The old man who was taken outside the door struggled and stopped and grinned: "This adult is indeed a noble man. I have never missed it. Haha, I have to bother a master and a magistrate to play together to earn my confession. I really can't afford it."

Lan Jue looked at him for a moment and rolled up the book "The Thieves in Troubled Times": "You are really good at your eyes. The department is not in charge of the Criminal Department, but when he returned home and rested in the province, he heard about this case and came to watch. He claimed that he was not a pity for you."

The old man pulled under his beard: "The adults are so gentle, I think it's Si Wenshi."

Lan Jue nodded: "Although you haven't said it, it's almost the same thing. But it's true that it's just the same thing. In fact, County Magistrate Zhang corresponds to the newly dug out underground palace in "The Thieves of Troubled Times". It is speculated that this plot is the person who is based on it. The headquarters does not agree with his argument. Therefore, it's the end."

The old man said, "Oh?"

The constable scolded the rude, and Lan Jue said it was fine, and then said: "According to the knowledge of the Ministry of the Ministry, the book "The Thieves in Troubled Times" borrowed the deeds of two thieves, Yue Su and Shao Feng, who had been decades ago. The name Shan Jin was obviously used as the name of Yue Su. As we all know, the man in the West Mountain Hongyesheng liked to write about famous scholars and rivers. If the places involved in the book were not fabricated, they would be blocked from the north, the south of the Yangtze River, or the capital, they would be a romantic place for poetry and chanting throughout the ages. The people he wrote were even more free and easy, and would become famous at a young age and be famous all over the world."

The old man laughed again: "My sir, it is impossible for this person to write a book about the old man in this village, right?"

Zhang Ping's eyelids moved, as if there was something to say. Before Lan Jue let him speak, he said to the old man again: "The headquarters has no intention. I just want to tell you that although you said something to a scholar many years ago, there is no evidence to prove that the scholar is indeed the author of "The Thieves of Troubles in Troubles". Over the years, there are so many scholars who have passed by here and talked to you. Over the years, the memory may be wrong. It is even more impossible to prove that the events in the underground palace in the book are related to anyone or event here. In legendary novels, the thief flew to the sky, broke into the mechanism, explored strange caves, and went to the underground palace, which are all very common."

The old man narrowed his eyes: "The old man is really confused and confused about what he meant, and he is very dizzy."

Lan Jue said in a gentle voice: "The evidence that Magistrate Zhang found from you is another matter. The department and the department cannot intervene. But some of your words just now were drawn out one sentence after another when the department and the county and the county were pretending to be a joke. Maybe you didn't know what you were saying at that time. Or maybe you just said it for a moment and rushed out."

The old man said, "Although I am a stalemate, I can still bear what I say. Don't worry, sir."

Lan Jue continued to look at the old man kindly: "There must be evidence in the court. Therefore, County Magistrate Zhang cannot judge that this book is related to you based on just a few words just now. Unless the red leaves of the West Mountain are resurrected from life and death and testify in person, no matter what you said just now, you can turn your confession in the court."

Zhang Ping continued with a rude sentence: "The law is fair, I hope you will consciously admit your guilt and confess your accomplices."

Is this an excitement?

Still talking about it?

still……

He silently looked at Lan Jue's kind gaze and Zhang Ping's expressionless face, allowing the detectives to drag it out.

At night, no wind.

The prison carriage followed Lan Jue and Zhang Ping's carriage and started.

The yamen runners on the left and right raised their torches, and the head of the slaughter head rode his horse back and forth to patrol. When they reached a wilderness, a guard next to the prison van suddenly shook his hand, and the torch fell to the ground. The head of the slaughter head slammed forward: "What's going on!" Two people suddenly appeared from the slant and grabbed his hand.

The head of the butcher was shocked and the two who grabbed him were dressed in yamen runners' clothes, but there were two strange faces under the hat.

"you……"

The two of them skillfully clicked on his acupoints, twisted his arm, opened his cuffs, and exposed a small leather hood tied to his left wrist against the flesh. One of them caught two small darts from the leather hood.

All the yamen runners and the carriage in front of them stopped. The slaughter's head was ashamed, and he watched Zhang Ping walk in the flames.

One of the people who held the slaughter head also presented two small darts. Another person picked up something from the grass beside the prison van and presented it to Zhangping. It was also a small dart that was exactly the same. The dart was as thin as a willow leaf, as thin as a cicada's wing, and shining with a blue and blue cold light.

The man who held the slaughter head said, "Sir, you should check it carefully. The dart should be poisoned."

The head of the slaughter weakened his knees and fell to the ground: "Sir, the villain is confused for a moment! Siren... Since the adult has long suspected the villain, he should know that the villain is just afraid that Liu Changshan will confess his ancestors to become monks. Siren is really obsessed with it!"

The other real county yamen runners were shocked, as if they had not figured out the situation in front of them.

Zhang Ping looked down at him expressionlessly: "Prespect first and go back to the county government."

