Chapter 68: The destruction of the "Donglin Party Reconnaissance Team" Just as Yu Guozhen was looking around in frustration at the bustling Sanya Railway Station Square, trying to find the contact person who did not know where he was, a dark-skinned little maid next to him who was carrying a suitcase and basket suddenly reached out and tugged on his sleeve. : "Brother Yu, we have arrived at the place now, where should we go next?"
"Shut up Erdong, you idiot, how can you do this?
How many times have you told me to call me young master?"
Yu Guozhen, who was still a little confused at first, was shocked when he heard this, and quickly hit her hard on the head.
At the same time, he carefully observed the surroundings.
Fortunately, the other scholars and servants of the "Donglin Party Tour Group" were at this moment.
They were all looking curiously at the various shops in the station square.
The vendors, as well as the beautiful fountain in the center of the square decorated with colorful mosaics and marble fairy statues, were dazzled by the unheard of foreign scenery.
There were even people tasting a bunch of snacks, and no one noticed a certain The little maid spoke rudely.
"Oh, it hurts so much.
We're already here, why are you acting like a young man?"
Looking at the sickle-hammer flag and the five-star red flag flying on the flagpole in front of the station, the little maid complained while holding her head in pain.
Then, she was hit hard on the head again.
Speaking of which, Yu Guozhen traveled all the way from the south of the Yangtze River to Lingnan.
In addition to the two boys, he actually took this maid with him.
In today's context, it is a strange thing in itself.
You know, only in the ancient times in martial arts novels, there are inns and restaurants everywhere, so that the knights and knights who travel the world can stay thousands of miles away from home and still look graceful.
In the real ancient feudal society, long-distance travel across mountains and rivers was actually very dangerous and difficult.
After all, in those days, travel was basically based on walking, communication was basically relying on shouting, barren mountains and ridges were infested by bandits, and black shops selling people and selling goods could be seen everywhere.
If you don't have the ability to defend yourself, you may feed the wolves on the way at any time, or be robbed or killed by bandits and mountain people.
When women travel far away, their daily lives are particularly inconvenient.
Therefore, in principle, women in ancient times tried not to travel far away.
Even if it is a wealthy family, unless there are ladies and young ladies traveling, the dandy boy will not take a woman with him to wait on him when he goes out.
That's why there is a saying that a bookboy is multi-talented and can also sell his butt and serve as a maid and concubine at night.
Another reason is that the end of the Ming Dynasty was at the time when homosexuality was prevalent.
For the lustful people at that time, it really didn’t matter whether they were male or female.
Although most of the members of the "Donglin Party Tour Group" who come to Lingnan are officials and extravagant libertines, there are also many lusty ghosts who have slept with seven or eight girls from their intercourse at home.
But this time when they were going on a long trip to Lingnan to "explore the love affairs" and "eat Australian meat", each of them still only brought a servant with them to serve them.
Yu Guozhen was the only one who actually traveled with his maid, which attracted everyone's attention.
At first, there were a few nosy scholars who were very interested in this strange thing, thinking that this maid was so charming and beautiful that she could charm young heroes such as the "Inaction Young Tiger" Yu Guozhen. , so much so that they refused to separate for a moment, but they happily found an opportunity.
Hui came over to take a look, but was greatly disappointed: I saw that the girl named Dai had a skinny and skinny figure, and her skin was very dark.
Her appearance could only be described as delicate at best.
Except for her large eyes, she was almost featureless.
It can be said that I really don't know what Yu Guozhen likes about this little girl.
Moreover, in the final analysis, this is just a trivial private matter of someone else's family, so soon no one will pay attention to this little maid anymore.
However, judging from what this little maid said to Yu Guozhen just now in front of the train station, it seems that there is something hidden in it.
At this moment, a young Taoist priest with a goatee next to the fountain in the square held up a Bagua banner with his left hand.
With his right hand, he looked at a photo again and again by the light of the street lamp, and finally confirmed that he was not mistaken.
Then he strode up to Yu Guozhen.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, this young master, I am so polite."
The Taoist priest first made a promise, and then started to scaremongering seriously: "I'm sorry to speak so bluntly, I looked at your face and found that your appearance has turned dark.
Recently, you have been very virtuous.
If there is a loss, the whole body will be surrounded by bad luck.”
Judging from the above words alone, it seems that this is just an ordinary wandering Taoist priest soliciting business, so Yu Guozhen also showed a bored look at first.
But then the other party deliberately showed a black leather ID card and quietly made a few gestures, which made Yu Guozhen's pupils shrink suddenly.
