Chapter 52: The case will be tried!

"Bang!—Bang!"

The golden rooster sang dawn, and the sky was bright. With a sharp sound, the gate of the prison cell opened, and then seven or eight prisoners walked in.

The leader is in his thirties, with a bloated body, a shiny bald head, and a fierce look on his face. It is the prisoner here - King Chen Yan!

"Who was the night last night?"

"Little Man Ma San, responsible for the night!"

"Oh, did you hear any movement?"

"I heard it, a burst of ghosts and wolves howling, and the genius stopped after the third update."

"Um!"

King Chen Yan nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the Shi brothers had finished the matter as ordered.

Then he shook his head again, worried that the Shi brothers would be troublesome if they had "played" over the fire and left traces on the corpse. These three bastards are really not worry-free.

Immediately speeded up and came to the innermost prison door. When I looked in with my bloated water, I was stunned... Li Zhao's eyes were slightly closed and he was lying on the haystack to rest. The three brothers of the Shi family, one rubbed his shoulders, the other beat his legs, and the other was responsible for serving tea and water. They were even more filial than serving his own father!

What is this situation? The Shi brothers have always been cruel and ruthless, and at least dozens of prisoners have killed. Why didn’t he listen to the instructions this time and took over Li Zhao while it was late at night?

It would be fine if they didn't obey the instructions, but they were so down-looking and served others, just like three little pugs. Are they being possessed by evil spirits?

King Chen Yan couldn't figure it out and couldn't ask in person, so he could only glar at the Shi brothers and prepare to deal with them later. If he dared not listen to his orders, he would have to peel them off.

The problem is, my godfather told me to kill Li Zhao in the cell. Now that things have not been done, how can I handle the work?

Otherwise, I would do it myself... A murderous intent flashed in King Chen's eyes, and then I gave up this idea, no!

First of all, it's too late to go.

Second, in broad daylight, there are many people in the prison cell. If you take action yourself, it is difficult to guarantee that the news will not be leaked. If someone tracks it down later, it will be a big trouble.

The Tang Dynasty law stipulates that killing officials is a rebellion, which is a sin of unforgivable crime, and the three clans will be destroyed.

Although Li Zhao is not an official, he has the identity of a clan. Killing him is the same as killing an official. In order to kill one of him, it is not worth it to lose his life to his whole family!

Besides, his godfather set up a series of plans, and even if he escaped this disaster by chance, he would be unable to escape the next disaster.

"Come on, take Mr. Zhao out, and the county magistrate is about to be promoted to the church."

"promise!"

Several prisoners opened the prison door, took Li Zhao out, and headed straight to the lobby of the county government!

...

"Boy, I'm worried for nothing... Ah snee!"

A figure slowly stood up on the roof of the prison cell, rubbed his red nose, and disappeared quickly. It was not someone else, but Pei Min!

It turned out that the sword saint was cold and worried that Li Zhao would be in danger in the cell, so he worked tirelessly and entered the city late at night, squatting on the cell all night, secretly protecting Li Zhao's safety.

As a result, this kid is as cunning as a fox and as fierce as a wolf. Not only does he have nothing to do, he is also having fun in the cell!

On the contrary, the Great Sword Saint Pei blew the cold wind on the roof for a night and almost caught a cold. Why did he get it?

...

Let’s talk about Li Zhao, led by the prisoners to the lobby of the county government.

The lobby is extremely wide, with flowers and bird paintings engraved on the surrounding wooden components, with different postures and lifelike appearances. Two round wooden pillars with thick embraces on them, with a couplet embedded on them: It is like bullying others and not deceiving yourself; it is like betraying the people, so how can you bear to bear the country?

A plaque with golden characters hung directly above the lobby - a mirror hanging high!

There was a person sitting under the plaque. He was thirty-seven or eight years old, with a dignified appearance, elegant temperament, wearing a black gauze hat, light green official uniform, and embroidered bird patterns... It was Cao Ruoxian, the magistrate of Wu'an County!

This person was from the imperial examination. After being selected by the Ministry of Personnel, he took office in Wu'an County a year ago.

Standing on both sides of the lobby were the chief clerk, Dianshi, Qiangu, Mingzheng of Xing, and two rows of yamen runners wearing red and black hats and holding ruthless water and fire sticks.

It can be said that the officials of all sizes and big and small in the county government have basically arrived, and only one person has disappeared. It is the second-in-command County Chief Zheng. Where did this old fox go?

...

The body of the Black Tornado was parked in the lobby. One day and one night passed, and it was completely stiff. Fortunately, it was the cold winter and there was no odor. If it were summer and autumn, it would have been stenched long ago.

"Woooooo...woooooooo!"

A young woman kneeled beside the body, with a charming figure and charming spirit, constantly crying. There were more than a dozen rogues, all of whom came to the winemaking workshop the day before yesterday to make trouble.

