Datang Coroner

Chapter 1967 is a reminder
Fu Shiyi looked at him with a smile, and asked in doubt: "Are you guilty?"

Li Changbo poked it out in a warm voice: "It's a bluff. He's panicking, you can see that he's breaking out in a cold sweat."

The post station official subconsciously raised his hand and wiped his forehead.

However, there was no cold sweat.

Li Changbo smiled even more warmly: "I lied to you."

Fu Shi sings to his wife: "But I can see that you have a guilty conscience."

The post station official immediately insisted: "This kind of thing, don't talk nonsense! There is absolutely no problem with the account books! We have regulations! Besides, why should I change the account books? What good does it do me?"

When he said these words, he tried his best to straighten his chest, and looked less afraid.

But his eyes did not dare to look at Fu Shiyi or Li Changbo, or even any of the bad people in the Chang'an County Yamen behind him, they just kept wandering.

Fu Shiyi sighed softly: "That's why I said that accepting bribes is not advisable. As for whether there are any problems with the account books, you know better than me, don't you?"

The post station official still sternly said: "Blood! How could I do such a thing!"

Li Changbo stretched out his hand and said calmly, "Show me the account books. If you don't have them, I won't wrong you."

However, the other party seemed to suddenly think of something, and held the account book in his arms, holding it tightly, with a face full of "I want to live and die with the account book", and said sternly: "You are all in the same group, you are absolutely Impossible to help me!"

"Magistrate Li of Chang'an County, how could he slander you, a petty official!" Wang Erxiang shouted, his bearded beard looked majestic under the dim light, especially when he glared.

Fu Shiyi silently gave Wang Erxiang a thumbs up: Beautiful, this tacit understanding is perfect!
"Where are the other people in the station?" Li Changbo said concisely, without continuing to argue with the other party, he just said: "Go and wake them up."

There is no need for the post station officials to call. Naturally, Wang Erxiang leads people to call.

The highest officer of the post station is the post chief.Appointed by the imperial court, or by local wealthy households, they will live in the backyard of the station with their families.

At this time, when Wang Erxiang called, the postmaster came out immediately, with rice grains on his beard.

Looking at his round belly, Fu Shiyi thought of a word: brain full of fat.

The postmaster looked quite festive, with a round face, a round belly, and a flat nose under the round eyes.

He first scolded the little official: "A distinguished guest is coming, why don't you call me? Nonsense!"

Then he looked at Li Changbo again, with a smile on his face: "Magistrate Li, County Magistrate Li, don't be angry, the people below are ignorant, if you have anything, just tell me."

Li Changbo didn't show politeness to him, instead he talked about the situation just now with a half-smile, and raised his finger to the account book that the clerk still hugged tightly: "What's the deal?"

"Don't you give it to County Magistrate Li?" The postmaster glared at the little official angrily, and almost snatched it: "Why are you guilty? Did you destroy the account book when you stole fried pancakes again?"

The petty official knelt down on the ground, trembling, crying bitterly and confessed: "Yes, I deserve to die. I ate the pancakes secretly, wiped off the account book without washing my hands. I accidentally got a few oil marks——"

Now, he stopped holding the account book tightly in his arms, and handed it to the postmaster respectfully.

At the scene in front of him, Fu Shiyi almost laughed angrily: It's really a good cooperation!What is the cooperation between Wang Erxiang and Li Changbo just now?This is the perfect partner!

And the postmaster has already taken the account book, and then presented it to Li Changbo with respectful hands: "Magistrate Li, the people below don't know the rules and don't pay attention to them, which will cause you trouble."

Li Changbo took it, but he refused to flip through it with his hands. Instead, he took out the handkerchief and turned the pages through the handkerchief.

Fu Shiyi was almost amused: It seems that the excuse of eating pancakes disgusted our County Magistrate Li.

However, although this reason is disgusting, it is reasonable to listen to it suddenly.

Fu Shiyi stood beside Li Changbo and pointed out the doubts to him: "Look, magistrate Li, since the twelfth day, all the ink stains have been in the same shade. Look at the front again, and you will find that it is different. And the handwriting is also different. If you look closely at the finger prints on the back, they are all different."

These days, although the difference between fingerprints cannot be discerned, signatures and signatures are all printed by fingers—I don’t know who invented it.

Of course, Fu Shiyi didn't have such sharp eyes as Jingjing, who could see the subtle differences in fingerprints at a glance.

But when each person presses the fingerprints, because of their different habits, different postures, and different forces, the size, direction, and color of the ink pad will be different.

But after turning the page from the twelfth day, all the finger prints on the back are the same.

And it can be seen that the cover was serious at the beginning, and it became more casual as it got to the back.

Even the color changes from dark to light, and then from dark to light.

This kind of situation can only happen when the same person keeps covering finger prints.Because after pressing the ink pad once, I will continue to press the finger to print, until I feel that the color is not strong enough, I will go to the ink pad again.

So is ink.The shade at the end can be connected with the first word of the next line.

This shows that these records were not added at different times.

Instead, write a lot at once.

Fu Shiyi pointed to the back of the paper again: "The back is stained with ink."

Generally speaking, this kind of record is used to record a few items at a time at most, not one continuous page, and then turn over and record the next page.

So you won't get the ink on the back of the previous page, even the last line or two.

But this account book has at least half a page in the back.

And the handwriting is getting more and more illegible——

Fu Shiyi pursed his lips and smiled: "They may not be very good at making fakes, and their technology is not proficient enough."

Li Changbo nodded and admitted the question.

After Fu Shiyi finished these few items, everyone could immediately see the tricks in the account books.

Li Changbo looked at the postmaster with a half-smile, "The account books used for this kind of recording cannot be damaged or tampered with, right?"

There was really cold sweat on the head of the postmaster. He raised his sleeve and wiped it, smiling reluctantly, "Yes. It cannot be damaged or tampered with."

"What if it's damaged or tampered with?" Li Changbo asked again, looking calm, but it made people panic.

Fu Shiyi looked at the chubby postmaster with some sympathy, especially seeing his faltering, so he said very considerately: "Is it so hot? I see that you are sweating all the time, so you can't answer. Or, we Calm down for you?"

Wang Erxiang took a step forward, folded his arms around his chest, and looked down upon the postmaster from above.It seems that the next moment I will throw people into cold water to "calm down" for a while.

The postmaster immediately replied: "Severe punishment, and no further employment."

Li Changbo smiled warmly: "Then, is this the first offense? Or—?"

　Fu Xiaodao: County Magistrate Li and I are both incarnations of justice~ specialize in attacking evil! biu~biubiu~ Leave a message for the author who you secretly hid, please hand it over!
　　Hujiahuwei's Wanyin: Everyone...see you tomorrow!

　　
　
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