Dali Temple's manpower quickly spread out and surrounded the entire area and searched house to house.
People who live in this area are very unlucky. They are taken out of bed at night and their homes are turned into a mess.
But no one dares to complain. It is certainly no small matter to carry out such a large-scale operation at night.
They dare not complain for fear of being implicated.
Sun Fujia was sitting in the courtyard where the tunnel exit was, and the old god didn't panic at all.
He really didn't panic. Even if his guess was wrong and the bandit leader and his gang fled elsewhere, it wouldn't matter.
Each square in Chang'an is a separate small space. During the curfew period, no one can leave without permission. The bandit leader and his group could not escape from Qunxian Square even if they had wings.
The worst case scenario is to seal up the entire village and conduct house-to-house searches. It's impossible for seven living people to disappear like this. They can always be found.
Unconsciously, more than an hour passed, and search teams came back one after another, bringing back disappointing news: nothing was found.
Sun Fuga didn't say anything. He used a wooden stick to draw a large square on the ground under his feet. Inside the large square were many small squares, and each small square was a family.
Each time a group of searchers comes back, he will draw an X on the corresponding square.
In the end, all the squares were marked with an X, but nothing was gained.
"Zheng Qing, what should I do?" Zheng Heqiu of Dali Temple asked in a panic.
Dali Temple is the fifth-rank official who is in charge of the internal discipline inspection work of Dali Temple. These government officials are also under their leadership.
If he couldn't catch the bandit leader today, he would inevitably be in trouble, so he was inevitably a little nervous.
Sun Fuga pointed to the picture at his feet and said, "Did you find anything?"
He Qiu scanned the picture, shook his head and said, "I am stupid, please give me some advice."
Sun Fujia asked: "Have all these yards really been searched?"
He Qiu affirmed: "We have searched it all. Brothers will not dare to deceive the superiors and conceal such a big matter."
Sun Fujia stepped heavily on the two squares in the center of the map and said, "I haven't searched here yet."
"This..." He Qiu said in surprise: "Aren't these two places the den of thieves and the courtyard where we are now?"
"You're not saying that the gangsters didn't escape and are still here? How dare they."
Sun Fujia sneered and said: "Otherwise, the most dangerous place is the safest place. Search and dig up three feet of the ground for these two courtyards. I don't believe we can't find them."
So everyone searched the two yards again, not missing any board or hole, but still found nothing.
Facing He Qiu's questioning gaze, Sun Fuga pointed to the tunnel exit behind him and said, "Where is this place?"
He Qiu understood immediately and said, "Are you saying that they didn't come out at all? There are secret passages in the tunnel to hide people?"
Sun Fujia nodded and said: "The bandit leader knows better than anyone else that once the door is closed, they cannot escape. Instead of wasting energy hiding here and there, it is better to hide on the spot."
"I am sure that there is not only a dark room in this tunnel, but the space inside is not small, and there is plenty of food and water."
"They just want to hide until we lose patience, think they have escaped and then withdraw all our personnel, and then they will run away in a big way."
Although He Qiu was very suspicious, he did not refute and immediately led a group of heavily armed people into the tunnel.
Everyone stared nervously at the tunnel entrance, hoping that the prisoner was really inside.
About seven or eight minutes later, noise suddenly came from the tunnel, mixed with fighting and screams.
Everyone was overjoyed, this meant that the person was really hidden inside. They looked at Sun Fuga with admiration in their eyes. This Dali Temple minister was really powerful, and he was able to plot against the thieves.
Soon He Qiu crawled out of the tunnel and said with admiration: "You are so smart, I am so impressed by you."
"It's just a coincidence." Sun Fujia said modestly and asked with concern: "Are you okay, brothers?"
He Qiu said: "It's okay. I let the brothers in armor and shields walk in front. The thieves' counterattack did not cause any harm... All seven of them, including the bandit leader Cai Binglan, were captured."
Sun Fujia said happily: "Okay, it is a great achievement for He Sizheng to personally command his men to capture the leader of the thief. I will personally ask the saint for your credit."
He Qiu said sincerely: "Thank you Zhengqing."
