are, the better."
Xin Zhuo walked into the village first, his tall back looking so confident and free in the sun.
What's the big boss's idea? Is it a broken idea or a clever idea?
Cui Ying'er's heart was in a mess, and she even felt that if it really didn't work, she should run away? This method of pulling out teeth from a tiger's mouth was something that even the old master would not dare to do during his lifetime.
The sun shines on the bandit compound, and the mountain breeze is blocked by the surrounding thatched houses. The temperature is moderate and warm.
Su Miaojin was washing clothes in the courtyard. Her waist-length black hair was pulled into a simple upturned bun, pinned with a jade hairpin. Her pretty face was lightly painted with powder, and she was sitting on a bamboo stool. Her slim figure was slightly arched, revealing her slender white hair. On the neck, a pair of green hands were a little red from scrubbing too hard.
It's just that the movements are very clumsy and clumsy. Every time I scrub, it feels like I have put in a lot of effort.
This was the first time in her life that she had to do laundry. In the past, it was something that a maid had to do at home.
"Snapped!"
A set of washed linen robes was thrown aside by her, and she stretched out her index finger to poke a hole.
Judging from the size of this set of clothes, they should be those of that little thief Xin Zhuo. This is her last act of stubbornness and unyielding.
Then she saw a pair of cloth shoes with rotten toes appearing in front of her.
Without looking up, she knew who was back. She recognized this pair of handmade shoes that were sold for only two copper coins.
very angry.
So, almost uncontrollably, she beat the clothes in the basin hard, causing water to splash all over the little thief's pants.
"The posture is wrong." Xin Zhuo said warmly without caring about the wet trouser legs.
Su Miaojin remained silent, but the rhythm of scrubbing slowed down a bit, and the corner of her eye turned slightly to her legs. Is there any skill in such a rough job as washing clothes?
"Washing clothes is like being a human being. You must first maintain your posture. The eldest lady is the eldest lady, and the prisoner is a prisoner. Well, you'd better not tilt your body, sit vertically, stretch out your hands, and look straight. In addition, try to use your hands as hard as possible. , don’t move your waist along with it, otherwise you will be very tired.”
Xin Zhuo was good at teaching and was a good teacher. Looking at Su Miaojin who was really tired and subconsciously tried according to what he said, he couldn't help but feel happy, "Hey, that's right, come on, I'll keep an eye on you. You will definitely be an outstanding laundry master in the future. You can find someone Nice work."
"puff--"
Han Qiniang, who was watching with wide eyes, couldn't help laughing, her peach blossom eyes turned into crescent moons.
Cui Ying'er also couldn't help laughing.
Su Miaojin paused for a moment, couldn't help but became angry, and rubbed hard.
Xin Zhuo turned around and returned to the room, glanced at the two neatly folded quilts in the corner, shook his head, and called out "Wang Yue Well".
The realms of Cui Ying'er's five bandit subordinates in the well have remained unchanged, but their moves have undergone some changes.
For example, Cui Ying'er's [ordinary serial Yuanyang Sword Technique] has become [entry-level serial Yuanyang Sword Technique].
The moves of other bandits are basically mastered.
"Entry" should belong to the level of entering a room.
In fact, according to their basic characteristics, it is still difficult to reach this point in less than a month. This is due to the effect of "Wangyue Well Water".
He looked at the well surface, which was not very wide. The policemen at the foot of the mountain should soon send people up the mountain to negotiate. There would probably be many more sacrifices to be made in the next few days.
That's right, he planned to use Mochizuki's three functions of apology, loyalty and debt to negotiate with the agents, create sacrifices for them, share their weapons, and soar in strength.
The first two must be difficult, but debt...
With Su Miaojin's threat, are you still afraid that they won't owe you their debt?
I wonder if fifteen places are enough?
The sun rose unknowingly. Su Miaojin finally came back from washing clothes and entered the house. She looked at the quilt first and seemed to feel that it was inappropriate to lie down in the daytime. She didn't know what to do, so she couldn't help but stand there in a daze.
Xin Zhuo pointed to the stool aside: "Sit!"
Su Miaojin glanced at him with her beautiful eyes and said nothing. If she sat down as he said, wouldn't she be bowing to the bandits?
It is impossible to sit down, I would rather stand.
"Sergeant from the peak, someone is coming to negotiate right away. They will rescue you and you will be a spectator," Xin Zhuo said.
"good!"
Su Miaojin's heart moved, and she sat obediently on the bamboo stool, sitting gracefully, with her wide sleeves on her knees, without squinting.
"Canglang..."
At this time, Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang in the courtyard outside suddenly pulled out their knives.
In the distance, a figure with a purple official's office, a soft-footed hat, and a long sword hanging on his waist was seen walking slowly.
