Chapter 218 Professionalization

"Where is the emperor now?"

However, as soon as he entered the city, he ignored the Guangfu army in the city, and did not go to visit Cai E, who was the commander-in-chief of the North China Theater, and did not go to appease the officers and soldiers of the first division of the Guangfu Army. As soon as Yuan Shikai entered the city, the first sentence he said was like this.

"According to the order of Nanjing, it was moved to the Hanyuan Hall in Yingtai."

After listening to this sentence, Yuan Shikai hurriedly rushed to the palace under the escort of the guards. At this time, he could not care about the things around him. Almost after receiving the news of the emperor's martyrdom in Tianjin, he first took the train, arrived in Beijing and got off the train, and then changed to riding a horse. When the group came to Jingyunmen, they happened to meet Lu Chuanlin. Yuan Shikai was shocked to see that Lu Chuanlin had not been thrown into prison.

Although the palace is no longer a palace, the light recovery army with guns is on guard in the palace. Yuan Shikai can ride a horse and cross the palace, but when he enters the palace gate, he took the initiative to jump off the horse, and even deliberately gave the gun and sword to the entourage behind him. Then he entered the palace with Lu Chuanlin. The two were in the court. When walking through the palace, no one took the initiative to say anything.

I thought that there must be a lot of crying and chaos in the palace at this time, but it was not like this at all. The palace was quiet, as if nothing had happened. Unlike the past, only two white paper lanterns were hung under the low eaves. Even these two white paper lanterns were obtained by Lu Chuanlin's repeated efforts.

Responsible for maintaining the Lieutenant Colonel of the Forbidden City, temporarily called two eunuchs for guidance, and then accompanied by two eunuchs and four soldiers, Yuan Shikai and Lu Chuanlin walked in the direction of Nanhaizi in the dark.

Hanyuan Hall is a main building on Yingtai. Yingtai is a peninsula in the South China Sea. Its east, west and south are all facing the water, but the north is connected to the ground. From the Ming Dynasty, the empresses often came to Yingtai to enjoy the pastoral scenery of the people.

In the Qing Dynasty, the court built a lot of earthworks here and operated it as a fairy mountain on the sea. Buildings and pavilions, moving flowers and trees, so that people standing here have the illusion of coming to the legendary three mountains on the sea, one by one Penglai, the abbot and Yingzhou. In addition to the Hanyuan Hall, there are also major buildings such as the Xiangyu Hall and the Butong Bookstore on Yingtai. The imperial concubines of the Qing Dynasty often traveled here to avoid the summer heat, and Kangxi, Qianlong and other emperors also listened to the government here.

Since the rise of the Qian Dynasty, Yanjing, the emperors of all dynasties, often studied in the Butong Bookstore. Yingtai is indeed a beautiful and quiet place. However, since Guangxu was arranged by Cixi to recuperate and study here in the autumn of the year of Wuxu, it has become a senior prison in the palace, and the emperor has become the prisoner of this prison.

Hanyuanmen, which is connected to the outside world, used to be guarded by soldiers sent by Cixi. Except for a few eunuchs and maids who can go in and out, foreign officials are not allowed to come in. Guangxu himself could not go out without the consent of Cixi. The Queen and Concubine Jin rarely come once or twice a month. Poor emperor of a great country spent the last few years of his life here alone, coldly, melancholy and bitterly. Now, outside the Hanyuan Gate, the Qing soldiers have been replaced by the Guangfu Army, but the poor man inside has become a cold corpse.

When he stepped on Yingtai with Lu Chuanlin, Yuan Shikai felt the cold wind from the surface of the South China Sea, so that he couldn't help shivering. The pavilions on the peninsula are all shrouded in the night. The flowers and plants have already withered, the ancient trees are getting older and older, and no one is walking around.

Yingtai, which used to be regarded as a fairyland by people inside and outside the palace, has died tonight, just like his master!

Guangxu's body was placed in the main hall of Hanyuan Hall, and more than a dozen plain candles were lit around him. When the two little eunuchs who served him saw Yuan and Lu coming, they knelt down and kowtowed, but they still looked at Yuan Shikai with the afterglow, which was the emperor's mouth that "must be killed".

Lu Chuanlin walked to Guangxu's side and saw that he was covered with a dark cloth. His face was gray and thin, his eyes were closed, and his eyebrows frowned. As soon as I saw him, I knew that he had passed away with great pain. Thinking of the cowardly and miserable life of the Daxing Emperor, Lu Chuanlin couldn't help bursting into tears again.

