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The thick iron door of the yamen dungeon outside the six doors slowly opened, and the dim torch flames immediately poured into the dark corridor.

Chen Mu walked out of the wet, cold and dark dungeon and breathed a long sigh.

After smelling the bloody smell on his body, a helpless look appeared on the corner of his lips: "This old woman's mouth is so hard."

After arresting Wang Po last night, he escorted him to an independent prison cell of the foreign yamen for interrogation, but the old woman was stubborn.

He used a lot of torture instruments, but he had no good results in the whole night.

It won't work if this continues.

The longer the time goes on, the person behind the scenes will notice that Wang Po was arrested, and it will be troublesome again. It is best to pry open the old woman's mouth within eight hours.

"The Twelve Killers in Heaven have all experienced cruel training and have extremely high psychological quality. It is just a dream to scare her with just a few torture instruments."

Su Qiaoer gently shook her slender calves, with a hint of disdain.

Chen Mu picked up the ghost face token that was plundered from Wang Po on the table and asked, "Who will replace this Meng Po after Wang Po dies?"

"The organization will choose another person, this is not what we worry about." Su Qiaoer said with her red lips.

"Have your father ever seen the true face of the organization's boss?"

"No."

The girl shook her head, "Dad told me that the killers of the Heavenly Court are a whole, but they are independent of each other. No one has ever seen the true face of the boss of the organization."

Chen Mu rubbed his eyebrows and asked casually: "Others are code names, why is your father's real name?"

Su Qiaoer smiled sly: "All killers use pseudonyms, so daddy uses real names. Do you understand?"

Chen Mu was speechless.

Boss Su is obviously playing psychological tactics. I use my real name, but you must think it is a fake name.

"Your father really doesn't like me."

Recalling the scene where the other party cut off his head without hesitation, Chen Mu grinned.

The wife is strictly controlled and is also controlled by a daughter.

Originally, Chen Mu thought that Boss Su was a very rational person, but after his daughter was bullied, she was a completely cold-blooded killer.

In the future, I can't tease his daughter at will in front of my father-in-law.

It’s not scary to be killed. If the other party chops up his third leg, it will be a psychological shadow.

"You're annoying."

The girl raised her moist lips and turned her little head.

Chen Mu smiled and stopped joking with the other party. After hesitating for a while, he said lightly: "It seems that I can only leave it to the Mingwei."

When interrogating prisoners, professionals must also be asked.

...

In order to prevent the news of Wang Po's arrest from being leaked more, Chen Mu simply went to the Vermilion Que Hall in person to invite several torture masters, including Heiling.

Hei Ling was also very proud of her face and specially carried a huge iron box.

As for what is inside, Chen Mu will not see it.

"Captain Chen, you don't need to go in, just leave it to us."

Heiling politely asked Chen Mu out of the cell and apologized. "You can wait outside for a while first, and I will notify you of the result if there is a result."

"Then I'll bother you."

Chen Mu, who was planning to watch it, had to bow down and leave with a smile.

Leaving the dungeon, Chen Mu took a few breaths of fresh air outside and waved to Zhang Awei: "I will explain something to you."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Awei asked.

Chen Mu tore off a piece of paper from a young notebook and handed it to him: "Go to Lijiazhuang, Guanqing County, Yunzhou, where is Hong Dalang's hometown, and investigate it carefully. Ask other neighbors more than ten years ago, for example, if you saw any children or something, by the way..."

A flash of light flashed in Chen Mu's eyes, and he leaned into Zhang Awei's ear and whispered.

The latter looked weird and nodded.

After Zhang Awei left, Chen Mu planned to sort out some other clues first. But as soon as he walked out of the door, he saw several constables driving away a mother and daughter.

The woman is dressed in plain clothes and looks ordinary, but she looks like an ordinary farmer woman.

The lower abdomen is raised high and pregnant.

The little girl in red, about seven or eight years old, was next to her, tightly grasping the corner of her mother's clothes and timidly looking at the few big and thick detectives in front of her.

The woman was wiping tears and arguing something, her eyes were red.

"What's going on."

Chen Mu walked over and asked.

When the yamen runners saw that it was Chen Mu, they hurriedly saluted: "Sir."

A yamen runner whispered: "This woman is from Tongqing County, Longzhou. She came to find her husband. No one cared about the government office, so she came here to make trouble."

"Looking for her husband?" Chen Mu was puzzled.

The yamen runner smiled bitterly: "Her husband's surname is Yan. He came to Beijing for the exam a few days ago. The two of them had made an appointment with the location, but after his wife and daughter came, her husband did not show up. Later, she went to the government office, but there was no one found on the government office. Somehow, we ran to the six doors."

Hearing this, Chen Mu frowned.

In two months, the autumn examination will be there. Recently, there are indeed more scholars coming to Beijing. If you just look for someone, it will be difficult.

Chen Mu glanced at the little girl in old clothes, walked to the woman and asked, "What's your husband's name? Where did you make an appointment to meet?"

"Sir, my husband is Yan Shimei..."

The woman knelt on the ground, with tears on her haggard face, "We had made an appointment to meet at an old house where a deceased relative's house at the entrance of Xigu Lane in the west of the city, but I didn't see my husband at all after I came. I didn't show up after waiting for two days. I don't know what to do now."

Looking at the anxiety hidden deep in the woman's eyes, Chen Mu understood the other party's mood.

She was pregnant and had a child, but her husband disappeared and could not be found. She was lonely and helpless in such a big place in the capital.

I don’t care about the government office, and I can only find other places to seek help.

"Mom, I'm hungry..."

The little girl's voice was as thin as a mosquito, pulling the woman's sleeves.

A walker selling sesame cakes was shouting not far away.

Chen Mu touched the little girl's head, waved his hand to ask his subordinates to buy two sesame cakes, and said to the flattered woman:

"Let's do this, describe your husband's appearance roughly, and then give me an address. I will send someone to find it and I will notify you if there is any news."

"Thank you, thank you..."

The woman quickly kowtowed and thanked.

Seeing the little daughter next to her standing with a pancake, she hurriedly pulled her to kneel down.

"Get up."

Chen Mu helped the woman up, took out a small notebook and wrote down the appearance of the husband he mentioned, and handed it to the constable next to him: "Let the other brothers remember it too, and ask more questions during patrol."

"Okay, sir." The constable nodded quickly.

Chen Mu took out a ingot of silver from his arms and handed it to the woman: "I'll wait for news at home that the capital has been a little messy recently. Don't run around outside and look forward to the child."

"Sir, no need, I..."

"If you let me take it, just take it!" Chen Mu forced himself into the other party's hand and turned around and left.

The woman's eyes were filled with tears, and she kept saying thanks.

...

By around 2 pm, Heiling finally brought good news.

"Captain Chen, she is willing to call him."

The black ling, which emits a strong smell of blood, was like a dahlia crawling out of hell, making other yamen runners dare not step forward.

Chen Mu looked happy: "You Zhuque Hall have the means."

Hei Ling couldn't hide her fatigue from her eyebrows and said with a wry smile: "This old woman is indeed very powerful. I rarely encounter such a difficult prisoner. It took so long to make her feel relieved."

"It's okay, it's far enough in terms of time."

Chen Mu snapped his fingers.

When I came to the gloomy and cold dungeon, what caught my eye was a man loaded in a large wine jar, with only a blood-stained head exposed.

The prisoner's hair was distracted, and his skin was cracked and his dry bones were exposed.

A eyeball was filled with black blood. If you didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to tell that the prisoner was Wang Po.

"this……"
To be continued...