The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

The county magistrate looked at the black mass floating around in front of him, his mouth slowly closed as he gave up: "Is this an extraordinary measure?"

Pan Yun nodded.

Mr. Li widened his eyes and asked, "What can you see from this?"

County Magistrate: "Yes, what can you see?"

Pan Jun glanced at them, his face looming in the dim light, looking eerie in front of the pile of corpses.

She snorted and said, "There are many things to see."

She snapped her fingers, and the black fog that was running around in the room stopped in mid-air. A fist-sized black fog in front of the county magistrate's face slowly rolled away and spread out before his eyes. The black fog as black as ink surged into a black smoke, and then into gray smoke...

Finally, the gray smoke floated, and the face of a pretty young woman appeared. She seemed to be a phantom made of gray mist.

Amidst everyone's wide eyes, she slowly raised the corners of her mouth and turned her back.

It seemed to be another world. She ran away with her back to them, as if she heard something. She turned back suddenly, smiled prettily, and her eyes seemed to be filled with stars.

"This..." Her liveliness and happiness seemed to burst out from the gray fog. The county magistrate could not help but take a step forward, but the gray fog suddenly became a blur, just like a ball of ink falling from the sky, dyeing the mist black.

The gray fog quickly gathered in front of his eyes and turned into a black fog.

The black mist condensed into a ball, and with a whoosh, it plunged into a skeleton and disappeared.

Pan Yun walked up to the corpse and said to the stunned people, "This is her."

The county magistrate said with difficulty: "Is the woman we saw just now her? What was that mirage-like thing?"

"It's her remaining memory," Pan Yun said, "I've said before that after a person dies, most ghosts can't remember everything, either the most recent thing or the most distant thing.

The black mist you see now are all residual souls. They have existed longer and have forgotten more memories, so it is difficult for you to get direct answers from them. However, it does not mean that you will get nothing. "

"Painter!" the county magistrate suddenly shouted, "Call the painter here and draw all of them!"

County lieutenant: "...Sir, where can we find a painter in this short time?"

The county magistrate was silent for a moment and then said, "Bring me the brush and ink, I will draw!"

The coroner immediately handed over the pen and ink.

Master Li said in a deep voice: "County Master, I will help you!"

What a pity, there is only one pen in this room.

Pan Jun was full of disgust, but finally she rummaged through her sleeves and took out one and gave it to him.

She handed one to the county lieutenant, one to the coroner, one to Li Wenying, and she also took one for herself.

Everyone looked at her sleeves, except Li Wenying.

Pan Yun looked back coldly: "I can even let you see the souls of the dead, so what's so strange about me hiding a few pens in my sleeves?"

Everyone thought what she said made sense and nodded.

Those present were either scholars, Taoist priests, or veterans in solving cases in the county government. Except for the county lieutenant whose painting ability was a little weak, all those who got the pen were not bad.

But it doesn't matter, by combining two of them, in addition to drawing, you can also record the information about the pictures you see.

Therefore, even the yamen runners were divided into groups A, B, and C.

Yamen Runner A was assigned to the same group as Pan Yun.

Pan Yun snapped his fingers, and the stagnant black fog in the air suddenly became active, flying around the house, occasionally colliding with each other with a bang, making a sound of ghosts howling.

The county magistrate and his men stood firmly with their pens in their hands, while others huddled together in pairs and trembled.

But the black fogs seemed to be very well-behaved. Each time, only four groups of black fog would turn into gray fog in front of them, revealing their own appearance and playing the deepest memories in their memories.

The county magistrate immediately asked them to select a group to record.

The coroner was the busiest. He was mainly responsible for recording what they had drawn. After they finished recording, the grey mist condensed into black mist again and merged into their own body.

He numbered them and placed the painted portraits of each group on the corpses, so that they could later tell which corpse belonged to which person.

When the time comes, it will be much easier to investigate and question them based on how they died, and we can get a lot of information.

The ten people locked in the room were busy all night, but Master Li was useless and hid behind Pan Yun in fear all night.

As soon as the door opened, the yamen runners who were leaning against the door and eavesdropping with their ears perked up almost fell into the room.

Seeing the ten people's listless expressions and dark eyes, the yamen runners were nervous and afraid: "Sir, have you been haunted by vengeful ghosts all night?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The county magistrate handed them a stack of portraits and said in a deep voice, "Go to various brothels and see if anyone recognizes the person in the painting."

