Kong Ze, the senior special commissioner of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, had just gotten out of the carriage equipped for him by the ministry at this time, and then raised his head slightly to look at the cloudless blue sky.

Good weather.

In front of him was a huge building surrounded by high walls. These high walls, which have become dirty with age, seem to be covered with black shrouds, but they are also worthy of the essence of this place.

On the two wings of the high wall, there are four tall towers, two on one side. The expressionless guard, standing in the tower, gazed at everything inside and outside the walls with eagle-sharp eyes.

The silent walls and indifferent guards were a great pressure and deterrent for the enemies of the dynasty.

This is the Great Sesame Lai Prison that is used by the current dynasty to hold felons.

Although he had just received a commendation from his boss, Kong Ze's face was still as gloomy as before, and he didn't see joy or anger. He lifted his legs and walked into the gloomy building without saying a word, led by the smiling deputy warden.

Several of his cronies followed him inside.

Inside, they came to a long hallway, which had no doors or any ornamental structures, but a small ugly square hole with a thick iron fence.

Of course, there was no shortage of residents in these prisons, and when Kong Ze and the others were moving forward, the shouts of injustice, shouting, scolding, and moaning were incessant, but the faces of these people did not change.

They walked in silence until they reached the end of the hallway, and then stopped in front of a row of small doors directly opposite, which were peculiarly separated by walls rather than iron bars. Probably because the prisoners were either shouting or crying inside, or wailing, as if playing music, there was a rather cynical nickname for the prisoners in these cells—the "Opera House."

"How are the guests?" Kong Ze finally spoke.

Just before, with the help of Kong Ze and his men, the prison swallowed several new tributes.

"Well, the reception is very good, you told him to speak earlier, so our people will take it seriously......" The deputy warden still smirked. It should be sooner now......"

"Good." Kong Ze gave a cold appropriation. "Be careful not to hurt your life, I still have a lot to ask."

"Of course, we know it!" The deputy warden nodded repeatedly.

"In addition, you must also pay attention to the fact that those traitors are all extremely vicious, don't be robbed by them!" Kong Ze reminded.

"Of course, how did we come up with such a basket?" The deputy warden took out the key and went to the lock in front of the door, saying, "Even Ravaret had to rely on the help of the guards to get out, and now in this cell, even the guards can't enter alone, let alone let people visit." ”

"That's good."

[Refers to Count Lavalette, a die-hard royal party who followed Louis XVIII back to France after the fall of Napoleon in 1814 and vigorously suppressed the Bonaparte party.] But in 1815, when Napoleon suddenly landed in France from Elba and restored the Hundred Days Dynasty, he was arrested and sentenced to death for not escaping in time. However, he joined forces with the guards, and when his wife came to visit, he changed into his wife's clothes and escaped from prison. After Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo, the empire fell again, and he returned to government and continued to suppress the Bonaparte party.

Well, I admit that Matilda's creativity in saving her sister came from this allusion O(∩_∩)O~]

The door opened, and Kong Ze and the others walked into a cell.

There was only one person in this small room at the moment, a young man.

He was chained to an iron pillar, and his body was covered in bruises, and the blood that had just begun to congage had merged with his clothes that had been whipped to tatters, and he looked miserable.

However, Kong Ze did not have the slightest pity in his eyes when he looked at him, but calmly Mu Ran.

He spent a lot of effort to have his subordinates put on civilian clothes for many days to patrol the neighborhoods, and after a long investigation, he identified some activists and suspicious characters, and then, after careful planning, he dispatched all his men to launch this big operation in one day.

Judging from the subsequent gains, the effect is remarkable - several target people who were previously locked were all wiped out at the same time.

The people caught now are just an opportunity, through which more and bigger hidden traitors can be implicated. And then you can get more, more credit.

All he had just received was praise and encouragement from Mr. Minister, but what he could get after that was reward and promotion. He is convinced of this.

To achieve this goal, you need the help of the person in front of you, whether active or passive, maybe passive is better.

Kong Ze glanced at the deputy warden, who understood and waved his hand at one of the guards who had just followed.

"Smack!" A basin of cold water poured over the young man's head.

The unconscious youth was finally awakened, and with a little difficulty he opened his eyes, and then looked at the people on the other side who represented the violent apparatus of the state.

Kong Ze walked in front of the young man.

"Looks like they've treated you well."

The young man grinned slightly, revealing a slightly mocking smile, as if he did not bother to say a word more to him.

"Tell me, you've committed enough crimes to get you up to St. Jaco's Gate, and it's useless for you to deny it, we've got enough evidence and found contraband on you." Kong Ze was completely indifferent in front of this arrogant and contemptuous gaze, "Don't have any illusions, only I can give you a chance to survive now, and I plan to give you such a chance." ”

The young man turned his face away.

