Han Changmu looked around at the plum blossom picture and felt vaguely familiar, so he looked at it a few more times. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.
He squatted on the ground in a very shapeless manner, with the hem of his clothes pulled into rags by the gravel dragging on the ground. When he was thinking about things, his hands were very dishonest, and his two fingers were always twisting something unconsciously, sleeves, and network. Things like sub.
Twisting and twirling, an idea flashed in his mind. This picture was very clear with cold plum blossoms, slanting branches, and coexisted with character and grace. Although there was no identification, it was clearly the work of the famous masters of the time, Jiang Shen and Jiang Ge Lao, but he didn't know why. The silk square has become a flower bag for flower arrangement.
But this is not the most important thing. What is important is that Mr. Jiang Ge's paintings have become the key to triggering the mechanism. Does Mr. Jiang Ge himself know?
Maybe I don’t know.
Mr. Jiang Ge is a very popular minister and has no shortage of fame and wealth. There is no need to tie his head to his waistband to do such a thing of exterminating the nine tribes. Besides, if he succeeds in this matter, he will still be a very popular minister, but if he does not succeed, he will be a very popular minister. Houses were confiscated and families were destroyed.
It's not cost-effective no matter how you calculate it.
Jiang Ge was always a shrewd person and could not do such stupid things, but he was the shrewdest person and did the most uneconomical thing.
The thing was placed here, Han Changmu had to think more.
Before Yao Yao could do anything, Han Changmu picked up a piece of porcelain and placed it lightly into one of the depressions.
There was deathly silence in the cave, only the breathing of these people could be heard.
Han Changmu pursed his lips, seemingly trying to fill up all these depressions before there would be any movement.
He neatly placed the remaining porcelain pieces in place, and everyone held their breaths, staring intently, waiting.
Sure enough, the cave was only quiet for a moment, and the stone wall opposite everyone changed.
There was a loud sound of the earth shaking from behind the stone wall, like a huge surging wave hitting the stone wall hard, and the wall shook violently.
He Zhenfu tightened his sleeves and was a little panicked. The place was probably going to collapse. They, like them, were not going to be buried alive here today.
Just as his unlucky thoughts passed away for a moment, he secretly spat at himself.
Your Excellency is still at peace, why is he panicking? Isn't the life of a junior commander more valuable than the life of a commander-in-chief? !
The stone wall shook violently for a moment, then suddenly trembled slightly and creaked out of the way.
A narrow gap.
Han Changmu opened his mouth slightly and was stunned. Why didn't he find such a stone door on the stone wall? He knocked on the wall for a long time, knocking on the lonely door.
He calmed down, asked Yao Yao to put away the porcelain pieces, and took the lead in walking towards the stone gate.
He Zhenfu finally recovered from the fear of almost being buried alive. He jumped in front of Han Changmu and threw a bright torch along the crack of the door, suddenly illuminating the dark cave behind the door.
Looking in along the light, I saw that this time it was not an empty cave.
Han Changmu walked in.
This cave was colder and damper than the others, and a stench that made you want to vomit came to your face. There were piles of blood-stained hay scattered in the corners, and a few broken mattresses with yellowed cotton wool exposed. .
The tattered mattress was black and hard on the ground, and a sour and foul smell rushed out.
As soon as He Zhenfu got closer, he was so smoked that he tilted his head back and saw stars in his eyes.
Oh, so damn refreshing.
Everyone looked around with torches and saw scratch marks everywhere on the stone wall and on the ground.
Whip marks, knife marks.
Blood stains splashed on the stone wall, and then dragged to the ground, some connected in patches, some scattered.
A row of various torture instruments were placed along the wall. The torture instruments were stained with blood and strands of long hair.
The torches of these people were almost burnt, and the firelight swayed, revealing a bit of darkness that had reached its peak and faded away. The dark light flowed over these torture instruments like water, and the heavy black torture instruments echoed the new and fresh ones above. The blood stains looked particularly shocking.
The large number and complicated styles of these torture instruments really shocked He Zhenfu's eyes.
This is worse than the one in the Department of Internal Health Prison.
Yao Yao was also shocked. She walked to one of the torture instruments and reached out to wipe a handful of the blood. It was still a little sticky. She wiped two handfuls of it on her body casually. A handkerchief was handed over to her. She was stunned for a moment and pushed it away. Han Changmu's hand said in a deep voice: "Sir, this blood has not dried yet."
Han Changmu took back the handkerchief angrily. In order to cover up his embarrassment, he wiped his hands and said, "It seems that there was someone else here before we entered the secret passage." He turned around and looked around: "There must be another one here. Exit, otherwise you will collide with us."
Yao Yao nodded, there must be another exit, but there are torture instruments here. Could it be used for interrogation? Could it be that this is another Department of Internal Health?
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao and seemed to have guessed what she was thinking. He clenched his fists and his voice was low and cold: "Look carefully at these instruments of torture. They are all the ones that hurt people but don't kill them. Even Since it does not hurt people's fundamentals, it just makes people miserable. The use of such instruments of torture is often not for interrogation or killing, but for training and training to raise the dead."