The yamen runner flipped through it and exclaimed, "Isn't this Taohong from Wanchun Tower?"

The county magistrate immediately turned his head and asked: "Do you recognize her?"

The yamen runner said, "Your Excellency, I dare not visit brothels. It's just that I'm patrolling the streets, so I have to know many people. This is Tao Hong from Wanchunlou. She was a famous courtesan in Ji'an six years ago. Later, I heard that she was redeemed by a northern merchant and is enjoying a good life. How come..."

The county magistrate reacted immediately and ordered: "Search every building, especially in the past ten years, no, twenty years. In the past twenty years, all the famous geishas, ​​singing girls, and young men in each building, those who were redeemed or redeemed themselves, should be carefully checked!"

The yamen runner took the order and left.

The county magistrate turned around and looked at the county lieutenant, and said in a deep voice: "County Lieutenant Zhou, I have only been in office for a few years, but you are a local of Ji'an. How many of the women and men in these paintings do you recognize?"

The county lieutenant swallowed and whispered, "I recognize seven of them."

The county magistrate looked at Mr. Li.

Mr. Li also swallowed his saliva and whispered, "Your Excellency, I, I recognize fewer, only five."

The county magistrate nodded: "That's good, then let's go to the front hall and talk about what you know."

The county magistrate really didn't know that it is difficult for an outsider to chant sutras, and the outsider dragon has his ears and eyes covered.

He knew about some of Yang Ji's previous crimes because he did not conceal any of them.

For example, in order to fight for land, he cut open someone's head and beat him to death.

Even though someone took the blame for him, the county magistrate didn't know about it at first and still had a filter for Yang Shiqi's son, but after a year or two, he finally figured it out.

But he really didn't know about the corpse pit.

He really didn't know, but the county lieutenant who was a local and Mr. Li who was secretly involved might not be unaware of it.

The county magistrate gave them some face by not inviting other officials to participate in the trial. He only asked the coroner and a clerk to be present.

Oh, and his master who disappeared for one night.

The lawyer took a day off yesterday and stayed with his wife all night. When he came back, the sky fell.

"What? A corpse pit appeared in Ji'an County, with more than ten bodies in it?"

"What? These corpses are related to Yang Ji?" "What——" The lawyer's voice was split: "The county lieutenant and Mr. Li are also involved in this matter!"

The county lieutenant and Mr. Li immediately explained: "No, we don't have it!"

The master's face turned pale, and he murmured, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter anymore, sir, such a terrible thing happened under your jurisdiction, this, this will ruin your career~~"

After one night, the county magistrate had calmed down and was able to calmly accept his future fate: "So Zishu should make plans early. After this case is over, you can leave."

The master cried: "County Master!"

As a staff member, choosing the right master is like a bird choosing a tree to build a nest. You may only choose once in your life.

He selected this county magistrate from among more than a hundred Jinshi (imperial examination candidates) with greater care and caution than he had in choosing his wife.

The two of them had just survived a major crisis and found a strong partner. When their future was looking bright, the sky fell!
How can the master be willing?

This was ten times more sad than when he failed the provincial examination.

The lawyer hugged the county magistrate and cried loudly.

It was the first time that Pan Jun saw a grown man crying so sadly, with tears and snot flowing together.

She really couldn't bear it and tried to go up to comfort him several times, but she couldn't get a word in.

Li Wenying said, "Don't comfort him, just let him cry. The county magistrate just wants to save face, otherwise he would have cried loudly yesterday."

Pan Yun: "You are a grown man, why are you crying?"

"Years of hard work were destroyed in an instant. Imagine that you have spent so much effort and worked so hard for so many years, finally rising from no martial arts to the first marquis. But then a disaster strikes, and you suddenly fall from the first marquis to a state where you don't even have martial arts skills. What will you do?"

Pan Yun's eyes suddenly turned red.

Li Wenying didn't notice and continued to sigh: "Men don't shed tears easily, but they just haven't reached the point of being sad."

"I understand." Pan Jun said heavily.

"What?" Li Wenying looked at her in surprise: "You understand?"

Pan Jun nodded heavily, looking straight at Pan Xiaohei who was hiding in the corner of the room: "I understand too well!"

Because she has experienced it!

More than 20 years of hard work disappeared in an instant. In her previous life, she was almost at the level of a second marquis. The little money she had saved for many years suddenly returned to her infancy and she really had to start from scratch.

