this……

this…………

this………………!!!!!

Chen Chou was dizzy, cold liver, blurry eyes, buzzing in his ears, and three souls and six spirits were about to float away from his body.

This...how is this possible!

Obviously...

Chen Chou's mouth opened again and again, and his throat sounded a few times before it poured out like a flood that broke through the river bank.

"Sir, this is absolutely fake. Zhou Cheng, Zhou Cheng, Zhou Cheng..."

Zhou Cheng came clearly, brought a lot of things and said a lot of things!

"...The letter was indeed written by Zhang Ping's handwriting. How could I not recognize my friendship with him for so many years? Adults are really wronged! Adults and students are really wronged!"

What's going on, what's going on?

Are you dreaming, is it all of this a nightmare?

Chen Chou took two steps: "Sir, those two letters are here, so you can check them. It is indeed Zhang Ping's handwriting!"

Deng Xu gently tapped the armrest of the seat: "Chen Chou, you have many doubts about all kinds of actions. He suddenly left Yiping County and took other people's concubines to the capital. He said he wanted to deliver a letter, but he refused to hand it over to his servants. He stayed in the capital for two days, but no one proved where you were and what you did. This temple also wanted to ask you, Zhang Ping had not written this letter, so where did you get the letter with his handwriting? How could a dead person go to your house to deliver a letter?"

Chen Chong was so anxious that his teeth were chuckling and fighting. He had to argue too much, but he couldn't speak. Li Wan, who was beside him, suddenly raised his head: "Is it too biased to say this?"

Deng Xu turned his eyes to her: "Oh?"

Chen Chong said anxiously: "Li Wan, don't interfere with this matter." He looked at Deng Xu again, "Sir, this matter has nothing to do with her!"

Li Wan and Deng Xu looked at each other without fear in their eyes: "Everything that Chen Lang said is true, and the girl can testify for him. The man did come that day, and the letters he brought were all in the house. The adults could check it out. There are all evidences and physical evidences. Why do adults still suspect that Chen Lang is fake?"

Deng Xu touched his moustache: "Do you know Zhou Cheng?"

Li Wan said: "The young girl doesn't know her."

"Since you don't know each other, how can you prove that Zhou Cheng sent something to your residence and Chen Chouyoujue?"

Li Wan replied slowly, "It was Zhou Cheng if the girl didn't know her, but someone did come to deliver things and letters. This was what the girl saw with her own eyes."

Deng Xu said: "Chen Chou said that the person who sent the letter was Zhou Cheng."

Li Wan said: "That lord shouldn't doubt Chen Lang. If Chen Lang knew that Zhou Cheng would have died long ago, why would he have to lie like this? What's the benefit for him except causing trouble?"

Deng Xu smiled: "What an eloquent woman."

Li Wan raised her head and looked directly at Deng Xu: "The young woman was just telling the truth. Chen Lang had some evidence of physical evidence, and the adults still doubted it. The screen was just a sentence he had never written a letter, and the adults believed it. It would be unfair."

Chen Chou was afraid that Li Wan would cause trouble, so he repeatedly spoke and gestured, telling her not to say anything. Deng Xu closed his eyes: "This temple has been handling cases for many years, how can a woman question the fairness?" He looked at Chen Chou again, "This temple has sent someone to rumor Zhang Ping to Beijing, and he will probably arrive tomorrow. Then you can confront each other on the spot."

He stood up and ordered his left and right to take Chen Chou and Li Wan back to the cell respectively.

When he was about to put on a cloth bag, Chen Chou shouted Li Wan's name and looked at her deeply. Li Wan looked at him and smiled slightly, as if he was saying with his eyes, Chen Lang, it's okay, it's okay.

The darkness was falling down, and a hot dampness slid across Chen Chong's cheeks.

Wang Yan and his constables visited Dali Temple in the evening. The gate of the Dali Temple yamen was closed and the lights were dark. The guardian said that in the evening, Lord Deng and the other lords went back to their homes.

Wang Yan turned his head to the constables behind him and said, "You unfortunately entered the wrong yamen and followed the headquarters to handle cases all year round. If you were in Dali Temple, why would you do this?"

The small doorman bowed his back and said with a smile: "Mr. Wang is right, and the young people often wonder, how can Mr. Deng solve the case in a blink of an eye?"

Wang Yan snorted coldly and left with the constables.

The little doorman looked at their backs, yelled and flashed into the door.

A moment later, the guard reported to Deng Xu: "As expected, Wang Yan is here again. He has been sent to the door. However, I'm afraid he won't give up."

Deng Xu laughed and said, "Let him go. This kid has an old Tao above him, so it's too early to go against this temple. I didn't want to bother with him in the past."

The head guard then rubbed his hands and smiled: "That's right, no matter what the mistakes were made by their Ministry of Justice, our Dali Temple made up for them. They are all kind-hearted, otherwise we should let the Censorate defeat them!"

Deng Xu twisted his short moustache: "Oh, Lao Tao is still a kind person, but depending on his face, this temple must help more."

Bu Yifan, the old boy, asked his men to control Lan Jue and others, and how could he dare to touch Wang Qin's son?

"Boy Wang is a bit arrogant, but he is a practical thing."