Only then did Lu Chuanlin find that since he came in until now, there were only two little eunuchs kneeling aside in the Hanyuan Hall. There were no other eunuchs of honor, nor an official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who took care of the funeral. What made them particularly uncomfortable was that the queen, Jinfei and his brothers Zai Xun, Zai Tao and others were not alone.

I'm relieved. Most of these princes and nobles are now imprisoned in the prison of the clan's mansion, under the control of the Guangfu soldiers, and may be sent to Nanjing to offer their enemies in front of the palace at any time.

What kind of emperor is this? He has a 30-year number, but he did not leave any flesh and blood. After his death, even a relative did not come to guard the spirit. He was called the emperor. In fact, he was not as good as a grass-people, but such an emperor was finally the king of the subjugated state of the Qing Dynasty.

The suffering emperor, you really shouldn't have been reincarnated as an emperor!

When Lu Chuanlin was sighing for Guangxu in the depths of his heart, suddenly, a cry of sadness came in from him.

"Your Majesty, I see you!"

With the cry, Lu Chuanlin saw Yuan Shikai standing next to him, but he stumbled to the ground, lay down to Guangxu's body and shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty, you shouldn't have left! I have invited you and Nanjing, and I will save you no matter what! The emperor..."

Yuan Shikai shouted and kowtowed vigorously on the floor tile.

Looking at Yuan Shikai's crying sad appearance, Lu Chuanlin was shocked. It was Yuan Shikai, not others, who cried bitterly beside Guangxu's body.

The world said that it was Yuan Shikai who betrayed the emperor in those years. They all said that Yuan Shikai was eager for the emperor to die early, and Yuan Shikai was still a traitor. In order to show his loyalty to Nanjing, he killed the Manchu people in the Beiyang Army, and then led the army to invade Beijing, saying that he was the first sinner in the Qing Dynasty.

But now, why did he come to the mourning hall alone and say goodbye to the emperor like this? And crying so sadly again?

Lu Chuanlin thought to himself, but he was puzzled. In his opinion, he was afraid that the emperor would die. Except for the one in Nanjing, he was probably Yuan Shikai. But now that he is crying like this, he is not afraid that the one in Nanjing will have any thoughts about him after listening to it?

The day changed, and the hearts of the people also changed, but Yuan Shikai... This huge question remained in the mind of Lu Chuanlin, an old minister, but no one asked. He walked over and held Yuan Shikai's shoulder, and then said sadly.

"Comfort, get up!"

"My lord!"

When Yuan Shikai was picked up, he did not forget to give a salute to Lu Chuanlin.

"What other adults are there? It's just a prisoner!"

"Your Excellency, I have heard that Nanjing allows you to handle future generations for the emperor of Daxing. I think there are still a lot of things to do here!"

Yuan Shikai, who didn't think about it, continued.

"Although the Daxing Emperor has a misunderstanding with Shikai, but... It's over. Shikai must pay back the past kindness of the Daxing Emperor. Although the Qing Dynasty is gone, the Daxing Emperor's future affairs must be done well. How much money did Nanjing gave!"

"Five thousand yuan!"

Lu Chuanlin smiled bitterly. Originally, he thought he was going to be a prisoner, but he was chartered by Nanjing to handle the funeral of the emperor of Daxing, and even generously allocated 5,000 yuan.

"Five thousand yuan is definitely not enough, um... I sent someone to get 500,000 yuan. If it's not enough, just ask the old man to send someone to say it!"

Yuan Shikai's words made Lu Chuanlin look at him in shock. He wanted to do the afterth for the great emperor. Isn't he afraid of Nanjing... "My lord, just do it, Nanjing... I'll explain in Nanjing!"

With that, he whispered a word or two. Finally, Yuan Shikai bowed deeply to Lu Chuanlin, and then said sincerely.

"I'm afraid that Shi Kai can't see me off for the emperor of Daxing. A telegram came from Nanjing, and Shi Kai went to Beijing to take office within three days. Well, the warship sent to pick me up. I think it has come out."

While they were talking, in the Hanyuan Hall, a little eunuch kneeling in front of the spirit lowered his head and listened to their words, remembering the content of their conversation in his heart. Although the last whisper of Yuan Shikai next to Lu Chuanlin did not listen, he still heard something.

After the two left the Hanyuan Hall, the little eunuch also left somewhere outside the Hall of the Hall. First, he wrote down the conversation he heard on paper with a pencil, and then handed the note to an officer.

After the officer who took the note looked at the note in his hand, he just grined at the corners of his lips, and then walked out of the Hanyuan Gate with the note.

Yuan Shikai, who walked out of the Forbidden City, looked depressed, but in this lost appearance, his eyes flashed a little. He knew that his words and expressions would appear in the Nanjing ruling axe before tomorrow morning, but... This is exactly what he needed.

