Daming: Becoming a Jinyiwei at the beginning

After speaking, he died completely out of breath.

[Ding, behead the Houtian quadruple martial artist, gain energy points +150]

Lin Mang frowned, greedy for family property?

This is also a fool.

It is true that his family has a small fortune, but Yuanben's father is a kind-hearted person.

And during his tenure, he rarely earned extra money.

Most of the money and food are used to help the poor people, and their life is not very rich.

Now the biggest assets of the family are the income from a few acres of Susukida and some saved salaries.

Other than that, that's all that's left of the pension.

But the pension of the Ming Dynasty is really not that high, even for the meritorious promotion of the original father, it is only ten taels.

A total of 50 taels of silver was consumed just now.

The so-called energy in the system is exchanged with silver, one or two silver, a little energy value.

But I didn't expect that killing people can also get energy points.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Lin Mang walked out of the room and sent someone to report to the government.

Instead of destroying the scene, they came to the courtyard.

No matter what's behind this, you have to be hard to strike the iron.

Martial arts are not high, and it is difficult to save one's life.

"Continue to improve!"

"Ding, congratulations to the host, breaking through the seventh layer of the day after tomorrow!"

A warm current flows through the body, and the limbs and bones seem to have been lifted.

Pressing the index finger on the stone table, it soon sank half a finger deep.

Lin Mang couldn't help showing a smile in his eyes.

Iron cloth shirt has entered the realm of Xiaocheng, enough to not be afraid of ordinary swords.

At this moment, a group of policemen walked into the courtyard.

The leader was a black-faced man with a rough face and a pair of eyes that were particularly radiant. He held a saber at his waist with one hand, walking like a tiger descending a mountain.

At first glance, it is a trainer.

"Master Lin!" Tong Wu took the lead in cupping his fists.

Facing Jin Yiwei, these yamen arresters dare not neglect.

These people are all bad guys.

Lin Mang also stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Dare to ask this lord Gao's surname?"

"Don't dare!"

"Under Tong Wu, I am the head of the shop in Yuanjiang City!"

Lin Mang noticed the token on Tong Wu's waist, and asked in surprise, "Master Tong is the iron-plated catcher of the Six Doors?"

Tong Wu nodded.

Six Doors is a secret organization integrating martial arts masters, spies, catchers and killers.

Its responsibility is more to manage the martial arts world.

Of course, Jin Yiwei also has this authority, but Jin Yiwei is more of a supervisory officer, responsible for the affairs of the court and officials.

After all, one is the emperor's pro-army, and the other is the organization of the imperial court to manage the rivers and lakes.

The imperial court belongs to the emperor, but the emperor does not belong to the imperial court.

Therefore, the authority of the two is also very different.

Tong Wu said bluntly: "Master Lin, someone reported that there was a murder case. I don't know what it is?"

"Oh." Lin Mang sighed softly, turned around and said, "Everyone, please follow me."

Soon, a group of people came to the inner hall. Lin Mang pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "This is my old servant. He poisoned me because he conspired to steal the family's money. Later, because his actions were exposed, he committed suicide in fear of crime."

"Speaking of which, it's also family misfortune."

Tong Wu's sharp eyes fixed on the corpse on the ground, and he glanced around the room.

He quickly waved his hand and said, "Come here, take the corpse back."

Looking up at Lin Mang, he said solemnly, "Master Lin, I will take this corpse back first."

"no problem."

……

Looking at the closed gate, the people behind Tong Wu looked at each other in blank dismay.

"My lord, do we really want to investigate this matter?"

"Investigate what." Tong Wu said angrily, "You dare to intervene in Jin Yiwei's affairs, take the corpse back, throw it in the morgue for two days, and then cremate it."

Jin Yiwei already had the right to kill first and act later, no matter what the truth of this matter is, it doesn't really matter.

What's more, judging from the traces at the scene, there was no trace of fighting, and the old slave also had martial arts, so it was indeed more suitable for suicide.

As soon as the Yamen's arresters left, Lin Mang stepped on the Xiuchun knife and strode towards the Baihu Office.

Jinyiwei has established hundreds of households in various places, and within a hundred households, the highest position is naturally Lord Baihu. He has two general banners under his command, and five small banners under each general banner. Ten brocade guards.

In Jinyiwei, only one who has become a hundred households can be considered to have truly stepped into the middle level and have a little right to speak.

……

The Baihusuo in Yuanjiang City was built in a huge manor, which used to be the residence of a wealthy businessman. Because of smuggling, the property was confiscated, and this place became the residence of the Baihusuo.