Wang Yan looked at the file all night and went to Tao Zhoufeng the next day. He took the case first to discover it, Lan Jue was poisoned, the suspect, etc., and the evidence was found first, because the Ministry of Justice was found out first, because he was afraid that Dali Temple would take over, and there would be omissions in the clues and could not be followed. He asked to discuss the case with the two departments and the three departments to try it.

Tao Zhoufeng said that the case was very important, but the cooperation between the departments and departments was also very important. Deng Xu had always been rigorous in his work, and the case must have been handed over after the emperor nodded and had a major relationship. Thus, it extended to the cooperation and friendship between the departments and departments of the court, and a large group of mixed things.

Wang Yan endured it again and again, and then kept an listening attitude, and did not lift the desk in front of Tao Zhoufeng. After Tao Zhoufeng finished speaking, he said: "Director Lan was poisoned and was helpless. Only when he caught the murderer could he find the antidote. Life was at stake, so he could not delay! Dali Temple clearly found the wrong direction."

Tao Zhoufeng was surprised: "Oh?"

Wang Yan said expressionlessly: "As far as the official knows, Lord Deng has tried and tried these days, and they are all reviewing Chen Chou. But the official thought that the woman next to Chen Chou was very suspicious. If he focused on the first trial, he would definitely be able to find out the key."

Tao Zhoufeng pondered for a moment: "Homeomen Hall immediately tells you what you think." Then he looked at Wang Yan with relief, "Mr. Wang, look, this is the cooperation between the ministry. Why do you need any form? I believe you have already experienced it."

Wang Yan had already rolled Tao Zhoufeng into meatballs in his heart, forked it with billions of knives, and said hard: "The official is taught." He strode out.

Seeing that his face was not good, the subordinates outside the door didn't dare to approach him. Only Doctor Kong hesitated and generously came up: "Sir..."

Wang Yan stopped suddenly, turned his head, and Doctor Kong took two steps back and lowered his head: "Report~ Sir~ Sir Lan is awake..."

Why? Why? Why?

Chen Chou shrunk into the small black prison, feeling that his heart was reduced to a darker and narrower place.

A dead man brought a bunch of things on a snowy morning, saying that it was given by Zhang Ping.

But Zhang Ping said that it was not given to him.

Why is this?

Chen Chou suddenly remembered all the things along the way after leaving Yiping...

Haunted inn, cotton pads, that dilapidated temple.

There is also that dream, the furry thing pressing on him in the dream, the green eyes, the wet tongue...

ghost--

Is it hard to say, I am really being entangled by a ghost?

Mom! Why is it me! Why is it always me!

Chen Chou hugged his head, and a thought suddenly flashed. It was almost time for him to catch it. The prison door opened again. Several prison guards came in with iron chains, locked him up and put them on a cloth bag without saying a word, and pulled them out.

It was still the same big stone room, and Li Wan was also brought. Chen Chou was trying to climb two steps in her direction. The prison door opened again, and a familiar figure followed several guards in.

Chen Chou rubbed his eyes suddenly. That's right, it's Zhang Ping!

Zhang Ping!!!

"Brother Zhang! Brother Zhang!" Chen Chou's tongue was a little knotted, "You, you're here! Tell them quickly..."

Yes, what are you saying?

"What happened to the letter, what was delivered to the place where I live?!"

Zhang Ping walked to Chen Chou, wearing a county magistrate's uniform, with coldness, her eyebrows were locked in deep eyes, and her expression was solemn. Her eyes looked at Chen Chou very complicated.

"Brother Chen, I have never written a letter or sent you something."

this……

Chen Chou was stunned. Zhang Ping's attitude seemed a little cold, not very much like the Zhang Ping he was familiar with.

"It's your word! Mingming..."

Another sound came, and the guards surrounded Deng Xu and entered.

Zhang Ping turned his back to Chen Chou and bowed to Deng Xu, who was still sitting down on the chair.

"Okay, you finally came here and we were in a conversation with the suspect Chen Sheng. Did you send someone to deliver the letter?"

Zhang Ping still turned his back to Chen Chou and replied briefly: "The officials have never sent letters or things."

"But that Shintomotoji has seen it, it is indeed your handwriting."

Deng Xu waved his hand, and the guard holding the tray beside him immediately delivered the letter from the tray to Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping picked up the letter and looked carefully: "Sir, the handwriting of this letter is indeed very similar to that of the Xiaguan, but it was not written by the Xiaguan."

Deng Xu raised his eyebrows: "How to prove it."

Zhang Ping said: "The handwriting looks very similar. The lower official can write a few words to compare. The strength of the hook and stroke is still a little different. In addition, the letters include tedious words such as 'Brother Junce, the cold in the middle of winter is heavy, so you must remember to add more clothes and take care of it'. The lower official will not write it. The lower official usually calls Brother Chen Chou and does not shout his words."

Deng Xu raised his eyebrows again: "Isn't the word "chi" more friendly? This sentence seems to be simple enough in our temple. How would you write it if it were you?"

Zhang Ping said: "Brother Chen, it's cold, keep warm and take care of it."

Deng Xu said: "This temple asks one more question, how many friends do you have?"

Zhang Ping said: "There is only Brother Chen who makes friends."

Deng Xu glanced at Chen Chou: "It seems that you are indeed good at character and temperament."

Chen Chou nodded quickly: "Sir, students are really good people!"
To be continued...