[Before the July Dynasty, the place where the French law enforcement agencies carried out the death penalty was in the beach square; And after the beginning of the July Dynasty, the French law enforcement agencies changed the place of execution to the Porte Saint-Jaco, where many gallows were erected. 】

"Looks like you're still having illusions." Kong Ze sighed regretfully, "People always like to embarrass themselves and torture themselves, and I am very sad. ”

Several guards came up, and then with the barbed whip another burst, the young man's freshly scabbed wound was cracked open again, and suddenly the flesh was blurred again, and the great pain made him unable to resist playing a new movement of the opera house again. But the whipping continued, the youth's voice became hoarse, and Zuihou fell silent again.

"I thought he could hold on a little longer." Kong Ze shook his head. "A little disappointed."

The guard stepped forward, and there was another basin of cold water.

The young man was awakened again, and then his eyes opened a slit slightly, looking at Kong Ze, hatred but powerlessness.

"Do you think you're going to go to court? It's naïve. After confirming that the other party was sober again, Kong Ze said again in a flat tone, "You think wrong. You're nothing, so no one will intercede for you, and your comrades won't come to your rescue—so much the better if you do. If you continue to insist, you will only accidentally die of 'accidents and diseases' here, and then be buried like a wild dog by the caretakers here, who are used to it, and there will be no mercy. And, until then, your body will be smashed - do you think I'm joking? ”

He walked up to the young man, and then untied the chain, and the young man was unable to stand up straight, and then threw himself on the ground.

He put his foot on the young man's head. "Do you think I'm joking?"

The young man coughed suddenly, and bloody foam oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"You're wounded, you're badly wounded, but you don't get any help, you just lie here in despair and wait to die, and you're really dying. No one will save you, no one wants to save you, and your comrades are now praying every day that you will die soon, and lie down in the earth forever with your secrets, so that they can live comfortably......" Kong Ze's feet strained slightly, and the young man's face pressed against the ground, almost breathless. "Do you think I have a point?"

The cough is getting louder.

"But now that you have a chance, as long as you confess to me honestly, I can make you no longer suffer this kind of suffering, and I can find a doctor to treat you, so that you can continue to live. Think about your loved ones, would they be willing to know that their children are dying here like a wild dog? ”

The feet were getting harder and harder, almost like they were going to imprint the other's face on the dirty floor. "Answer me! Do you want that?! ”

Tears oozed from the corners of the young man's eyes. "I said ......"

"You should have cooperated like this a long time ago, if you cooperated from the beginning, why do you have to endure so much hardship?" Kong Ze sighed regretfully.

………………

After the arraignment, Kong Ze stood in the visitation room, looking out the window.

And his men stood beside him respectfully.

"As you expected, Your Excellency, it is indeed a Bonapartist." One of his subordinates looked at his boss flatteringly, "Those leaflets slandering His Excellency the Prime Minister were also made by this group of people!" ”

"This time it's really a great achievement, I caught the traitor, and I also cracked the previous conspiracy, and gave Mr. Prime Minister a sigh of relief." Another subordinate was not far behind.

"But...... It's a pity that they took the lead and transferred those people who were propaganda dens. Kong Ze was still facing out the window, but there was a little regret in his tone. If only we could catch those people in one fell swoop...... I didn't expect that the action was so carefully planned in advance, but there were still fish that slipped through the net and ran away to ventilate the news, and then lit that place on fire! ”

In the past, fires did not receive much attention from the police department, because there were many wooden buildings in European cities at this time, coupled with the high population density and crowded houses, so fires were common. Especially now that it is summer, fires are more frequent, especially considering that they are located in the slums, so little one pays special attention to the fire - although it does kill a few people.

I didn't expect ......

"It should be that Friedland's hand." Kong Ze suddenly said firmly. "That's right, it's definitely him!"

From the confessing youth, he learned that the person who was scheduled to connect with him this time was named Friedland, and he heard the name again.

He guessed that this person must have noticed that something was wrong when he came to connect, and then ran to the den to ventilate the news, which turned out to be a bad thing for him.

"I'm going to catch him!" Kong Ze muttered to himself.

"Friedland?!" One of his subordinates suddenly had a strange expression, and then immediately reacted and shut his mouth.

However, he was unfortunately discovered by his keen boss.

"What?" He stared at the man.

After a while, Ai Ai saw that it was perfunctory, and his subordinates had to bow their heads and confess.

"During the operation that day, I blocked a street intersection and checked for pedestrians, and there was a man named Friedland, who seemed to be a German, and he was still a painter, and he was filming in that neighborhood with a sketchbook......" The subordinates' voices became lower and lower, and they glanced at Kong Ze carefully, "I saw that I had already caught all the people, and there seemed to be no problem, so I let him go......"

He found that his boss Tie Qing's face suddenly became a little flushed, as if the blood all over his body was surging up in an instant. Then, in an instant, one of his feet hit his waist.

The pain was so great that the poor man could not help but bend over, clutch his abdomen and moan.

And his boss didn't give him a single look.

"This son of a bitch! I've got to catch him! ”