The clapper at the third update rang.

The drum sounds of Fengle County Government are also making a big hit.

Go to the hall!

The yamen runners sorted the attendants, Zhang Ping followed Wang Yanlanjue and was about to enter the hall, but Wang Yan suddenly turned around and looked at him: "You did introduce this case, and you also took the person. You can come to examine this hall."

Zhang Ping bowed to take the order and put on his clothes into the hall. The drums sounded, and the yamen runners were drinking together. Wang Yan and Lan Jue sat down on the left and right. Xie Fu and the officials of the county yamen stood beside each other. Zhang Ping went to the hall and sat upright. After sitting upright, he picked up the gavel for the first time in his life and beat him up.

"Take a suspect."

The constable escorted an old man with silver hair into the hall. Many of the officials of the county yard standing beside him were filled with sighs. Almost everyone in the county knew Liu Sou, who was doing a small business on the top of Cishou Mountain. He was still strong and vigorous in his eighties and was often regarded as an example of the blessings he could receive from his grandmother. The minor officials and yamen runners born in this county were even grown up by him. Many of them even wore 1980s made of his old clothes and cloth.

Why is the person arrested by the Minister of Justice and the magistrate of the County?

The old man knelt down slowly in various sights. Two constables who had changed their sex to the Ministry of Justice were escorted into the slaughter head.

The county yamen felt even more sighing and each guessed. The head of the slaughter knelt down beside Liu Sou. Zhang Ping said again: "Care evidence." The constables held two more lacquer plates and sent them to the front of the case. Another yamen runner outside the door bowed and said: "Report to the master, Yao Qi, Yao Lu, have brought it."

Zhang Ping nodded: "Transfer."

The yamen runners led the Yao brothers into the interior. The two of them were slightly stunned when they saw Liu Sou and the slaughter in the hall. After seeing the ceremony, Yao Lu said, "I don't know what the adults summoned the student brothers late at night?"

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and Yao Qi hurriedly bowed: "My son is young and does not know the etiquette. He is rude in the hall. I hope the elders will forgive him."

Zhang Ping said, "You two are waiting for the side." Yao Qi immediately took the order and pulled Yao Lu back to the side of his lower head.

The slaughter kowtowed: "Sir, the villain will do anything! Please don't punish him, leave a whole body of a villain! The villain did not want to kill Liu Changshan. If you don't believe it, please check the poison on the dart. It was seized by the villain two years ago. The poison on it can only make him stupid and not take his life. The villain just wants him to be speechless, so please give him a clear guide!"

Zhang Ping said: "Why do you want to harm Liu Changshan?"

The head of the slaughter seemed to be waiting for Zhang Ping to ask this question, and immediately kowtowed again: "Reply to the words of the great man. The villain's grandfather worked in this yamen decades ago and was on duty like the villain. More than thirty years ago, when the ancestor was about to die, he always murmured, often saying that he was seeking life in his life, such as the evil spirit, such as the female ghost, and the king. His family didn't know why, but only thought that the ancestor had an unjust case when he was on the job. These days, the villain followed the adult to handle the case, but the female corpse under the tree and the underground palace could print the ancestor's murmur. The villain was frightened and knew that this matter would not be related..."

Zhang Ping said: "According to the law of this dynasty, the ancestors or fathers kill people and their descendants do not know about it, there will be no involvement."

The head of the slaughter rested: "As the head of the slaughter, of course I understand. It's just... it's just... based on the monthly salary of the villain's ancestors and fathers, I really can't get the current family business. The money, the money, the villain really doesn't know the origin... The villain just married another wife before the New Year, and the villain is obsessed with it!" He was guilty again and again.

"But the villain really didn't know what the ancestors did back then. However, when he was alive, he never asked his mother to take the younger one to the grandma's temple to burn incense. His father shouldn't know. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to take me to burn incense after his ancestors died."

Zhang Ping nodded and ordered the captain to take the captain's head to the next head and kneel down.

Only Liu Sou was kneeling in the hall when he was kneeling against the case. He raised his head to look at Zhang Ping: "Sir, is it my turn?"

The yamen runner shouted, "Bold, so rude and abrupt!"

Zhang Ping nodded: "It's your turn."

Liu Sou said again: "I am old and I am afraid I will find it difficult to support me after kneeling for a long time. Can I stand up and reply?"

Zhang Ping raised his hand to stop the yamen runners who were about to scold him.

"Is Liu Changshan, the body of Pu's girl Lili, you buried it under the willow tree?"

Liu Sou smiled.

When he thinks of her, he can't help but smile and feels warmth in his heart.

"Yes, Lili is her boudoir name."

You dirty people are not worthy of knowing her name.

"She likes the scenery on the high cliff, so I chose there. The willow tree was planted by me with my own hands. In this way, I can watch her and accompany her every day on the mountain. She can also watch me and accompany me."

There was silence in the hall, and Zhang Ping looked at the old man's smiling eyes.
Chapter completed!