As the newly appointed chief minister, Sun Fujia has not yet fully taken control of Dali Temple. But after today's incident, no one dares to question his ability.
Soon Cai Binglan and others were slipped out of the tunnel.
The people from Dali Temple searched the tunnel in detail and confirmed that there were no problems before withdrawing their troops.
The bandit leader dug a hiding place in the tunnel, stocked it with various pickles, bacon, rice noodles, etc., and even dug a well four to five meters deep...enough for them to hide there for ten and a half days.
months.
If there is only one person, there is no problem even if you hide for half a year.
In order to prevent the government from destroying the tunnel and preventing them from getting out, the bandit leader dug another exit in advance, leading to the backyard of another family.
The section of the exit on the ground was backfilled with soil, so it was not visible from the outside. You could dig through it again by digging more than one meter from the inside to escape.
Hearing these preparations of the bandit leader, Li Shimin couldn't help but said: "What a treacherous man. Fortunately, the Sun Qing family's sharp eyes saw through his tricks, otherwise he might have escaped."
Sun Fuga said: "It's just a fluke. I don't dare to praise him as a saint."
Li Shimin said: "Don't be too modest, I am very confident in your ability...Has the bandit leader made a move?"
Sun Fujia said in shame: "Please punish me, the saint. I have used all the torture instruments in Dali Temple, but the bandit leader still refuses to reveal the person behind the scenes."
Li Shimin said angrily: "Then let's continue the torture. I want to see if it's the torture tools in Dali Temple that are harder, or his mouth."
Sun Fujia said in embarrassment: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid that the body of the bandit leader may not be able to bear it anymore."
Li Shimin also frowned and said: "Treat him immediately. We must not let him die before he confesses."
Sun Fuga said: "Here. The prisoner's injuries are too serious. I'm afraid an ulcer will occur and kill him."
"I heard that the allicin in Zixiaoguan is specially used to treat ulcers. I would like to give some to prisoners."
Ulcer disease is a general term for various types of inflammation.
Li Shimin immediately said: "Okay, you can just go to Zixiao Guan and ask them to get it... Oh, by the way, ask Chen Jingke to see if he can pry open the prisoner's mouth."
Sun Fujia also heard about Chen Jingke's various magical powers, so he immediately came to Zixiao Temple in person to ask for his advice.
Chen Jingke was bragging with Li Chengqian in the ward at the time. When he heard his question, he pondered for a long time before saying: "There is a way. I don't know if it will work. You can try it."
Sun Fuga said happily: "Say."
Chen Jingke just explained his method in this way. Although Sun Fujia was very skeptical, he had no choice but to give it a try.
After returning to Dali Temple, he had a cellar cleaned up and all windows and ventilation holes sealed.
Make sure you close the door so it's completely dark inside.
Then Cai Binglan was brought over alone and tied tightly to a long desk.
Cai Binglan said contemptuously: "Have you thought of any new tricks to serve Ye Ye? Haha... Don't be discouraged. Don't be discouraged. Ye Ye will soon be unable to hold on. If you work harder, Ye Ye may be able to do it.
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Sun Fujia glanced at him coldly and said, "Don't try to provoke me, I know you want us to kill you with severe torture."
"Don't worry, we won't let you die before you confess. What I fed you just now was the magic medicine prescribed by Dr. Sun of Zixiao Temple. I guarantee that you won't die no matter how serious your injury is."
"We have plenty of time to play slowly and see whether it is you who is tougher in the end or our tricks."
Cai Binglan's eyes instantly turned red, and she shouted angrily: "Beast, bastard, kill me if you can, you bastard..."
Countless dirty words came out of his mouth, and the jailers who heard them couldn't stand it anymore.
Sun Fujia was indifferent and said: "Scold, scold hard, this is the only thing you can do now. By the way, I forgot to tell you, today I thought of a new way to play."
"I will make a cut on your hand later, and your blood will drip drop by drop into the copper basin under the case, making a 'tap-tap-tap' sound."
"The souls of the people you killed will follow the sound and seek revenge on you, dragging your soul out bit by bit and tearing it into pieces... That kind of pain is the real pain that touches the soul...
