Pastoral Trifles: The Poor Girl Turns Over

Chapter 410 Counterattack 2
Sima Fu couldn't turn his head around Song Fanhua, so the master asked again: "Then this grass must not be the last day!"

Song Fanhua was even more angry, must the uncle confess the crime? Song Fanhua looked at the master angrily, and said coldly: "The master remembers the heavy rain in the middle of the night five days ago.

The roof of the flower garden is specially made, which is not as thick and strong as that of ordinary people. It is only made for shelter from the wind and rain. However, in the case of heavy rain, the roof of the flower garden will leak, and almost every place has varying degrees. The first water seepage is that my uncle's room has a roof that has been done a long time ago, and it will drip slightly when it rains heavily, so there is nothing in that room except for rest.

I would like to ask everyone, it is normal that the poisonous weed bag placed on the beam of the house has not rotted after being eroded by the rain, but some people think that the rain did not fall on the paper bag by coincidence, but the rain was so heavy that day that the house It is impossible for the beam to have no rain at all. How can the flow of rainwater not affect the poisonous weed bag placed on it at all? As long as a drop of rain falls into the poisonous weed bag, then the poisonous weed will not shrink like this grass when the flowerbed is wet. , It should be rotten!So this grass could not have been placed on the beam six days ago, and it took at most four days to put it on. My uncle had already been in prison at that time, so it was impossible to complete it. "

Sima Fu was left speechless by Song Fanhua's remarks, and it took him a while to respond, "What you said is all your own deduction, and there is no evidence, so it doesn't count!"

"My lord, if you don't believe me, you can put a poisonous weed bag with a drop of water on the beam of the house for six days and try it out, and you'll know everything!" Song Fanhua said in a deep voice, at least this would give Song Chengxun more opportunities.

The common people watching the bustle outside the courtroom whispered to each other, Sima Fu looked at Song Fanhua coldly, and only sighed that he underestimated Song Fanhua, thinking he was just a good-for-nothing who could read, but he did not expect to be so thoughtful.

He even found an opportunity to delay the time.

"Lord County Magistrate, since there are still doubts about the physical evidence, please investigate clearly!" Song Fanhua knelt on the ground, causing the people outside to discuss more lively.

But Sima Fu will leave this opportunity there, but now seeing the people talking, if Song Chengxun is rather sentenced to death, then how can he convince the people.

"Okay, this matter still needs to be investigated, first suppress the traffickers, and get out!" Sima Fu stood up with a cold face, and did not agree to Song Fanhua's request.

Song Fanhua wanted to catch up, but after thinking about it, he finally gave up the idea. If he was willing to be fair, how could today's situation happen.

Seeing Song Chengxun being pushed down by the yamen servants, Song Fanhua stood in the lobby without moving a step, but his heart shivered coldly.

But at this moment, Cheng Huan, who was staying in the prison and thought she would go to court today anyway, learned about the situation in the hall from Xiao Jiu's mouth, and couldn't help but applaud Song Fanhua.

That old thing must have been calculating for a long time before he came up with such an idea, and Brother Fanhua broke it without thinking of a few words.

Cheng Huan looked at Xiao Jiu, and asked while eating the chicken leg, "Xiao Jiu, do you think Sima Fu is scratching the wall in anger now?"

"It's about the same. My friend said that his superiors put pressure on him and told him to solve the case within seven days. It's still five days away!" Xiao Jiu also took out one and took a bite.

(End of this chapter)