Now after the expansion, it is divided into east, west, north and three courtyards.

The North Campus is where the masters of the Hundred Households work, and the East and West are where the two General Banners manage.

Lin Mang is located in the west courtyard.

Entering the West Courtyard, in the huge training ground, a group of people are honing their martial arts skills.

Seeing Lin Mang coming, they all showed surprise eyes.

I always feel that Lin Mang seems a little different today.

Everyone was not convinced by Lin Mang, a small flag.

After all, in Jin Yiwei, martial arts strength is the first, and meritorious qualifications are the second, but Lin Mang doesn't account for both.

Besides, Lin Mang came by airborne, so it's no wonder he is convinced.

In the martial arts training ground, several people looked at Lin Mang standing outside and whispered to themselves: "Should we go there? After all, he is our boss."

Others can ignore it, but they can't.

A boxing man next to him gave a slight cold snort, and slammed his fist hard on the wooden post.

Several people's faces changed slightly, and they shut up quickly.

Wang Wei slammed his fist on the stake, his expression gloomy.

If it weren't for Lin Mang's airborne, the position of Xiaoqi should be his own.

Although Xiao Qi is at the lowest rank in Jinyiwei, he is still a seventh-rank official.

Lin Mang squinted his eyes, and walked towards the dungeon with the Xiuchun knife.

"That guy went to the dungeon."

"What was he doing in the dungeon?"

"Wait, he doesn't want to interrogate those prisoners, does he?"

There was a lot of discussion.

Wang Wei's expression changed slightly, he tore off his clothes, and rushed towards the dungeon in a hurry.

……

In a dark and damp dungeon.

Pass through the dark and narrow passage, and come out of a prison cell.

In the cell, two men were bound hands and feet by refined iron shackles.

This is a special shackle made by Jin Yiwei, specially made for those who practice martial arts. It is extremely difficult to break free even after wearing it.

"Open the door and bring them out!" Lin Mang said expressionlessly.

The yamen guard guarding the dungeon hesitated for a moment, but he did it decisively.

They were just ordinary yamen servants, and they didn't dare to offend Lin Mang. Even if they heard that this lord was disliked, they were not something they could bully.

When the two saw Lin Mang, their pupils shrank slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.

Lin Mang smiled coldly, "Is it surprising?"

"Take them to the interrogation room!"

Chapter 3 How many of these [-] kinds of torture can you endure (please collect, please follow up)

Interrogation room.

The dark and damp dungeon suddenly became hot and humid.

The charcoal fire crackled and burned, and the soldering iron was burned red.

There are all kinds of instruments of torture hanging all around, and they all look extremely infiltrating.

At this moment, the two were tied to the stake by Jinghan iron chains.

Lin Mang narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly, "I think you have heard of the eighteen punishments in the Jinyiwei Prison, right?"

"Of course, if not, I don't mind giving you some popular science."

Lin Mang picked up the red soldering iron that was burning in the brazier, and said with a smile, "You all should be familiar with this thing, right?"

"In addition to this torture, there are also pinching, skinning, tongue stabbing, spine breaking, finger dropping, heart stabbing..."

"Stop..."

The man with a scar on his face in the middle shivered immediately, and hurriedly said: "My lord, Mr. Lin, we just drank too much horse urine at that time, and we really didn't know your identity. Otherwise, if you lend us ten guts, you will also be killed." I dare not touch you."

"Oh?" The smile on Lin Mang's face gradually faded, and he walked towards the man step by step holding a red-hot iron.

The identities of the two have been ascertained a long time ago, they are ordinary people from the Jianghu, and their strength is only three or four times acquired.

Moreover, the two of them were not from Yuanjiang City, they came from other places a month ago.

"Pfft!"

The red soldering iron imprinted on the scarred man's chest in an instant, making a "squeaky" sound, and there was a burnt smell in the air.

"what!"

Scar let out a heart-piercing roar of pain, and his whole body twitched violently.

The companions on the side watched with horror.

"Lin Mang, stop!"

Wang Wei came in a hurry, staring at Lin Mang with a gloomy face, and said angrily, "How can you use lynching? Their crime is nothing more than fighting."

When the two saw Wang Wei coming, their eyes lit up suddenly, as if they saw a savior.

Lin Mang narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Fighting?"

"When did the attempt to murder Jin Yiwei turn into a fight?"

"Also, what are you? Are you worthy of calling me by my name?"

Lin Mang's momentum rose sharply, his face was icy cold.