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Cai Binglan didn't look scared at all, she still yelled.
Sun Fujia said this several times, making sure that Cai Binglan heard it before he stopped. Then he winked at the jailers next to him, and the jailers immediately took action.
He picked up a knife and made a cut on Cai Binglan's hand, but not much blood came out.
Then they took out a water bag and tied it under the table, loosened the mouth of the water bag slightly, and the water inside fell drop by drop into the copper basin below, making a "tap-tat-tat" sound.
But Cai Binglan didn't know and really thought it was her own wound that was bleeding.
Not only was he not afraid, but his eyes were filled with joy.
Ever since he knew that the mad dog and the rotten snake had injured the prince, he knew that there was absolutely no chance of his survival.
Why do we need to confess if we are all going to die?
It's not to protect the instigator behind the scenes, it's just that I don't want the court to get what it wants.
So he is not afraid of death, and a quick death is a relief for him.
After doing all this, Sun Fuga took everyone away.
The cellar door was closed from the outside to prevent light from entering through the gap, and it was covered with a black cloth.
The cellar suddenly fell into darkness.
There was no light, no wind, no sound... no, there was a sound, it was the sound of his blood dripping into the basin.
He didn't panic. Instead, he felt it was ridiculous. What kind of torture device was this? To him, it was simply enjoyment.
He decided to close his eyes and take a nap. He might lose too much blood and die in his sleep.
I was indeed a little drowsy at first, almost falling asleep. But for some reason, the clicking sound underneath me seemed to be getting louder and louder.
The sound made him feel sleepy.
Really unable to sleep, he simply stopped sleeping and began to slowly count the sounds of his own blood dripping.
He even felt that this way of dying was truly brave, and he couldn't help but applaud himself.
But for some reason, he started to feel bored while counting and wanted to listen to other sounds.
However, it was very quiet in the cellar, except for the ticking sound.
I opened my eyes to see something different, but it was completely dark and I couldn't see anything.
He wanted to calm down, but he still couldn't.
The 'tick-tock' sound gradually became harsher, which made him feel an inexplicable irritation deep in his heart.
In order to divert his attention, he began to recall his previous experiences.
There were things that happened when he was a child, things that happened when he grew up, and even many things that had been forgotten were recalled by him.
But soon these memories were replayed countless times, and he couldn't help but think about the people he had harmed.
There are men and women, old and young. These people have different origins and have different endings.
Some were sold by him, and some were tortured to death by him...
The only thing they have in common is that the people he kills are very miserable. The more miserable those people die, the happier he feels.
He began to recall the tragic circumstances of those people's deaths, trying to find pleasure in them, as he had done before.
He did get pleasure at the beginning, and he felt so happy in his heart.
But he soon discovered that these memories gradually no longer brought him much pleasure, and instead, the 'ticking' sound under his body became louder and louder.
It seemed like every blow hit his heart like a heavy hammer.
At this time, his brain was completely confused, and he did not realize at all how it was possible for an ordinary wound to drip blood for so long without coagulating.
He has even lost the concept of time and has no idea how much time has passed.
It seemed like an instant, and it seemed like a long time passed. He only knew that his blood was still dripping.
And every drop of blood means that one point of his life has passed away.
Memories from the past resurfaced uncontrollably again, but this time it was the fearful expressions of the people he killed before they died.
In the past, these expressions would only make him more excited, but now for some unknown reason, he seemed to be infected, and there was a trace of fear deep in his heart.
The words that Sun Fujia kept repeating just now were also recalled by him: The ghosts of those who were killed by you will follow the sound of your blood dripping to seek revenge on you and tear your soul apart.
Once this sentence appeared, it kept echoing, and the victim's fearful face gradually became ferocious.
Accompanied by the sound of 'tap-tat', these faces bit at him.
The trace of fear in his heart quickly amplified, and he subconsciously opened his mouth and shouted: "Get away, you damn fat sheep, get away, I will kill you if you come back."
However, the angry scolding soon turned into a frightened plea: "Don't come over, I didn't kill you... don't come over, don't come over."
Then, the jailer guarding outside the cellar heard the miserable cry for help: "Someone come and help me. I can do anything."