Training, raising, dying soldiers.
Use the pain of not being able to survive or die to intimidate and control, making people unable to live well and unable to die, so they dare not escape or resist, and then they are willing to be driven.
The chill climbed from the soles of his feet to his hair, and Yao Yao shivered.
Looking at the entire Dajing Dynasty, the method of training the death guards in the Beiya Forbidden Army was the most cruel. A group of children with good qualifications and toughness of heart were selected and sent to the death camp for three to five days. In the end, those who were left to die were left behind. A group of people.
In addition to the cruel training methods, he is very tolerant in other places. He is never unkind in food and clothing.
To put it bluntly, the death guards trained in the Beiya Forbidden Army can live happily and die happily.
This is the greatest kindness of a saint.
Yao Yao's eyes gradually became straighter.
Han Changmu knew what Yao Yao's biggest fear was. He raised his hand and wanted to pat her shoulder, which looked weak but was actually fleshy. But as soon as he raised his hand, he heard Yao Yao's exclamation.
"Sir, these people who are being tortured are not from Dajing." Yao Yao twisted a long, curly hair in his hand and raised it, almost hitting Han Changmu's face.
Han Changmu quickly retracted his hand, covering up his embarrassment with a look of surprise and disgust. He stared at the hair and asked, "Really? What's wrong with the hair?"
He Zhenfu was awkwardly digging his toes into the ground beside him.
What did he see? In order to deceive the young lady, the Majesty's Majesty Commander pretended to be crazy and deaf.
No, he didn't see anything.
The hair was raised in front of Han Changmu's eyes. Yao Yao didn't believe that the stern-eyed young envoy of the Internal Security Department didn't see anything. She pursed her lower lip and was still very patient.
explained: "This hair is curly and yellow, a little stiff, and feels a little rough and dry, while the Dajing people's hair is dark, thin, soft, and relatively straight, with few naturally curly hair. This hair is more like the hair of the Tubo people." "
Han Changmu took out the handkerchief, motioned to Yao Yao to put this hair on top, and asked her to collect other long hair. Sure enough, the same was true for the other hair.
He turned to look at He Zhenfu and said calmly: "Pull out a hair."
He Zhenfu was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips helplessly, loosened his bun, pulled two hairs and placed them on the veil.
In this comparison, the difference is immediately apparent.
Han Changmu frowned, and his voice became colder. It was like the wind on a cold day, blowing chills into the bones of people: "There is a secret passage and a secret room in the outer house of the elder Ge. After discovering the robbed salary, he will also The Tubo people are trained as death warriors, this person has a big agenda."
Yao Yao pursed her lips and said nothing. It's not that she didn't understand the affairs of the government, it was just that understanding was one thing, but saying it was another matter. It was easy to lose your head quickly if you couldn't say it well in one sentence. It was rare to be exiled for thousands of miles. For A slave is a maid.
She didn't want to go down the same road again.
Han Changmu waited for a long time, but did not wait for anyone else's response. His brows furrowed even more tightly, like mountains and ravines, deeply imprinted on his forehead.
It concerns the elder, so we have to act with caution.
He waved his hand and said sternly: "Look for the other exit here and see where this place ultimately leads."
After hearing this, Yao Yao and others immediately spread out and searched carefully.
The cave was not very big, and you could see it all at a glance. Several people started knocking on the stone wall together, and finally found a slightly thinner place.
He Zhenfu learned the lesson this time and called two internal guards to use daggers to clean up the dust on the problematic stone wall.
In the dim light, years of dust circulated mistyly.
He Zhenfu and the others moved very quickly, and soon discovered the tiny gap in the stone wall.
He said in surprise: "Sir, there is indeed a door here."
Han Changmu walked over with his hands behind his back, looked at it, nodded and said, "Let's look for the mechanism."
The few people shuttled through the secret passage so many times, and they had already found the doorway by looking for the mechanism. This time, they still found several depressions of different shapes on the ground.
As usual, he picked out a few broken pieces of porcelain and placed them in the depression. After a moment, the stone door was completely opened.
When the door opened this time, there was no sound at all. From the time the porcelain pieces were placed to the time the stone door opened, it was silent.
It's just that we didn't encounter any big dangers along the way, and everyone ignored this difference.
Han Changmu walked over with his hands behind his back, while Yao Yao put away the porcelain pieces and followed closely.
He Zhenfu was busy working with the other two internal guards to record the torture instruments that were not in the internal security department, and was a little late.
When Han Changmu and Yao Yao had already entered the cave behind the door, He Zhenfu put away the pen and paper and hurriedly chased after them.
Just as he reached the door, his foot stepped on a depression and sank slightly.
He didn't pay attention and walked forward.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the foot fell, there was a sudden violent shaking in the cave. At the door of the cave where Han Changmu and his two men had just walked in, countless boulders as high as one person fell clattering down, and the stone door was also closed tightly.