Thinking about this, Yuan Shikai was secretly happy in his heart. Looking at the nobles and ministers who were detained, he felt a little gloating.

"It's still starting!"

The dark prison of the Ministry of Justice, in the night full of clouds, is like a ferocious beast, crouching in the dark and can rush out and hurt people at any time. As soon as he stepped into the dark prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, he was used to sniffing the urine, shit and sweat here. Zhao Dian's face was squeezed out a strange smile, and then he went straight to the execution room, followed by the two agents in casual clothes of the second detective department behind him carrying a big wooden box to follow him. Behind you.

As soon as the box was opened, layers of wooden boxes were raised in the box. There were all kinds of tools in the wooden box, and Zhao Dian just fiddled with those tools. Then he took out a phonograph from another wooden box, then took out a record, wiped the record with a flannel cloth, put it on the record player, and tightened the scroll. The record rotated, and the needle frame was gently placed... In this execution room where the instruments of torture were removed, Western music suddenly sounded. After straightening up, Zhao Dian lit a cigarette and slowly spit out a cigarette ring. He closed his eyes and began to listen to the wonderful music. His face is full of enjoyment.

Just as he was enjoying the wonderful music, Zhao Dian, who was closed, heard the sound of footsteps. The strangeness in the footsteps made a cold smile almost invisible appeared on his face.

"I, I'm just a poor Beijing official who wants to bite people. I... I've run out of money for a long time..."

As soon as he was brought in, the tortured man said that he was no stranger to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. As soon as he saw that the instruments of torture here had been removed, he naturally had no scruples.

At this time, in his eyes, these people are also very dark. Not only did I copy my own home, but now I even want to copy my last little bit of my family.

"I know!"

Zhao Dian just nodded with a smile, and then began to prepare for the next work.

In the past six months, Zhao Dian has long been used to his current work and life. If he can't hear the howling of the tortured, he will feel empty. Only continuous torture can make him feel his presence and strength.

As a doctor, he should have saved lives and healed the wounded. This is also the reason why he studied Western medicine in Japan, but there are such people in this world. No, there is such a kind of bloodthirsty creature. They use human blood as a nourishment, and they enjoy those highly skilled execution methods.

And Zhao Dian is such a person. Six months and fifteen days ago, when he first came into contact with this industry, he was surprised to find that he was fascinated by this unbearable work of an outsider, and even excited and cheered for it. Sometimes, he even felt that maybe he was born to do this. All kinds of things.

Even if he doesn't work for a few days, he needs to forcibly restrain his inner emptiness and loneliness. Yes, he enjoys this kind of work and is trying to turn this kind of work into a major with his medical knowledge.

"I just want you to know something. I'm only interested in you."

When changing clothes in a low voice, the other two were already buttoned on the chair, with a smile on Zhao Dian's face, a kind of bitter smile, which would not make people feel warm, but would only feel full of coldness.

"The order I received is to bring back the people's fat you raided!"

After changing his clothes, Zhao Dian said while taking the tools from the toolbox. Now he just practice with these people. As for those dignitaries, he has to wait. Just when he came, he had seen those individuals who began to take the initiative to cooperate and transport them to the embassy area and foreign banks in order to save their lives. Those antiques and other things have been brought back. As for their deposits in foreign banks, they have come step by step and can't fly away for the time being.

As for "little officials" like Lell, they are not qualified to go to court. Naturally, they are the first targets.

"Big...Your Excellency, you always misunderstand, I...I'm a little Beijing official, then...there will be silver"

"Well, now I have a question for you. The question is very simple. Where are your passbook and certificate in a foreign bank or bank!"

Zhao Dian turned his head and looked at his colleague next to him.

"Hmm! HSBC 7865 taels! Dadetong 5135 taels! Is that right?

As soon as this number was said, the cold sweat of the person being tortured suddenly came out. Although the man also mentioned this number when interrogated him before, but... the man was polite, that... it looks like this person there. What will he do next?

"Big...adult...I..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Dian looked directly into his eyes.

"Are you ready?"

Then he said something like talking to himself.

"No! No one is not ready!"

The tool in his hand was only a little hard, and the tortured man let out a scream... The scorpion pulled out a nail, and the nails were still covered with flesh and blood. Leer, who was screaming and trembling, was tied because of his limbs, but shook his head behind his back. The screams in his throat only made people feel cold, while Zhao Dian was a pair. While enjoying the wonderful music, he actually played with the music of the record player. Then he took out a dropper from the tool box, sucked some sulfuric acid, pulled open the tortured person's clothes, and then dropped the sulfuric acid on his chest. Another miserable scream came out of the execution room.

