The county magistrate has no time to save the world

Chapter 9 You are human just like me

Wu Siyan leaned against the entrance of the dungeon to watch Zheng Nian's extreme pull, but at this moment, the head catcher of Chang'an County, who was kneeling on the ground, was breathing very unsteadily.

"This is not His Royal Highness." Zheng Nian repeated.

My heart almost jumped out.

Right in front of you is naked power.

No matter how many times I have seen such a scene in TV series, when I experienced it myself, it is already very different. If you say a wrong sentence, your head will move.

"My lord." The guard at the side finished looking at the corpse, and cupped his hands over, "I've checked all the length and clothes, and it's the one the young master wore yesterday."

"You'd better be able to convince me." Obviously, King Qing was holding out hope, and he naturally didn't want his child to die here. of.

Standing up and taking three deep breaths, Zheng Nian walked over to the charred corpse, and without a word, bent down from the neck of the corpse with a knife, black blood oozed out.

"It was burned alive."

Zheng Nian said, "If it is burned after death, there will be blood gushing out. Now it is only three hours before the corpse dies, and the blood is still preserved."

"If it was burned before death, it would be painful and screaming, but neither the prisoners in the prison nor the guards outside Xiaosi had heard the shouting, and the surrounding garrison would have heard the news if they heard it, but this time Everything was silent."

"The most important thing is here." Zheng Nian pointed at a spot on the back of the corpse with the tip of his knife.

"How is it here?" the guard asked.

"Look carefully, what is this?" Zheng Nian asked, pointing to the interface on his shoulder and back.

"Of course it's just a thread hole left when sewing uniforms. What's so strange?"

Zheng Nian glanced back at Wu Siyan who was not far away, and then said, "His Royal Highness, like other high-ranking officials and aristocrats, goes in and out of upper-class occasions. Naturally, buying clothes is also a first-class tailor shop and silk shop. Although we look at it from the outside, It's really the burnt silk that sticks to the skin, but that's not the case with underwear."

"Underwear?" King Qing frowned.

"Exactly, although the underwear is not much different, the materials are all cloth or silk, but this one happens to be recognized by me. It is not made by tailors or other fabric shops, but is made by Cao Min's mother herself. Mouth pit."

After all, Zheng Nian undressed directly, took off the official uniform, and placed it in the same position for the guards to identify, explaining, "My mother usually does needlework to subsidize the family, and this is Chang'an and Changle counties. and the garments of the garrison."

"My lord, it is indeed exactly the same. And the craftsmanship is ingenious, and it is different from the ones I have seen in the past." The guard stretched out his cuffs for comparison.

"Escorted yesterday, there should be traces of shackles on the son's hands, but please ask the guard to judge." Zheng Nian added.

The personal guard looked at the wrist of the corpse, and shook his head at King Qing.

"It's also possible that you, Chang'an County, murdered people and hid the prince!" King Qing didn't let go of the slightest possibility.

"Since King Qing is like this, please investigate."

Zheng Nian said, "But before the grassroots have something to say, please think about it first, the person who robs the prince must have a high skill, and it is difficult to know the patrolling people around. In the capital city, there is a garrison patrolling around the Chang'an county government office for a cup of tea. As soon as the incense is burned, a Jinyi Guard patrols, and within half an hour, the Dali Temple and the Yulin Army search."

"Moreover, the inspections in the county government are all the time, and you can search at will. This person is able to hide from the world with his son and hide in the city, which is naturally extraordinary..."

Zheng Nian looked at King Qing, his hands clenched into fists.

"Search!" King Qing left only this word, and he himself stepped out of the Chang'an county office.

There was chaos outside, and the guards searched all the places that could be searched in the county government office.

The master and Zheng Niantou sat face to face in the side hall, staring wide-eyed and small-eyed for a long time, "I haven't seen such a big thing in my five years as an official, do you think I should thank you? I should scold you!"

"King Qing is a man who holds grudges. Even if it has nothing to do with you this time, anger is inevitable. The Beijing investigation is coming soon, so it's best to be careful."

Wu Siyan who came in sat on a chair beside him, and Xin Delong looked at Zheng Nian suspiciously.

"The Prime Minister of Dali Temple, Master Wu." Zheng Nian introduced.

"Master Si Cheng!" Xin Delong hurriedly saluted, "Why do you have time to visit the Chang'an County Yamen today..."

"It's just passing by, it's not a public business, it's a private matter."

Wu Siyan turned to Zheng Nian and said, "King Qing will not let it go, even if he can figure out that you have no ability and reason to kidnap the eldest son, Chang'an County will have to bear the crime."

Zheng Nian naturally knew what she meant. Although it proved that the deceased was not the prince, the disappearance of the prince happened in your An county dungeon. No matter how you deduce it, it is impossible to deduce it.

Right now, he had to think of a way so that King Qing would not hold onto him.

"Wait for a while, I'll go around the prison." Zheng Nian seemed to have thought of something, turned his head and walked out of the room.

I grabbed a roast chicken and half a jar of wine from the back kitchen, and walked towards the dungeon.

There are not many cases in Chang'an County, so naturally there are fewer prisoners. Now only the scholar who was beaten up by the master is left.

Zheng Nian opened the cell door, stacked the food and wine in the cell, and squatted in front of him.

The aroma of roasted chicken was unrestrained, covering the damp and pungent fishy smell in the prison.

Peel off the lotus leaf to reveal the whole chicken.

Full color and flavor.

The weak scholar who collapsed on the ground staggered and sat up with his legs crossed, his bloated left cheek trembled unnaturally, "I can't say."

All transactions can be carried out, unless there are not enough chips.

Zheng Nian began to attack the mind: "I checked your case... files, I heard that you committed a crime of disobedience, and it is said that you gave His Royal Highness a glance, and you were kicked out of the mansion and landed in Chang'an County. Yamen, follow Jing Zhaoyin this time to ask and kill, the time is the day after tomorrow, right?"

The scholar's dim eyes flickered when he heard the word "princess", and then he regained his composure.

"You're a piano player." Zheng Nian changed his starting point.

"Huh?" The scholar looked up blankly, "How do you know?"

"There are calluses on the fingertips, traces of cloth being strangled, and calluses on the wrists. It should be a luthier." Zheng Nian nodded. No one used a mouse these days.

The scholar looked at his fingers blankly, and sighed, "So what? Now that everything is broken and people are separated, it doesn't matter if you don't play the piano."

"The only things that can make a luthier give up the qin are power and love. The difference is that what power takes away is the qin, but what love takes away is the desire to play the qin. Are you in love with Princess Chang'an?" Zheng Nian asked with a smile.

The scholar was taken aback, "Master, I won't say anything, and naturally I won't tell you other things, since you are a dying person..."

"You don't need to say, let me guess."

Zheng Nian said: "You definitely hate power, but this person is powerful, he must be a killer, and he didn't kill you. From the perspective of a down-and-out luthier, the person who needs to be protected when he is dying is naturally sweetheart."

Zheng Nian poured the wine from the jar into the two bowls in front of him, and lifted it up self-consciously, "The killer of the Princess Mansion, and you have seen him before."

"You!" The scholar stood up.

"Looks like I guessed right."

Zheng Nian drank the wine in the bowl, stood up, turned around and left, locked the door of the cell, and said, "I can let you see the princess again for the last time, or I can let you go acquitted. I can also agree You, I will not tell others what you said, and I will not let you come forward to prove it."

The scholar looked at him.

He also looked at the scholar: "I also want to live. I have my own wishes like you. I won't expose you, but I hope you can help me. In my eyes, you are human just like me."

(End of this chapter)