It doesn’t matter. The key point is that she has experienced eight years and can’t start over no matter how hard she tries.

When Pan Yun looked at her master again, she felt very empathetic towards him.

Fortunately, those who can be legal advisors have some brains and can still control their emotions.

He soon stopped crying, wiped his tears and asked solemnly: "How does the county lord want to deal with this matter?"

"This may be the last case I handle before I leave office, so no matter who is involved in this case, I will arrest them and bring them to justice!" said the county magistrate angrily.

The master clasped his fists with a serious face and answered loudly: "Yes! Zishu will definitely help the county lord to handle this case and live up to your expectations!"

The county magistrate pointed in the direction of the autopsy room and said, "Don't let them down!"

Master, please agree!

After hearing this, Pan Yun moved closer to Master Li and asked in a low voice, "What is the name of this county magistrate?"

Master Li: "...Wu Zhihong, from Zhending."

Pan Yun sighed: "There are so many heroes in Hebei~~"

Mr. Li: ...

Master Li lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Haven't you always looked down on him?"

"Nonsense," Pan Yun said seriously, "I have always respected the county magistrate..."

Young Master Li snorted, "From yesterday to last night, you did a lot of scaring. I see that the way you look at him is the same as my father's."

"That was me yesterday looking at the county magistrate of yesterday, and I am me today, and the county magistrate is still the county magistrate of today." Pan Yun poked him and asked, "By the way, will your father confess?"

Master Li said nothing and ignored her.

Under the gazes of the crowd, Master Li's face was covered in cold sweat. The master threatened him first: "Master Li, our master's career is about to be ruined. If you still keep silent, we will not be so polite."

Then he comforted him in a gentle voice: "Master Li, those people hid the body in the mountain near your home. Everyone knows what they were planning. They don't care about your life or death, so why do you care about theirs?"

The county magistrate snorted and said, "You are afraid that they will retaliate against your Li family, but aren't you afraid of this county?"

Mr. Li quickly shook his head and said no.

"Do you think they will let the Li family go if you don't tell them?" The county magistrate said, "They used to be so good to Yang Ji. Yang Ji often used the power of the Yang family to help them. But when Yang Ji lost power, how many people came to help him? There were many people who took advantage of his misfortune. Do you think you have given them more than Yang Ji did?"

Mr. Li thought to himself: Of course I didn’t give them as much as Yang Ji did, but I didn’t ask for anything from them like Yang Ji did~~
However, Mr. Li was not sure that if he really kept silent, those people would let the Li family go.

Just as Pan Yun said, those people have evil hearts. If you can't be sure that you can let the Li family go, it's better to take them down one by one. Everyone will fall from power together, and the Li family will be safer.

Moreover, there are those wronged souls.

He was also afraid of those wronged souls.

So, Mr. Li gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, lowered his head and confessed everything.

"Your Excellency, I really did not participate in this matter. I, I don't know the details and have never participated in it."

The county magistrate asked in a deep voice: "Then how did you know about this corpse pit?"

"It was about nine years ago. I was checking accounts in the county. It was dark when I left the city. As a result, the wheel of my car broke when we got to the foot of the mountain. The car fell into the woods. I was not hurt at the time, but I was scared."

"I was sitting in the woods with the driver to catch my breath. Just then, someone drove a car over. We heard the sound and were about to go forward to help, but we saw them stop not far away and take a body off the car."

When everyone heard this, they held their breath.

Master Li recalled the thrilling experience that night and swallowed his saliva. "It was dim at night, but I still saw it. It was a woman with long hair wrapped in a straw mat. Her exposed shoulders and arms were white and had many bloodstains. She looked naked."

"It was obvious that this was a murder. There were three of them, and they looked very tall and strong. The driver and I were terrified and didn't dare to say a word."

The county magistrate was so angry that he slammed the gavel and said angrily: "You didn't dare to say anything at the time, why didn't you report it to the authorities afterwards? If you had reported it to the authorities, you could have prevented so many people from being killed later!"

The county magistrate was so angry that he walked around in circles in the hall: "Nine years, nine years, I wonder how many people have been killed in these nine years!?"

Mr. Li lowered his head and said nothing.

The county magistrate took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "Continue!"

Mr. Li said aggrievedly: "I recognized one of them at the time. He was someone close to Yang Ji. How dare I report to the police?" (End of this chapter)