And Zhao Dian, who is enjoying the whole process, will be full of unfinished appearance. He no longer raises any questions, but continues his own... game there!

Or study, of course, it can also be said to be an internship!

And the tortured man had fainted, and the person next to him immediately poured a bucket of cold water on his head. The sound of splashing water in his ear made Zhao Dian laugh helplessly. The man couldn't stand the punishment. The person who fainted after being knocked down a bucket gradually woke up, looked at the figure in front of him in horror, and gasped... Seeing him wake up, Zhao Dian asked coldly.

"Are you ready to tell me?"

"I said... I said, I'm going to write to ask someone to bring the passbook..."

"Oh!"

After getting the answer he needed from the thirtieth prisoner, Zhao Dian, who walked out of the execution room, sighed helplessly. None of these people could let him fully carry forward his professional strength at all. The original joy in his heart was also diluted by that kind of ease. The smell in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, although it was Pungent.

But Zhao Dian has a special feeling for this taste: because in his opinion, the people in this industry are inextricably linked to this smell. To do this, you should not only be bold and ruthless, alert and vicious, but also be able to grasp the other party's psychological, physiological, family life and emotional weaknesses, flexibly use all kinds of means that can achieve the goal, and take lightning-wilightening methods to disintegrate the other party's will.

He is better than his peers, and this is the secret of his smooth sailing. The smell of the prison will bring him infinite inspiration. After walking out of the prison door, he stared at the darkness again, but his heart was at a loss.

He knew why he asked these people to spit out the silver. Those silver and antiques were all the people's fat and people's ointment of the Han people. The order from Nanjing was very clear, "You must not let them take the collected people's fat and people's ointment and continue to domineering after the restoration!", and his task is to let them deposit the silver in banks and banks. Spit it out.

He spit out a puff of smoke and looked at the criminal prison like a man-eating monster in the dark hole. Zhao Dian knew that thousands of Man Qingxungui and hardcore Han were imprisoned in this capital. It was really a tiring thing to let them spit out those silver. Maybe it would take a year, or even two years, or more.

"Maybe I should take a few apprentices to carry forward this craft!"

Thinking about Zhao Dian, he began to think about whether he should run a training class or something to relieve his work pressure.

"Will Nanjing approve it?"

Zhang Jing, who was sitting at the table, lit another cigarette and casually took out a document from the official document. This is an important meeting record, which is a summary of C's report. He put the document into the pile of documents that had been processed, but he temporarily changed his mind and looked through it carefully.

"Renear days, revolutionaries frequently met with people from all walks of life in an attempt to incite civil tente, and special investigation and defense offices were set up in Guangdong, Shanghai, Fujian and Beijing-Tianjin stations. The General Staff of the Restoration Army has agreed to cooperate with the formation, and strictly arrest when the time is ripe... Entering the Revolutionary Party to use internal clues and try to approach..."

While Zhang Jing was looking at the documents, the secretary pushed the door open and sent in a pile of important documents to be approved. He did not dare to alarm the meditative boss. He put the documents on the desk and quietly walked out.

"Do you need information?"

Zhang Jing didn't raise his head and asked calmly.

"The capital just sent a secret telegram."

The subordinate hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice.

"Yuan Shikai should have recently arrived in Nanjing to perform his duties, and the other..."

"What?"

Listening to his report, some doubts suddenly flashed in Zhang Jing's eyes. Yuan Shikai wanted to do it, but he immediately calmed down and simply said something.

"Continue to pay attention."

After giving this order, Zhang Jing picked up a new official document, which was a summary report of the intelligence competition. He was asked to approve and forward it. He looked at it for a moment and criticized:

"This is the end of May and June, and we will review the information of these two months..."

At this point, Zhang Jing hesitated and vented his dissatisfaction on the paper:

"In the period of restoration, my responsibilities are particularly difficult. I hope that the strict governor belongs to me, work harder, work hard, and make progress!"

After writing, he read it again.

"Quality and quantity, both are mediocre and no progress!"

With his dissatisfaction with his deployment, the second investigation office did not meet the boss's requirements. The boss hoped that the second investigation office would become his eyes and sword, but what about now? The second investigation office still has a negative trust!

This is his most nerve-wracking thing. Every time he thinks of the boss's occasional dissatisfaction, he wants to curse and want to imprison those guys who are not good at work. He reached out and rang the bell on the table, so that in a few minutes, his intention could be executed.

But he suddenly withdrew the hand that had touched the bell, but threw the document he had just been approved aside and took out the second official document.

This time, he held a "fastest package" in his hand. He cut the envelope. As the letterpad unfolded, his face quickly darkened.

"These damn guys!"

(to be continued)