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So Yu Guozhen squatted down at the Taoist priest's fortune-telling booth, muttered for a while, and finally bought an amulet and went back.
Next, on the evening of the day when the "Donglin Party Tour Group" headed by Tongcheng celebrity Fang Yizhi arrived in Sanya, after having dinner at the only inn next to the station that provided meals, Yu Guozhen suddenly felt "unaccustomed to the local environment" and had unbearable abdominal pain. , was sent to the "Australian" hospital for treatment by the "enthusiastic" innkeeper.
And the "loyal" little maid Dai Erdong naturally followed her young master to stay overnight with him, wipe sweat and serve tea.
However, just after taking the train for a day, the Donglin scholars, who were already very sleepy, were suddenly kicked open by a group of armed "thieves" and arrested, and then they were all tied up and tied up.
They put black cloth bags over their heads and escorted them out one by one.
As for the few martial arts experts they hired with huge sums of money, they had anesthetic gas poured into the room early.
One of the swordsmen who stood vigil outside was also shot down by a sniper who had already arranged it with a tranquilizer gun.
In short, he was unable to save himself and could no longer be loyal to the savior.
Even the "chivalrous knights" of the seventeenth century, no matter how experienced they were, could not withstand the high-tech means four hundred years later.
Then, after some rough driving, pushing and escorting, the black cloth bag on Fang Yizhi's head was finally removed.
Shaking his slightly groggy head, Fang Yizhi looked around blankly and found that he was standing in a brightly lit room with walls except for the iron door behind it.
This was not actually a real interrogation room.
It's just an unused utility room.
Various settings in "normal" modern interrogation rooms are designed to maximize the desperation of prisoners, such as the deathly darkness, almost minimal lighting, and special walls installed with thick sponge sound insulation layers.
The high ceilings and high ceilings that increase psychological pressure cannot be tolerated here.
Facing prisoners of today's level, there is no need for high-end interrogation techniques.
Immediately afterwards, several soldiers in camouflage uniforms came in from the door carrying a table and chairs.
It was obvious that they were not meant for him, a prisoner, to sit on.
Next, a Ming Dynasty general wearing silver armor and a bright red cloak walked in calmly, sat down and said with a smile: "Mr.
Fang Mi of Tongcheng, Fang Yi Zhi Piao Zi Mi Zhi, I'm in Huangshi.
I've admired my name for a long time, but you must have recognized me.
After all, aren't you just here specifically for me?
I have to say that you have been here until now.
You can still be so calm, which shows that Mr.
Mi Zhi's title of celebrity is indeed worthy of your friends, but they all have pale faces, can't even speak, and even pooped in their crotches."
Huang Shi smiled with a mixture of disdain and pity on his face, sighed and shook his head, "You actually sent such a bunch of trash to cause trouble for me, and even went all the way to the border of Qiongzhou.
Could it be that all the Dukes of Donglin are...
Are you blind?"
A mere lowly warrior who colluded with barbarians and harmed the common people actually dared to violate ethics and despise noble scholars.
Such rebellious remarks immediately made Fang Yizhi, who had always regarded himself as the proud man of heaven, feel full of anger.
Still stuffed with a ball of linen, no matter what he wanted to express, he couldn't say coherent words, so he could only make a whining sound to vent his anger and dissatisfaction.
"Mr.
Mi Zhi, are you anxious to say anything?
Just in time, I also have something to ask you.
Pa" Huang Shi snapped his fingers with a frivolous expression and told the soldiers, "Bring me the things and serve Mr.
Fang well and tell the truth."
Listening to the shameless words of the traitor in front of him, Fang Yizhi calmed down, determined to keep the secret, and scolded this despicable person in person, so that the vulgar warriors could take a good look at what is meant by the iron bones of our generation of scholars.
Another example of the noble righteousness of scholar-bureaucrats Then, he personally experienced that the latest interrogation method of these "whistle thieves" did not involve any torture or torture.
It was just that a soldier opened a certain rattan box and took out a weird little black box.
Doraemon's magical prop Honest Radio Wave The generator was placed next to his face, and then he dug out the linen stuffed in his mouth.
Fang Yizhi could no longer control his mouth and said everything without hesitation.
What kind of evil magic is this?
Damn, what evil beings are these thieves?
Fang Yizhi felt deep fear from the depths of his soul, but had to desperately tell everything he knew.
Three days later, while being busy with everything, classmate Wang Qiu finally took the time to read the summary report on the case.
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"They actually sent such a bunch of unreliable dudes from the Donglin Party.
Aren't they afraid that the meat buns will beat the dogs and they will never come back?"
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