Shuang Daqin Comparison, No Comparison, No Harm

It's only been two full days since I went in, and the tortured people don't look like people or ghosts.

There were welts all over the skin, and red bloodstains left and right, as if they were branded on him.

The sprayed blood dyed the cloth on his body bloody, making him look like a blood man.

The hair was wet, dripping water, piled up in a mess, and knots could still be seen.

It was very different from Zhao Ze seeing a living person a few days ago.

At this moment, his face was full of dirty water, the stubble covered half of his face, and he couldn't see his original appearance.

The body of the person being dragged away was limp, and his hands were dragged in a twisted manner.

Zhao Ze called to the officers and soldiers in prison at this time, "Has anyone visited him these few days?"

Hearing this, the two officers and soldiers shook their heads, "This man is a repeat offender, he has been pressed on Xingtai these days, no one has delivered food, only the interrogator and us have seen him.

Zhao Ze observed the expressions of the two officers and soldiers, and didn't notice the look of dodge on their faces, so he let the two continue to drag them away.

When approaching the door, Zhao Ze suddenly said again: "Wait a minute."

Hearing this, the movements of the two officers and soldiers paused.

At this time, Zhao Ze stepped over and came to the two of them.

He squatted down and pulled off the clothes on the dead man, and wiped them on the dead man's face continuously.

After wiping off the sewage and dirt on his face, the man's original appearance was revealed.

Taking a closer look at Zhao Ze, he noticed something was wrong.

He vaguely remembered that he saw the man with a high nose and red phoenix eyes that night.

But now this person is a flat nose.

Although the outlines of other facial features are similar, you can still see some differences when you look closely.

"This person doesn't seem to be the one I sent in last time."

Upon hearing this, the two officers and soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay.

They stared at the dead man closely, but the man was unkempt when he was first delivered, and they only remembered what he looked like.

Seeing this muddy face now, I couldn't tell it apart for a while.

But Zhao Ze said so, this matter did not go away.

Without even thinking about it, the two guard officers and soldiers immediately knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

"Prince, we don't know what's going on, we didn't let him go."

"That's right, if you stay in the dungeon like this, how can you suddenly change yourself?"

Seeing the two officers and soldiers looking at him in a panic, the fear in his eyes didn't seem to be faking, Zhao Ze knew they were not lying.

This person was not exchanged between the two of them, but someone else.

It should be the mastermind behind the instigation, but Zhao Ze just didn't expect that person to reach out to Dali Temple.

"Okay, otherwise you can be transported to the morgue of Dali Temple, and today I will ask the soldiers who stood guard last night who has been in or out of Dali Temple from last night to now, and I will check anyone who comes in."

Dali Temple is an airtight dungeon with only one exit, which is the entrance.

The person who took Bai Hua away must have left through the door.

The news of Bai Hua being robbed soon spread to Lin Jiutian.

He is naturally responsible for Lin Jiutian as the new Minister of Dali Temple.

After hearing the news, he immediately came to plead guilty.

As soon as he came in, he took the initiative to take the responsibility on himself.

"Prince, I just heard the news that someone in Dali Temple has changed the prisoner. This matter is the negligence of Dali Temple. I have sent someone to investigate just now.

"There were five people who entered and exited Dali Temple last night. They are all deputy prison envoys of the Ministry of Punishment. They have sent people to check whether the information they registered yesterday is true. There will be news later.

……ask for flowers…

"Prince, wait a little longer!"

As soon as Lin Jiutian came in, he took the initiative to apologize for the responsibility of Lanjue, but his voice became sonorous and powerful, and he was neither humble nor overbearing.

Zhao Ze had never heard of Lin Jiutian's name before, nor had he seen this person.

Today, I saw that this person is indeed upright, and his words are upright, and he does not shirk responsibility when encountering problems, which is exactly as Li Si described.

Seeing that he was still kneeling, Zhao asked him to get up.

At this time, Zhao Ze noticed that his official uniform was covered with yellow mud, and there were marks of yellow mud between his fingers.

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The yellow mud hadn't dried completely yet, obviously he should have just come out of the mud.

Observing this, Zhao Ze asked, "Where did you go just now?"

Sensing Zhao Ze's gaze, Lin Jiutian explained embarrassingly: "It rained heavily a while ago, and one of the rooms where torture instruments were piled up behind Dali Temple collapsed."

"It's under construction today. I went to supervise the construction, but I didn't expect to be covered in mud."

Hearing this, Zhao Ze suddenly rang the alarm bell, "Is the house where torture instruments are stored in Dali Temple just behind the cell where Bai Hua was detained?"

Although Zhao Ze doesn't come to Dali Temple often, he doesn't have a basic understanding of the topography and structure of Dali Temple.

If you think about it carefully, you can find that the warehouse behind Dali Temple is only adjacent to the east of Dali Temple.

According to the direction of entering the dungeon, after careful association, you can think of the connection.

Lin Jiutian didn't know where Bai Hua was being held, so he asked the two officers and soldiers guarding Bai Hua, "Where does the prisoner who was replaced live?"

"It's the 8th room on the right of room 3."

For the convenience of management, all the buildings are divided into several rooms, with sixteen rooms on the left and right sides. .