Raoul Rigoux knew that the most efficient ones were often the ones most likely to cause unjust cases, but there was no way that everyone was innocent during the war, and those who wanted to live unjustly could not care less.
The lame tailor was of course innocent. When the empire collapsed, old flags were discarded everywhere. This tricolor flag, embroidered with the Bonaparte family emblem, was the first to be eliminated.
The citizens are so poor that they would cherish even a piece of rag and hide it. Which of the citizens doesn't wear patched clothes? The imperial flag is made of thick materials, so it is a good material to use to repair clothes.
Not to mention the tailors who want to collect, the aunts who know how to live collect more!
But what can you do if you are innocent? In order to create an atmosphere of terror, you have to risk your innocent life to set the stage!
Sure enough, when the innocent lame tailor was beaten to death, the expressions of more than a dozen people in the crowd became strange. Inexperienced people would not be able to spot it, but under Raoul Rigaud and those who have been trying to figure out the secrets of people's hearts for many years In the eyes of the police, this is the biggest flaw.
"What are you doing? Why are you arresting me...I am a cake chef, I bake bread..."
"Go to hell with your toast, I don't like you, so I'm going to arrest you... search his house!"
The door of the down-and-out baker's house was kicked open, and Raoul Rigaud rushed in with his lackeys and began a careful investigation.
During the war, no one could live in a whole house to himself, and the baker's house was crowded with sixteen people from all walks of life, all of whom were singled out by the secret police and interrogated one by one.
No one will admit that they are royalist spies, and everyone wants to live. Even if they are whipped randomly, they will cry and beg for mercy, but they will not confess to life or death.
Raoul Rigaud rolled his eyes and began to search the room himself. This old fox's nose was too sensitive and he walked out in less than ten minutes.
"There are sixteen people living in your house, the baker's family of three, the cobbler's family of four...the blacksmith's family of two..."
"The remaining are seven soldiers of the National Guard...well, they are still temporarily recruited militiamen..."
"Stand up for me..." Raoul Rigault took out a newspaper from his pocket, walked in front of everyone, and pointed to a certain word on it.
"You! Read it out..." The baker's family shook their heads in horror. Who knows such complicated words? It would be nice for bakers to know how men and women spell it.
"Your family... read it out..." The cobbler's family didn't know the words either.
At the end of the 19th century, France did not start compulsory education for all people at all, and the public literacy rate did not even reach 10%. There were statistics at the end of the Franco-Prussian War.
The literacy rate of Prussian legionnaires is 100%, while the literacy rate of French legionnaires is less than 20%!
Think about it, what a terrible education gap this is, so many scholars have said that the failure of the Franco-Prussian War was actually already distinguished in the primary school classrooms of the two countries!
No one knows the words in the newspaper in Raoul Rigao's hand. This is normal!
"No one can read? Hahaha... Sure enough, no one can read... So let me ask you, what is in the house?"
Raoul Li Gao reached out and grabbed the baker's neck, pinched the fat folds on the back of his neck like an eagle's talons, and dragged him into the house.
"Zombie, get out of here..." Raoul Rigault was so cruel that the flesh on the back of the baker's neck was pinched, and blood flowed down along the wrinkles.
Dragging to the edge of a white wall, Raoul Rigaud pointed to a string of blue dots on the wall and shouted, "What is this? Damn you bastard, tell me what this is..."
"Afraid to speak? Let me tell you, this is blue ink, this is the blue ink in the pen... You are all illiterate in the house, how can you have blue ink in the pen?"
Now all the secret police around looked at the commander with great admiration!
"Yeah! An illiterate country bumpkin actually has a pen? Isn't this a joke..."
Fountain pens were a truly high-end product in the 19th century. It took an ordinary worker two or three months' wages to buy the cheapest one, which was of average quality.
And each of the high-quality fountain pens used by wealthy people is worth hundreds or even thousands of francs!
Cheap pens like this often tend to clog the nib, so many people like to flick it when they can't write.
This dot of blue ink on the wall is the mark left by the pen!
Now the baker was completely paralyzed. He was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and muttered not knowing what to say.
A long piece of wood was thrown into the bread baking stove and burned into red coals in just three minutes!
Raoul Rigaud grabbed the wooden stick and walked up to the baker with a sneer. "Haha... you are so tough! You still can't see the situation clearly. What's the use of your eyes!"
With a sting... the red burning charcoal pierced the baker's right eye, and the room suddenly screamed like a slaughtered pig!
"Ah!" The baker who was burning his cigarette to death rolled back and forth on the ground, and his wife knelt down with a thud. "Don't kill us, don't kill us... In the backyard, there is a secret passage in the firewood warehouse in the backyard..."
The interrogation finally came out, and the plainclothesmen rushed into the warehouse and threw out the bundles of firewood for baking bread. Sure enough, there was a secret door with a pull tab on the floor.
After opening it, three men with frightened expressions were revealed inside!
"Caught, caught the Dog Emperor's spy!"
"Interrogation! Interrogate me to death and let them account for all their accomplices!"
The bakery had become a shura field, and the secret police used all kinds of torture techniques. The citizens in the surrounding blocks turned pale with fear, but no one dared to scream.
The adults blocked the children's mouths and eyes, not letting them scream or look, but the children could always see this horrific scene through the gaps between their fingers.
Fingernails and teeth were pulled out alive one by one, and human skin was cut off piece by piece with daggers. The screaming spy soon confessed the secret in his belly.
Some even confessed to spying on girls taking a shower when they were ten years old!
"Hahaha... I thought they had such hard bones! It turns out they are just a bunch of cowards!"
"If I break one point, I can pull out a net... to catch him, I would rather kill him by mistake than let him go!"
The spies who had no information in their stomachs knelt on the street with their faces facing the wall. Raoul Rigaud looked at them with disgust, took out his pistol without saying a word, and pulled the trigger at the back of their heads.
Bang bang bang... one corpse after another fell on the street!
"This is the fate of the emperor's lackeys! This is the fate of being a spy for the enemy!"
"How dare you harbor spies in this neighborhood? It seems like their loyalty is not pure... I will take them all under my custody. The men will be sent to death squads, and the women and children will be sent to prisoner of war camps for hard labor!"
"This is what you get for shielding the enemy! This is sitting in a row!"
