Chapter 328: Closing the net in advance! Step 1 to eliminate the rebels
Chapter 328: Closing the net in advance! The first step to eradicate the rebels
How can it be considered bewitching?!
Inside the private room, the water in the copper hot pot had already boiled, with hot steam gushing out and covering the face of the person who was actually in charge of the Kuangfu Society branch.
Zhao Duan narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel "convinced" in his heart.
"咚咚-"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and the waiter's voice came from outside:
"Sir, would you like some more water?"
The sudden sound broke the atmosphere in the room.
The confusion in Zhao Duan's eyes suddenly cleared up, and he said calmly, "No need."
Outside, the waiter who was standing next to the door, holding an iron kettle with a long and pointed spout, answered, then turned and left.
"Sir, what do you think?"
The middle-aged man was slightly annoyed by the waiter's interruption, but still asked patiently.
Zhao Duan looked at him quietly, then suddenly smiled, speaking in a sarcastic tone, and uttered only two words:
"That's it?"
The middle-aged man was stunned.
Zhao Duan sneered: "I thought the so-called national teacher could have some witty words. I don't want to waste my precious time, so I just said this basket of nonsense."
The middle-aged man wanted to speak.
Zhao Duan interrupted:
"When the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked... What Buddha, what game, after all the twists and turns, it's nothing more than these six words from ancient times to the present. Do you think that with such vulgar words, you can make me moved? Fear? To alienate the relationship between me and His Majesty? Are you worthy?"
The middle-aged man's expression froze and he remained silent.
Zhao Duan leaned forward, supported the table with both hands, stood up slightly, and assumed an oppressive posture.
The two people's faces came close to each other, and the coldness and murderous look on his face were no longer concealed:
"I am disappointed. Perhaps in your opinion, you can intimidate me with the so-called power of deception, supplemented by conspiracy theories that seem sophisticated but are actually just 'common sense'..."
The middle-aged man said, "But the possibility I mentioned exists. Do you want to deny it?"
Zhao Duan sneered, and the two of them moved closer together. His voice suddenly became very low:
"I believe it. But... as long as you thieves are still here, how can I be abandoned again?"
The second half of his sentence that he didn't say was:
By the time the Kuangfu Society and the Eight Kings fell, he should have had enough power to protect himself.
Well, this is just the worst plan. If he marries the empress...it will be a completely different world.
There is no such word as lose in the logic of a bootlicker.
"Is that what you think, sir?"
The middle-aged man's expression calmed down. He wanted to say something, but found that Zhao Duan suddenly stood up and distanced himself from him.
His words got stuck in his throat because he suddenly felt a chill between his eyebrows, like a drop of rain hitting there.
A fine flying knife flew across the mist of the copper hot pot and landed in the palm of the handsome man in front of it.
There was a bloody hole between the eyebrows of the middle-aged shopkeeper.
At this moment, a stream of scarlet and sticky blood flowed out from the center of his eyebrows like a thin and narrow waterfall and poured into the milky white bone soup boiling in the hot pot.
The boiling bone soup gradually subsided, and the tofu rolling in the pot also turned red.
The light in the eyes of the branch agent dimmed, lifeless, and he looked down in despair.
The corpse lay reclining in a high-back chair, its eyes filled with confusion.
Zhao Duan stood in front of the window, overlooking the bustling streets outside. He put his left hand behind his back, slowly closed his right hand in front of him, clenched the Golden Crow Flying Knife, and spoke softly:
"Noisy."
At the moment when the middle-aged shopkeeper died, Zhao Duan clearly felt that his somewhat dusty mind was suddenly wiped clean and regained clarity.
He was slightly startled before he realized that it was not until this moment that the power of bewitchment truly disappeared?
Just now, even though he had guarded his exterior, his mind had been "polluted" unknowingly.
"Drive! Drive!"
On the street, the sound of horses galloping was heard in the distance, and Ma Yan and Haitang came galloping over.
The two of them had sharp eyes and could see each other even though they were hundreds of meters apart.
Ma Yan did not hesitate and went straight into the restaurant with Haitang.
Amid the astonished gazes of the guests and waiters below, he ran up to the private room, pushed open the door, and saw the body lying next to the hot pot and Zhao Duan with his hands behind his back and his back to them.
"Ah——" the female detective exclaimed and subconsciously grasped the handle of the knife.
Ma Yan's face changed slightly: "What's going on?"
Zhao Duan turned around and calmly recounted everything that had just happened.
Haitang was stunned, staring at the corpse in disbelief, and said, "So, the agent of the Beijing Kuangfu Society took the initiative to come here to seek death?"
Zhao Duan shook his head and said seriously: "He is not an agent."
"Who is that?"
"He is the evil Taoist priest, the National Master of Dayu." Zhao Duan explained calmly.
This time, even Ma Yan looked confused.
Zhao Duan glanced at the two of them and explained patiently:
"I talked to him before, deliberately testing him. When he talked about the second prince's seizure of the throne and the late emperor, the tone and demeanor he used did not sound like a rebel leader, but more like a demon defending himself.
Just imagine, a loyal rebel who was appointed by Zhuang Xiaocheng to be the leader of the key place in the capital must be loyal and reliable. How could he make such sarcastic comments, even with a hint of mockery and contempt, to evaluate Jian Wen and the late emperor? "
After a pause, Zhao Duan continued:
"However, what really makes me sure of this is that this person was already dead before he came to see me."
