"Now I order you to write down the place where the announcement was posted!"

Zhao Wanyongfu ordered again. He had already eliminated a dozen idiots who were trying to fish in troubled waters. Now these are at least literate Confucian scholars with the ability to commit crimes. Further screening is needed.

"Write down all the posting places that you know, and don't miss anything!" Looking at the Confucian scholars and scholars below looking at each other, Zhao Wanyong spoke again.

If anyone could write down the locations of most of the posts, there would be no need to think about it anymore. He must be the culprit. But Hanyang is not big, but it is not small either. Posting from outside the city to the inside of the city, if you want to

It is absolutely impossible for one person to finish all the posts in one night on foot. Therefore, there must be accomplices, and Zhao Wanyong can only say that he sent some of them to get rid of them to cause trouble.

After all, the issue of posting the posts caused a stir in the city. Almost everyone knew where one or two posts were posted, and the person who could only answer one or two posts was most likely just a bastard.

"If you retreat on your own now, I won't question you. If you find out later, you'll definitely get slapped with a slap!"

Not long ago, the dozens of people who were beaten out by the Hanyang heroes are still vivid in my mind. It was a real beating. The heads and faces of those dozen bastards were beaten like pig heads. Thinking about the feeling, it is definitely not

What a pleasant experience.

Maybe these words made people timid, or maybe it was the bloody scene just now that frightened them, but there were actually two people who bowed their hands to Zhao Wanyong and ran out in despair. Dozens of people gathered around.

At this time, Hanyang Zhuangyong became an angry-looking King Kong, his eyes widened, and the two men were frightened half to death. One of them was so frightened that he fell down and crawled out using his hands and feet.

The atmosphere on the court was even more unspeakable at this time. Everyone changed to new paper and continued to write. Some people were obviously bastards, and could only write one thing, or even none at all. Some people randomly wrote about the bustling streets of Hanyang.

In places such as the mouth, there are more than a dozen written in a patchwork manner. Some are even better. They are not written about the boundaries of Hanyang at all, and I don’t know where they are arranged.

Our Xiao Zhao is an aristocratic son of the imperial family who grew up in Hanyang. He has lived in Hanyang for more than thirty years and has never been to any place in Hanyang. Now, just taking a casual walk down there, I can see the true and false nature of many gangsters.

When he saw what was written blindly, he pointed with his hand. Naturally, Hanyang Zhuangyang came over and picked up the bastard like a chicken. He threw it into the atrium outside the lobby, and then a

He was slapped indiscriminately. Of course, it wasn't really a slap on the butt, it was just to tell the bastard to be more careful and stop doing stupid things.

Randomly naming names. In a short period of time, more than 20 gangsters were thrown out. The fanatics were beaten until they cried for father and mother. The crowd in front of the hall clapped and applauded, calling Superintendent Zhao to resolve the case.

So lovely.

Li Jinglai and Hong Jinglai, who were sitting at the back of the hall, nodded after hearing this. After all, our little Zhao has a family background, and he is indeed an official who can solve cases. If you let Li Jinglai or Hong Jinglai sit in this hall, thousands of people will be there.

Looking outside the hall, there are hundreds of suspects chattering in front of them. Their heads are about to explode, and there is no mood to solve the case.

I guess in order to keep the crowd quiet, I just threw the sticks for beating people on the ground. I didn't care about anything else. They came up with a thirty-kill stick and hit you until you stopped trembling.

Xiao Zhao has already typed out all the random scrawls, and the rest are written by Confucian scholars and scholars who wrote addresses in Hanyang. Some wrote more than ten or twenty places, and some only wrote one or two, but

After all, they are all addresses in the city, so they are not wrong.

Zhao Wanyong obtained the records of posting locations recorded by the Fuzhong Secretariat and began to compare them. Such a big event happened in Hanyang Mansion, and the brave people on the street were so angry that they wanted to kill people. Why are you Confucian scholars really seeking death?

Take me with you, I'm a little Hanyang Zhuangyong, I'm just a small community policeman, looking after the streets, but why do I put up stickers on the streets I'm in charge of?

The first people to investigate were these Hanyang heroes, so the addresses posted in dozens of places were all recorded in the Hanyang Mansion's case files, so basically there would be no omissions.

They also picked out seven or eight bastards who had scrawled addresses in Hanyang, but didn't know their numbers at all, and ordered the brave men to beat them out. Now there were sixty or seventy people left in the hall. It was hard to tell them apart for a while.

, the addresses written by these people, especially those who only wrote one or two places, are correct, and the addresses are really posted there.

After pondering for a while, Zhao Wanyong divided the answer sheets with repeated addresses into one place. After a short while, he got four piles. While signing up, he had people restrain the four teams.

Then he ordered the brave men of Hanyang to drive the four groups into four official rooms in the corridor, and let them judge and report among themselves to see who wrote the most correct one.

This was probably a psychological tactic. Hong Jinglai didn't understand, so he quietly walked around to the corridor from the back with his hands behind his back, hoping to see how to tell the difference in the official rooms.

At this time, Zhao Wanyong attacked the case again: "Those who retreated on their own now will not be asked. If they are found out, they will be beaten thirty times and served as hard labor in Incheon for one year!"

A roar with official authority made the Confucian scholars and scholars in the audience tremble. Immediately, a gangster knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to Zhao Wanyong to apologize. His head hit the green door in front of the hall with a "dong dong dong dong".

On the bricks, everyone felt pain when they heard it.

Zhao Wanyong, who was laughing in his heart, waved his hand to tell the man to get out of here. The man actually shed a lot of tears and snot from his nose. It was like running away like a mouse. Amid the clapping and ridicule of the people watching, he covered his face with his sleeves.

Push through the crowd and escape from the house.

Except for that person, none of the dozens of remaining people indicated that they wanted to leave. This was probably the so-called knife for extending the head, and the same knife for retracting the head. They just straightened their necks and stretched forward.

Isn't it just a year of hard labor in Incheon? The most Li Xizhu could do was ask him to build a roadbed and tire himself to death. Logically speaking, he wouldn't kill people and bury them under the tracks.

Zhao Wanyong picked up his official uniform, stepped down from the big case, and ordered the brave men to drive these Confucian scholars into the official room, and then closed the door, leaving only half of the window open. There were brave men outside the door and outside the window, only

Watch the scholars in the official room argue among themselves about who is the real author or poster of the post.

Hong Jinglai also quietly walked up to Zhao Wanyong. He was about to ask what it meant, but he didn't want to be followed by Li? He also followed out. He patted Zhao Wanyong's back gently. Before Zhao Wanyong could say anything, he motioned for him to calm down.
Chapter completed!