Flowers, Swords and France

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, 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 are covered with dirt due to their age, as if they are covered with dark shrouds, which is true to the nature of this place.

On the two wings of the high wall, there are four tall towers, two on each side. The expressionless guard stood in the tower and watched everything inside and outside the high wall with sharp eyes like a falcon.

The high walls of silence and the indifferent guards were a huge pressure and shock to the enemies of the dynasty.

This is the Dazhamai Prison that is specially used to hold serious criminals in the current dynasty.

Although he had just received a commendation from his boss, Kong Ze's face was still as gloomy as before, showing no signs of joy or anger. He raised his legs and, led by the charmingly smiling deputy warden, walked into this gloomy and dark building without saying a word.

Several of his close men followed him in.

After walking inside, they walked into a long corridor. This corridor had neither doors nor any decorative buildings. It only had ugly small square holes with thick iron bars.

Of course, there was no shortage of residents in these prisons. As Kong Ze and others moved forward, there were endless cries of injustice, curses, and groans, but the expressions of these people did not change.

They walked in silence until they reached the end of the corridor, and then stopped in front of a row of small doors directly opposite. These cells were special in that they were separated by walls instead of iron bars. Probably because the prisoners were either shouting, crying, or wailing inside, as if they were playing music, so these cells had a rather cynical nickname among the prisoners - "Opera House".

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

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

"Well, the reception was very good. You told him before to ask him to speak early, so our people took it seriously..." The deputy warden still smiled flatteringly. "Looking at it now, it should be fast..."

"Very good." Kong Ze approved coldly. "Be careful not to hurt your life. I still have many things to ask."

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

"In addition, you should also pay attention, those rebels are all very vicious, don't let them snatch people away!" Kong Ze reminded.

"Of course, how could we have such a trap?" the deputy warden said as he took out the key to open the door. "Even Lavallette had to rely on the help of the guards to escape. Now this prisoner Even the guards can't enter the room alone, let alone let people visit. "

"That's good."

[Referring to Count Lavallette, a die-hard royalist. After the fall of Napoleon in 1814, he followed Louis XVIII back to France and vigorously suppressed the Bonapartist party. But in 1815, Napoleon suddenly landed in France from Elba Island and restored the Hundred Days Dynasty. He was arrested because he failed to escape in time and was later sentenced to death. However, he got along well with the jailer, and when his wife came to visit, he changed into her clothes and escaped from the prison. After Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo, the empire collapsed again. He returned to politics and continued to suppress the Bonapartist party.

Okay, I admit that the creativity of Matilda’s method of saving her sister comes from this allusion o(n_n)o~]

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

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

He was tied to an iron pillar by iron chains, and his whole body was covered in bruises. The blood stains that had just begun to condense and the tattered clothes from the whip had merged into one, making him look miserable.

However, there was no pity in Kong Ze's eyes when he looked at him, but a calm expression.

He spent a lot of effort and had his men disguised as plainclothes and patrol the streets for many days. After a long investigation, he identified some activists and suspicious persons. Then, after careful planning, he mobilized all his men in one day. launched this major operation.

Judging from the results afterwards, the effect was remarkable - several of the previously targeted people were all killed at the same time.

The people caught now are just an opportunity, through which more and larger hidden traitors can be implicated. Then you can get more and greater credit.

What he had just received was praise and encouragement from the minister, but what he would receive later would be rewards and promotions. He believed 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, and the deputy warden understood and waved to a guard who had just followed.

"Pa!" A basin of cold water poured down from the young man's head.

The comatose young man finally woke up. He opened his eyes with some difficulty, and then looked at the people opposite who represented the state's violent organs.

Kong Ze walked up to the young man.

"It seems they treated you well."

The young man grinned slightly and showed a slightly mocking smile, as if he didn't bother to say another word to him.

"Listen to me, the crime you committed is enough to get you to go to the Porte Saint-Jacques. It's useless for you to deny it. We already have enough evidence, and we also found contraband on you. "Kong Ze was completely indifferent to this arrogant and contemptuous look, "Don't have any illusions. Only I can give you a chance to survive, and I plan to give you such a chance."

The young man turned away.

