Da Song Private Investigator

Chapter 554 Clothes that don't match.

In the late spring, there were still many flowers blooming in the pavilion of Prince Duan Suxing, and there was always a slightly hot wind blowing, and the fragrance could still be smelled.

It's just that in this delicate fragrance, everyone is in no mood to enjoy it.

Because in the wind, there were also miserable screams.

This was the first time Hwarang and the others saw Dali's torture tools, but even though it was the first time, they were similar to those of Da Song, since they were used to torture prisoners anyway.

Those instruments of torture were used on the assassin one by one. The assassin was covered with cuts and bruises. His arm was exposed, and the scalded skin could be seen. Although it was a scald, it was not just scalded. It should have been scalded a day or two ago. Presumably it was the crown prince. Duan Suxing sent people across the country to search for people with tattoos on their right arms. The assassin was afraid of being caught, so he destroyed the tattoos on his arms, but he didn't expect that Prince Duan Suxing listened to Hwarang's suggestion and even arrested those with injuries on his arms.

The assassin's chest has already had a lot of scars, and the wind blows and it hurts heart-piercingly. Those soldiers are still tortured, but after Prince Duan Suxing saw this, he felt a little relieved, so he said to the assassin Accepting the pain, the assassin asked: "Are you willing to act honestly? If not, the prince will play you to death."

The assassin couldn't take it anymore, he begged for mercy again and again, saying: "Prince, please forgive me, I...I can say anything!"

Prince Duan Suxing asked his subordinates to stop, and then asked the assassin: "Who told you to assassinate me?"

The assassin endured a pained look at Bao Zheng and Wen Yanbo, and then said: "The envoys of the Song Dynasty instructed me. It is not true that they came to Dali as an envoy, and they wanted to find out if your Dali secrets are true."

Hearing this, Prince Duan Suxing's brows suddenly tightened, and Bao Zheng and Wen Yanbo suddenly felt an invisible pressure, and Wen Yanbo stood up quickly and said: "His Royal Highness, how can we kill His Royal Highness?" , and don't listen to the assassin's nonsense."

After Wen Yanbo finished speaking, Crown Prince Duan Suxing suddenly smiled faintly, and then shouted suddenly: "Come on, hit me, hit me hard, at this time, you're not honest about the problem."

Prince Duan Suxing's order was too sudden, and when everyone reacted, the assassin's screams came back. Seeing this, Bao Zheng and Wen Yanbo dared to wipe the cold sweat off their foreheads.

Hwarang stood aside silently. He had long felt that it was not so easy for Dali Prime Minister Gao Zhisheng to hand over the assassin. He originally wanted to frame Bao Zheng and the others. As long as Prince Duan Suxing believed the assassin's words, there would inevitably be a dispute between Dali and Song Dynasty. Contradictions, but if Gao Zhisheng wanted to rebel, it would be much easier.

At this time, the assassin screamed unawares, but when he screamed, he still insisted that the people who appointed him were the envoys of Song Dynasty, that is, Bao Zheng and Wen Yanbo.

The assassin refused to change his words, Hwarang felt that this was not acceptable, thinking of this, Hwarang came to Duan Suxing, smiled slightly: "Your Highness, can you rest assured that I will try the interrogation?"

At this time, Duan Suxing saw that the assassin was so stubborn, and felt it was a bit difficult. Now that Hua Lang is willing to help, he naturally wished for it, so he nodded quickly and said: "Okay, let Hua Gongzi come to interrogate."

Prince Duan Suxing's soldiers stopped, and Hwarang came up to the assassin and asked, "What's your name?"

The corner of the assassin's mouth was bleeding, and he showed his teeth with a cold smile, even the teeth were covered with blood, he looked at Hwarang and asked, "Don't you know my name, since you know, why do you ask?"

This was the assassin's back bite, but Hwarang was not as angry or even angry like Duan Suxing, Hwarang smiled calmly and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, but I think Mr. Xiangguo is too careless. Even if I want to hand you over to die, or even frame our Song officials, at least I have to give you a change of clothes!"

The assassin's eyes were terrified, but everyone didn't understand what Hwarang's words meant. They didn't understand, so they all looked at the assassin's clothes. At this time, the clothes on the assassin's body were still night clothes, but the night clothes had been made by torture. It was tattered, and there was still red blood on it, but because the clothes were black, the blood didn't look very obvious at this time.

At this time, the assassin looked miserable, but everyone didn't find anything from the assassin's clothes.

At this time, Hwarang smiled faintly, then pointed to the assassin's right arm and said: "You burned off the tattoo on your right arm, of course this is to avoid being traced, but judging by the burn on your right arm, it should have been It has been two days, and the burns are not so easy to heal, so when the soldiers twisted you, you still feel pain, since you have already removed the tattoo on your arm two days ago, then how could you be so Stupid, you are still wearing the night clothes at this time, isn't it obvious that people will be caught?"

When Hwarang said this, everyone finally understood what was going on, and at this time, Hwarang continued: "I think you did it when you were hiding in Xiangguo's mansion, and the night clothes are from Xiangguo. My lord Gao Zhisheng put it on when he was going to give you to His Highness the Crown Prince, tell me how Gao Zhisheng ordered you to kill His Highness the Crown Prince, and how much money he gave you to settle down."

After Hwarang said this, everyone understood even more that life is extremely precious to everyone. Even if this assassin is not afraid of death, he can't give up his life for a certain person. Now He was willing to sacrifice his own life for the sake of Gao Zhisheng, so there must be something more important than life that forced him to do so.

What is more important than life?

There are many, such as loyalty, such as money, such as the lives of family members.

It is awkward to talk about loyalty with an assassin, so the only thing to talk about is money, or the life of the assassin's family members, and the two can often communicate with each other.

Although the assassin was in pain at this time, there was still a look of surprise on his face. He looked at the scholar-like man in front of him, and felt that he was more terrifying than those soldiers who beat him with torture tools, but at this time this The scholar was smiling, his smile was as gentle as the spring wind.

The assassin's eyes were wide open, he was hesitating whether he should tell all about himself, he knew very well that even if he told it, he would die, but if he did, he might die a little easier, However, after he speaks out, what will happen to his family?

He has already decided to give up his life for the sake of his family, so why should he tell what he knows in order to save such a little suffering? If so, wouldn't the suffering he suffered be in vain?