He pointed to the congealed blood.
Haitang, who has rich criminal investigation experience, understood immediately:
"The blood of a person who has just been killed is fresh and thin, but this person's blood is too thick... This is the characteristic of a dead person!"
She raised her tear-stained face and said in astonishment, "You mean, the demon Taoist may have killed the rebel first, and then used some evil method to bend over the corpse to meet you?"
Zhao Duan sighed:
"Only this can explain why an ordinary rebel's words have the power to deceive people. Humph, ever since this person came in, I felt something was wrong.
However, perhaps it was precisely because it was only a possession, and not the demon himself, that I was not successfully bewitched...
Well, actually, I am not entirely sure whether I am still in a state of bewitching. "
Ma Yan looked at him for a while and said firmly:
"You are fine. With your cultivation level, it is difficult to be controlled. The most important thing is that any spell will be released as long as the direct caster is killed. This has been verified long ago. If you are worried, you can visualize the Six Chapters Sutra and explore it yourself later."
Is that so...I have learned...
Zhao Duan felt relieved. He had too little experience in dealing with evil sorcerers, so he did not dare to take this kind of strange magic lightly.
Ma Yan stepped forward, carefully examined the body, and said with an unpleasant expression:
"It seems that the situation is worse than we expected. The demon can actually possess the dead and bewitch them. This makes it even more difficult to capture the real person."
Haitang frowned and said:
"If this demon is not lying, then he has obviously begun to control the Kuangfu Society in the capital. But why did he kill the agent? Just to get a puppet to possess?"
She felt an inexplicable chill down her spine, and she instinctively feared and loathed this evil way of killing and manipulating people at will.
Ma Yan exhaled and sneered:
"The reason why evil sorcerers are not tolerated by the righteous is that they worship evil gods, and their minds become twisted and erratic. They often act according to their moods, and they never care about the reason when killing people. They often kill people when they want to."
His tone showed that he was not surprised that the imperial teacher was bewitched into killing someone and using the corpse as a weapon.
They are like a group of mental patients. It is hard to reason with them using normal logic.
At this time, the Jinyi captains who followed behind also rushed over and surrounded the restaurant, causing a commotion downstairs and the guests were terrified.
Ma Yan took a deep breath and said:
"I will handle this matter later. I will also report the demon's new abilities to His Majesty later. You can go back first."
Zhao Duan nodded, took two steps, and suddenly said:
"I think that we should not passively take a beating when doing things. Taking the initiative may have miraculous effects. Since this evil Taoist has already contacted the Kuangfu Society, we can start from the rebels and trace them back to their source."
After saying this, Zhao Duan walked downstairs and left.
The two were left frowning and thinking, but they had no clue.
……
Pear Blossom Hall.
"grown ups!"
Inside the hall, the troublemakers were playing cards during their lunch break.
Seeing Zhao Duan coming back, they were startled and stood up one after another. They hid the cards in their hands behind their backs or threw them under the table, trying to be well behaved.
Although the government issued an order to track down the imperial teacher, Lihua Hall, as the odd one out among the nine halls, always obeyed orders and not announcements.
Without Zhao Duan's order, everyone was too lazy to move and just wanted to slack off.
"Stop touching me. How is the progress of what I told you to do?"
Zhao Duan pretended not to see it and sat in the main seat with his big horse and golden sword.
Qian Kerou said seriously: "We have sent people to keep an eye on the target. Now follow your orders, confiscate the nets and prepare to catch the big fish."
Hou Renmeng also said: "The Thousand-Faced God is also very cooperative. My Lord, you are really powerful. With one move, you have completely subdued this rebel."
During this period, Zhao Duan has been preparing to wipe out the rebels in the capital.
The original intention was to achieve the year-end KPI and take another step towards bringing Zhuang Xiaocheng back.
However, unexpectedly, the sudden return of the State Master disrupted the original plan.
"Don't wait any longer, close the net early tonight,"
Zhao Duan said coldly: "I will do it myself, you guys make the arrangements immediately."
Wait any longer... He was afraid that the fish he had finally targeted would be swallowed by that crazy demon.
Even the agent said to kill if he wanted to... You can never speculate logically about this kind of madman.
Everyone was stunned, and then they were all shocked, with red glow of excitement on their faces:
"Yes! I obey your command! Deploy the defense immediately!"
Finally there was work to do. They had been feeling uncomfortable all over and wanted to kill someone.
Zhao Duan stroked the hilt of his sword, looking at the withered pear tree in the yard, his eyes full of ferocity:
"National Master? You are vindictive? Haha, I want to see how capable you are."
The entire capital city was on the defensive, but he insisted on taking the initiative and attacking in one fell swoop.
"Come here, follow me to the imperial prison," Zhao Duan stood up, pressing the hilt of his sword, a gust of cold wind blew, and a smile appeared on his face:
"We've raised her for so long, it's time to take her out for a walk."
……
Inside the imperial prison, in a dim cell.
Yunxi, curled up in bed and deep in sleep, shuddered for no reason:
"Ah!"
The girl, who was Zhuang Xiaocheng's disciple, opened her eyes and looked confused: "Who is talking about me?"
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(End of this chapter)