This old castrated dog is coming with bad intentions!
Gao Nanchen secretly cursed himself for being stupid. If he really wanted to come, how could he smash down the door of Fusi in Beizhen in the middle of the night?
However, they are Dongchang after all.
Not even their Jin Yiwei commander dared to offend these old geldings, let alone him?
So, Gao Nanchen knelt on the ground, showed a humble expression, and said, "What do you mean, Mr. Criminal Officer? If there is anything that is not done properly in this humble position, please make it clear."
"Explicitly stated?"
Tao Ying walked up to Gao Nanchen, looked at him condescendingly, and said, "We are here to tell you that Dongchang will officially intervene in the investigation of the Nanjiao Town Massacre case. Now, we order you to immediately turn over the previous All files have been sent."
"If there is a page and a half missing, then don't blame us for wanting your head! Go and hurry up!"
A strong and domineering attitude, filled with a cold and chilling atmosphere.
It was also the first time for Yang Fan to see Tao Ying behave like this!
It’s really amazing!
At the very least, Gao Nanchen from Qianhu of Jinyiwei was as scared as a chicken.
His face was pale and he was sweating. He felt that the aura coming from Tao Ying was like a big invisible hand squeezing his heart and lungs.
It seemed as if his heart and lungs would be completely crushed in the next second.
"Yes, yes, I will call someone to get it right away."
He looked at the dumbfounded men next to him and immediately shouted sharply: "What are you still doing? Why don't you hurry up and get what the executioner wants!"
Several Baihu subordinates immediately woke up, quickly got up from the ground, and ran into Beizhen Fusi Yamen.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they moved, an extremely heavy pressure suddenly pressed on their shoulders, causing them to freeze on the ground.
What a terrifying power of blood!
It was almost impossible for them to even move.
"Xiao Fanzi, follow them in! Anyone who dares to play tricks will be killed directly."
"yes."
Following Tao Ying's instructions, Yang Fan stepped forward.
At the same time, several hundred households also felt that they had regained the power to move. When they turned around, they saw a handsome little eunuch coming to them.
"Let's go."
Yang Fan glanced at them.
Several people looked at each other and led the way, but they kept cursing in their hearts. The boss couldn't offend the old gelding, and they couldn't offend the little gelding around them.
In this world, isn’t this bullying an honest person?
Of course, if Jin Yiwei were honest, the whole world would be a good person.
In this way, several people quickly arrived at the confidential archives room where the files were stored.
Just when Yang Fan was about to follow him, one of the hundreds of households bravely said: "Sir, this is our internal archives. Do you think you can wait here for a moment..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt a black shadow approaching, and before he could react, he felt a burning pain coming from his face!
Snap!
A blood mark emerged!
Astonishingly, it was Yang Fan who slapped him in the face with the scabbard.
Then, Yang Fan's cold voice was heard: "If you dare to delay again, it won't be the scabbard that hits you next time!"
Hundreds of households felt chills in their hearts.
Naturally, he heard the seriousness in Yang Fan's tone. He dared not say anything. Feeling the severe pain on his face, he lowered his head and walked in dejectedly.
Yang Fan followed indifferently.
Entering the confidential archives room, it doesn't look big from the outside, but there is a lot of space inside. The space is extremely huge. I can see rows of bookshelves displayed in it, sorted by categories, and it still looks dense.
Soon, under the leadership of the treasurer's clerk, several hundred households came to a bookshelf.
The label of "Southern Suburbs Massacre Case" was clearly left there. However, Yang Fan's face sank because there were very few files!
Baihu personally took the dossier and handed it over.
"that's it?"
He reached out and took the file from Baihu's hand.
I flipped through it twice and found that there were only a few sentences on it!
Moreover, there are no records of on-site inspections or subsequent investigations!
He raised his eyebrows and glanced at the faces of several hundred households. For such a major case, all the people in several towns were dead, and the file only had two pages?
It was related to the massacre in the southern suburbs of Tu Town. He suspected that it was related to his killing of Wanbao Tianha. Naturally, he wanted to find out the truth and bring justice to the suffering people.
Now, how could he not be angry that these royal guards dared to do things so perfunctorily?
Yang Fan had a frosty look on his face, and he squeezed out a sentence from his teeth that was chilling to hear: "You guys dare to prevaricate me like this! Are you bullying me because I'm young, or are you bullying me because I'm not good at swordsmanship?"
The sound made the ground clang.
"My lord, please calm down. I don't dare to do this for those of low rank!"
Several hundred households felt Yang Fan's rage and fell to their knees with a plop.
"Don't you dare? Is this what you don't dare to do? Do you really think that my sword, Yang's, is harmful to you?"
There was a snap.
Yang Fan suddenly threw the file on the face of one of the hundreds of households, kicked him on the chest, and kicked him completely. He flew out and fell heavily to the ground.
It was only then that the few blank pages in the dossier fell down.
When the hundreds of households saw this, they were also shocked.
"Sir, calm down!"
Several households begged for mercy, saying, "The case files have always existed here, and we don't know why only this is left!"
They felt extremely unjust and complained secretly in their hearts.
This matter is not their responsibility in the first place. They are just on duty tonight. Who knew they would encounter such arrogant geldings, one large and one small!
In the archives room, the atmosphere fell into a deathly silence.
The clerk in charge of managing the archives on the side turned pale, and huddled tremblingly, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to get in, so that Yang Fan wouldn't find out.
However, Yang Fan's eyes slowly moved over.
fell on him.
"Where's the file?"
He asked calmly three words.
Compared with the previous coldness, although this sentence was plain, it made the treasurer's junior officer even more frightened, fearing that Yang Fan would chop him down with a knife in the next second.
"Ying, it should be, was, was transferred away..."
The treasurer's clerk stammered.
"By whom?"
Cold sweat broke out on the treasurer's forehead and he said, "I need to check."
He quickly ran to the record book next to the bookshelf, took it down, and began to look through the retrieval records inside. However, the record column above was blank!
Yang Fan took the record book into his hand.
When he saw the blank record column above, his face became even colder.
"Take your files and follow me."
Yang Fan glanced at the kneeling households, picked up the treasurer's clerk, and strode toward the door.
It wasn't until he left that hundreds of households breathed a sigh of relief.
They quickly helped up the colleague who was kicked in the chest and almost lost half his life. They picked up the piece of paper with a few words written on it and hurried to the door of the Yamen.
"What a miserable life!"
They looked at each other and knew in their hearts that Tao Ying, who was wearing a prison officer's uniform outside, was the real trouble.
Once you don't respond well, it can really kill you!