The lobby entrance was also full of people, including Aunt Qing, Bo Cai, Bai Mo, Manager Sun, Store Manager Jia... and the winemaking workshop staff, and the villagers in Qianlonggang, there were probably as many as two or three hundred people.

"mighty!"

He called for his authority and a minor official submitted the file. The magistrate of Cao County slapped the auspicious tree and began to formally investigate the case.

"Is it Li Zhao standing in the hall?"

“That’s right!”

"The file says, are you a clan of the royal family?"

"Yes, this young master is the fourth generation grandson of Emperor Taizong's third son, King Xiao of Wu!"

"I am the phoenix son and dragon grandson, don't kneel down, please sit down!"

"Thank you, County Master!"

When he saw the official, he would not worship him and sit in the lobby. This was another privilege for the children of the royal family. A yamen runner brought a stool and Li Zhao sat up steadily.

On the other side, Black Tornado's wife, Sun, started a fuss with a dozen thugs.

"Master Qingtian, the civilian woman is wronged, and the husband of the civilian woman died so miserably!"

"Master Qingtian, please make the decision for our boss!"

...

"Don't make noise. What's wrong with you? Come quickly from the truth. I will definitely make the decision for you!"

The magistrate Cao's county magistrate shot the auspicious tree and suppressed the crying sound, and then listened to Sun and others' narration... Another record of the minor official took the pen.

The day before the winter solstice, the Black Tornado Li Dayong went to the winemaking workshop to cause trouble and asked Li Zhao to knock it down for a round. The thugs quickly carried him to find a doctor to treat it. They took back their arms and prescribed some decoctions to promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, relieve pain and relieve pain.

Black Tornado was as strong as a cow. After drinking two bowls of soup, the situation suddenly improved greatly. Not only did he become much more energetic, he also ate some food when he returned home.

At the third update, Black Tornado suddenly twitched all over, bleeded blood from his mouth, and soon called for his life.

Sun and the ruffians agreed that Li Zhao must have taken too much action and caused severe internal injuries to the Black Tornado, which made him lose his life. Therefore, the next morning, he carried the body to the yamen to complain.

"Defendant-Li Zhao, plaintiff-Sun's words are true?"

"Reporting to the county magistrate, it is basically true. The day before the Winter Solstice Festival, the Black Tornado - Li Dayong brought people to the winery workshop to cause trouble. I was angry, so I taught him a lesson. However, I took action with a proper measure and would never hurt his life. As for Li Dayong's death, I think there is another reason!"

"Hmph, is there another reason? You will know after testing. Where is the coroner?"

"The villain is here."

"A autopsy in class!"

"promise!"

A gray-haired old coroner walked out and was in the lobby to inspect the body of the Black Tornado Zhang Dayong in public to see why he died?

Step 1: Test the poison.

Poisoning secretly is one of the most common ways to kill people, and Li Dayong's death is indeed a bit like poisoning!

According to ancient people, silverware will turn black once it encounters poison.

So the old coroner took out a few silver needles and inserted them into the corpse, the throat, lower abdomen, and the cun Guanqin area, and then pulled them out to check. The silver needle did not change at all, indicating that it was not a death from poisoning.

Step 2: Bone test.

If you wrap a blunt object with a towel and hit the vital parts of the human body, you can break the internal organs and bones inside without leaving any traces on the epidermis.

The old coroner kneaded it little by little, and the result was: Li Dayong's bones were intact and his internal organs were not displaced, which ruled out the possibility of being killed by blunt objects.

Step 3: Injury test.

Cut open Zhang Dayong's clothes and check carefully from top to bottom, your ears, nose, navel, perineum, etc., don't miss hidden locations, to see if there are any signs of being pierced by sharp blades, steel nails, and steel needles.

The result was that there were no wounds on the body.

There were only sprained blue bruises on both arms, and there was also a clear purple-red handprint two inches below the heart, which was made by Li Zhao.

After nearly a year of hard practice day and night, Li Zhao's iron sand palm has already reached a certain level of heat.

"Qi Bing County Master, my subordinates have carefully examined it. Li Dayong has no wounds on his body, his bones are intact, and there are no signs of poisoning. He only has serious bruises on his arms and heart, which is caused by being beaten."

"Oh, can the injuries on both arms and heart be killed by Li Dayong?"

"If you return to the county lord, the injury on your arms is not serious, and a palm on your heart is likely to be fatal."

The results of the old coroner's inspection were obviously unfavorable to Li Zhao!

You should know that as a clan, although there are many privileges, there is also an iron rule that cannot be changed: killing people will pay for their lives!

If Li Dayong was really beaten to death by Li Zhao, even if the lawsuit ended in Chang'an City-Zongzheng Temple, the latter would not be able to escape death... Aunt Qing, Bai Mo and others, who were standing at the door of the lobby, couldn't help but sweat a coldly. What should I do?
To be continued...