The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 7: Resurrecting a Soul from a Borrowed Corpse
The next day, it was early in the morning.

Before the prefect of Daming Prefecture had even gotten out of bed, his subordinates knocked on his door.

Today, he's in big trouble.

That murderer is incredibly arrogant!

He actually committed the crime in the night watch cell of the prison!

Why should he be placed at the head of this prefecture?

Furthermore, he killed seven people!
That's seven lives!

It's not some random cat or dog.

What alarmed him most was:

Even the most experienced coroner.

After examining the bodies of the seven prison guards, no one could determine what the murderer used as the murder weapon!
Such neat and meticulous wounds, without any signs of fighting, were unheard of in his more than twenty years as an official.

All the yamen runners came out.

They thoroughly investigated the daily lives of these seven jailers.

They spent the whole day working, but didn't find a single useful clue.

They do have vices such as drinking, gambling, or visiting prostitutes.

There wasn't a single incident that escalated to the point of causing someone's death.

Preliminary judgment.

The murderer is either one of these people's colleagues or a prisoner in jail!

The thought of the latter sends a chill down people's spines.

During their working hours, the yamen runners and prison guards always went in groups.

He didn't even dare to go to the outhouse alone.

There are currently more than 800 prisoners in the prison of the Daming Prefecture government.

Judging from the iron locks hanging outside each cell, there was no sign that they had been forcibly opened.

Moreover, the cell is separated from the night watch room by several doors!
No clues could be found.

Adhering to the principle of "better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free," the prefect ordered his subordinates to conduct a thorough investigation.

Those on death row were the first to be affected.

The condemned prisoners never expected to be subjected to a brutal beating before their deaths.

Those strong and healthy male prisoners who had not yet been sentenced were beaten even more severely.

A complete set of torture instruments was included.

The guards' brutality really frightened quite a few people.

They all spat out their saliva one after another, confessing to their crimes without reservation.

The prefect looked distressed upon seeing their confessions.

Working overtime, working through the night.

It was time to interrogate the group of scholars from the Zuo family whose buttocks were bruised and sore, and who were still lying on the ground with fever.

The jailers were at a loss as to how to proceed.

How could a frail scholar who couldn't even get up kill seven young and strong jailers without anyone noticing?

Then there are the prison cells where the elderly and children are held.

He knew nothing when asked, and his face was full of confusion.

Let alone torture, just by sternly frowning and speaking in a fierce tone, they could flood you with water.

Room No. 7, Class A, was one of their suspected targets.

But this woman, who got herself into such a terrible state after getting into a group fight.

After being humiliated, the two failed even in their suicide attempts!

One was a pregnant woman who had almost lost her life.

Another young mistress, after being gang-raped, simply lay there dead.

Even if you add them all together, they wouldn't have the skill to kill seven people in a row, right?

With a murder case of this scale, there's no prison food to eat today!

There's no cold water either!
Your Excellency: Is the intention to let the murderer eat and drink his fill so that he has the strength to continue killing?

The murderer is hiding among these prisoners!
But we just can't find a reasonable suspect!

This made the officials in the government office seem exceptionally incompetent.

The worrying thing is that in two more nights, the 360 ​​members of the Zuo family will be on their way.

The specific date of exile had already been reported to the imperial court.

If he delays even for a day, he will be held accountable! In Gan Minglan's cell, everyone except her has not eaten a single grain of rice for two days and nights.

Yesterday's brawl took a lot of energy out of me.

They were all starving, clinging to the fence and groaning.

"Steamed buns, I want to eat steamed buns."

"Sir, please give me some water, my throat is parched."

"If you don't have steamed buns, a bowl of plain porridge will do!"

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Even Lu Shi, one of the three beauties, couldn't hold on to the corpse.

He took off his jewelry, hoping to exchange it for a hot meal!

Adults have slightly more patience.

Gan Minglan's four-year-old adopted son, Zuo Chijun (nicknamed Fatty), doesn't have that kind of stamina.

He leaned weakly against Mrs. Luo's knees, sucking his finger as he said:
"Grandma, actually that mixed grain steamed bun is quite delicious too. This time I promise I won't say it's too hard on my throat."

“My dearest granddaughter, once we get out of this awful place, I’ll make sure you eat your fill of steamed buns, along with the pork stew made by your maternal grandmother.”

"Slurp." Little Fatty's eyes widened when he heard about meat.

"Oh, my grandma's pork stew is still the best with rice! Fatty can eat three big bowls!"

Luo felt a pang of heartache as she listened to his slightly hoarse, childlike voice.

This child was a chubby little guy from the moment he was born.

During the postpartum period, the daughter-in-law is required to eat two large pig's trotters or half a chicken in one meal.

The breast milk is plentiful and of good quality.

My grandson was breastfed until he was one and a half years old.

After that, the family never lacked steamed egg custard and minced meat.

My child is already four years old, but still hasn't lost all the baby fat.

The backs of my hands and feet are so chubby they have little dimples.

My arms are like lotus root segments; I have to break them apart to clean them when I take a shower.

Who wouldn't praise how well she raises her children?

In just two days, my little darling's round face isn't so round anymore.

The grandfather and grandson barely managed to share one of the mixed grain steamed buns from yesterday.

You know, they won't even give us half a steamed bun today, but yesterday they would have at least hidden one away.

As people age, they become more susceptible to hunger, but their delicate livers can't withstand it.

I wonder where my son is locked up, and whether his health can withstand it.

Her son's current situation is actually not bad!
Zuo Wenkang hadn't expected this.

He was only thirty years old when he died, and then his body was resurrected.

It inherited the original owner's memories.

He felt that all the good luck he had accumulated in his life had been used up in this one.

His status as a concubine's husband was the greatest pain of his past life.

Despite being raised by her parents as their legal husband, she unexpectedly became the concubine of Prince Fengchao.

She served Prince Zhan with gentleness and tenderness for fifteen years.

The news of his opponent's martyrdom had barely reached Kyoto when he was forced to be buried alive with him!
The State of Bei is still the best!
The original owner of this body was not only her lawfully wedded husband, but also already had a chubby son.

Men here can have multiple wives and concubines, while women stay at home to support their husbands and raise their children!

The original owner's status as a scholar represented the most respected intellectuals of the time.

The Four Books and Five Classics in my memory are exactly the same as those in Fengchao.

It's just a reversal of male and female rights.

Last night, his high fever subsided after his cousin gave him a bowl of cold water.

The person is fine now.

However, they haven't yet decided how to greet this overwhelming wealth.

Whether or not one is exiled, it doesn't really matter.

Only a drastic change in circumstances could explain his dramatic change in temperament.

The original owner of this body was someone who didn't care about anything and only focused on studying the classics.

He can't do it!
Which man in charge doesn't worry about the household chores?
Which man with children doesn't devote most of his attention to his children?
He no longer dared to hope for his wife's favor in this lifetime.

As long as the other party treats him with enough respect and raises his own son, he can act like a patriarch.
(End of this chapter)