[Before the July Monarchy, French law enforcement agencies carried out executions at the Beach Square; after the July Monarchy, French law enforcement agencies changed the location of executions to the Porte Saint-Jacques, where many gallows were erected at that time. 】

"It seems you still have illusions." Kong Ze sighed regretfully, "People always like to embarrass themselves and torture themselves. I am very sad."

Several guards came up and whipped him again with barbed whips. The young man's newly scabbed wound was opened again, and his flesh and blood suddenly became bloody again. The huge pain made him unable to help but play again. The new movement of the opera house sounded. But the whipping continued, and the young man's voice became hoarse and hoarse until finally it 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 offered another basin of cold water.

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

"You think you will go to court? You are too naive." After confirming that the other party was awake again, Kong Ze continued in a calm tone, "You are wrong. You are nothing, so no one will intercede for you. , your comrades will not come to save you - it would be better if you dared to come. If you continue to persist, you will accidentally die of 'accident and disease' here, and then be buried indiscriminately like a wild dog by the guards here. They are used to it and will not show any mercy. And, until then, Your body will be broken - do you think I'm kidding?"

He walked up to the young man and untied the iron chain. The young man was unable to stand upright and immediately threw himself to the ground.

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

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

"You are injured, very seriously, but you can't get any help. You can only lie here in despair waiting to die, and you are indeed about to die. No one will save you, and no one wants to save you. You, your comrades are now praying every day that you will die quickly and lie in the soil forever with your secrets, so that they can live comfortably..." Kong Ze's feet pressed slightly, and the young man's face was pressed to the ground. , almost breathless. "Do you think what I said makes sense?"

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The coughing got louder.

"But now you have a chance. As long as you tell me honestly, I can stop you from suffering this kind of pain, and I can also find a doctor to treat you so that you can continue to live. Think of your loved ones. , would they want to know that their child died here like a wild dog? "

The feet were getting harder and harder, almost as if they were trying to press the other person's face onto the dirty floor. "Answer me! Do you want this?!"

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

"You should have cooperated like this a long time ago. Why did you need to suffer so much if you cooperated from the beginning?" Kong Ze sighed regretfully.

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After the interrogation, Kong Ze stood in the visiting room and looked out the window.

And his men stood respectfully beside him.

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

"It's really a great achievement this time. I caught the people who rebelled against the party, uncovered the previous conspiracy, and gave Mr. Prime Minister some relief." Another subordinate was not far behind.

"But... they took the lead and actually moved those people who were in the propaganda den. What a pity." Kong Ze was still facing the window, but there was a bit of regret in his tone. "It would be great if we could arrest all those people in one fell swoop... I didn't expect that even though we planned such a rigorous operation in advance, someone would still leak the news and set the place on fire!"

Previous fires did not receive much attention from the police department, because at this time there were many wooden buildings in European cities, coupled with the high population density and crowded houses, so fires were very common. Especially now that it is summer, fires are more frequent, especially considering that the fire is located in a slum area, so almost no one pays special attention to the fire - although a few people did die.

Unexpectedly...

"It should be Friedland who did it." Kongze said suddenly and firmly. "Yes, it must be him!"

From the young man who confessed, he learned that the person scheduled to meet him this time was named Friedland, and he heard this name again.

He guessed that this person must have noticed something was wrong when he came over to join the meeting, and then ran to the den to report the news, which ruined his own affairs.

"I must catch him!" Kong Ze said to himself.

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

However, unfortunately he was discovered by his keen boss.

"What?" He stared at this subordinate.

After a while, he couldn't deal with it any more, so his subordinates had no choice but to lower their heads and confess.

"During the operation that day, I blocked a street intersection and checked the pedestrians. There was a man named Friedland. He seemed to be a German and a painter. He was taking a sketchbook in that block to take pictures..." the subordinate's voice became more and more serious. He was getting lower and lower, and he looked at Kong Ze carefully, "I saw that everyone had been caught, and there seemed to be no problem, so I let him go..."

He found that his boss's livid face suddenly turned a little flushed, as if all the blood in his body had surged up in an instant. Then, in just an instant, one of his feet kicked his waist.

The huge pain caused the poor man to bend over, cover his abdomen and moan uncontrollably.

But his boss didn't even look at him.

"This son of a bitch! I must catch him!"

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