Water Margin: My 108 Heroes Come from All Heavens

"???"

What makes you so arrogant, a mere security guard?!

Liang Shan laughed in anger.

However, he did not react immediately, but secretly memorized his appearance.

My buddy just arrived.

I'm not going to argue with you.

Once I've gained my footing, I'll make you wear those little shoes until your feet cramp up!

Then.

He entered through the gate and walked along the bluestone path.

The Dali Temple was larger than he had imagined.

Flying eaves and brackets.

Carved beams and painted rafters.

A plaque inscribed with "A Clear Mirror Hangs High" hangs under the corridor.

After passing through three courtyards and around a huge stone tablet, we finally arrived at the office of the judge, the Judicial Office.

This is a spacious hall.

In the center stood a huge black lacquered desk, piled high with files, stacked up to two feet high.

Several people were sitting behind the desk.

He was engrossed in reviewing documents when he heard footsteps and looked up.

"Who are you……"

The eldest man put down his pen. He was in his fifties, with a thin face, and wore a blue official robe with egret patterns embroidered on his chest. His rank was clearly higher than that of Liangshan.

"This humble official is from Liangshan, the newly appointed Assistant Judge of the Court of Judicial Review, reporting for duty today."

Liang Shan bowed respectfully, adopting a humble posture to avoid being retaliated against by the other party.

He's not like that clueless kid at the door.

They have a deep understanding of workplace dynamics.

When it's time to bow your head, you should bow your head.

"Oh? You're the one who's neither meat nor vegetables...?"

The old man, realizing his words were inappropriate, coughed and said, "My surname is Han, and I am the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review. You can just call me Vice Minister Han."

"I have met Han Shaoqing."

Liang Shan bowed respectfully.

Shaoqing.

He was a third-rank official, the third-in-command of the Court of Judicial Review.

He is his superior, the ...

"You were previously the county magistrate of Kaifeng, in charge of apprehending thieves. Did you handle any cases?"

Han Shaoqing looked him up and down a few times, then suddenly asked.

"no."

Liang Shan answered honestly.

He was just the head of the county public security bureau, whose job was to maintain order and make arrests, while the county magistrate was in charge of all the case-handling.

"Have you ever read the law?"

Han Shaoqing frowned.

"Do you know what the Chief Justice of the Court of Judicial Review does?"

"The one who solves cases."

Han Shaoqing's lips twitched a few times, and his first impression of Liangshan plummeted.

The Ministry of Personnel must be wondering what they were thinking.

How could they possibly put such a scoundrel who has never even read the law or tried a case into the Dali Temple? Isn't that just making things worse?

He suppressed the helplessness in his heart.

He pointed to a young man in his early twenties with a reserved expression beside the desk: "This is Su Wen, the judge of Dali, who is in charge of organizing case files. You've just started, so follow him to familiarize yourself with the work and take a look at the backlog of cases."

"This humble official greets Liang Duancheng."

Su Wen quickly stood up and bowed, a hint of barely perceptible curiosity on his face.

Liang Shan returned the greeting with clasped hands.

He was also sizing up the other person, a judge in Dali, an eighth-rank official, one rank lower than himself.

soon.

Su Wen then brought over a stack of files.

Liang Shan saw this.

His face instantly fell.

This isn't just a stack, it's a small mountain!

Stacked up, they were taller than Su Wenren. They were tied in three bundles with hemp rope, and when they were moved over, they almost made a hole in the ground.

"Liang Duancheng, these are the cases that have piled up over the past three months, a total of 327."

Su Wen wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"So many cases in just three months?"

The secret passage to Liangshan is in trouble.

This definitely looks like we'll be working overtime.

He used to slack off every day at the Kaifeng County Government Office, but now he's being transferred to a new position? Does that mean he'll have to work overtime on his very first day?

"The Dali Temple is short-staffed. Since the sudden death of the previous judge, these cases have been piling up and no one has been able to try them."

Su Wen smiled bitterly, his tone filled with unbearable bitterness.

"???"

Liang Shan's heart skipped a beat as he keenly spotted the blind spot.

The newly appointed judge...

sudden death?

Could he have died from overwork?

He took a deep breath.

He opened the top file and examined it carefully.

It's just a name.

His eyelids started twitching uncontrollably, and his blood pressure rose slightly.

The case of Old Man Wang from the East of the City suing his hen for not laying eggs.

The case is as its name suggests.

very simple.

Old Wang from the east of the city discovered half a month ago that his old hen had stopped laying eggs. Suspecting something was wrong, he went to the Dali Temple to report the case.

"Who the hell filed this case? Isn't this a waste of public resources?!"

Several black lines appeared on his forehead, and he couldn't help but curse.

"It is indeed your humble servant."

Su Wen looked at him, and asked in surprise, "What does 'brain-dead' mean?"

"Well……"

Liang Shan realized that the person in question was actually right there.

Su Wen served as a judge.

His usual duties included organizing case files, assisting in case filing, and submitting them to the judge for trial.

"Brain-damaged" means someone with exceptionally high intelligence who is almost disabled; it's a compliment.

Liang Shan remained unfazed and casually tossed the "Case of the Hen That Doesn't Lay Eggs" aside.

Su Wen looked flattered and surprised.

He quickly cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you for the compliment, Liang Duancheng!"

Liang Shan: "..."

Voila.

Even if we scold him, he'll still thank us.

He took a deep breath and continued reading the next file.

The case of Zhao, the butcher in the north of the city, who claimed his pork was sentient and disturbed the peace by singing at midnight.

"???"

Undeterred, he continued scrolling down.

The case of Widow Li from the South of the City accusing her neighbor's dog of flirting with her.

The case of Zhang the blacksmith from East Street claiming his hammer had become a spirit and hammered iron every morning, causing him to lose his job.

The pancake seller on South Street sued the pear seller next door, saying that his pears were too sweet, causing his wife to stay away from home every day.

Liang Shan's hands were turning over the case files more and more slowly.

His expression shifted from shock to bewilderment, and from bewilderment to numbness.

All cases.

None of them are normal.

Each one is more outrageous than the last.

"Judge Su, these cases...were all filed by you?"

He swallowed hard and looked up at Su Wen.

"Exactly."

Su Wen nodded, very proudly saying, "I personally registered and compiled every single case; I absolutely did not delegate the task to anyone else!"

Liang Shan: "..."

He finally knew how the former Duan Cheng had died.

unknown.

I thought Su Wen had a grudge against the former Duan Cheng.

All of these mountain of cases were handled by the conscientious and responsible Su Wen.

"actually……"

He thought for a moment and then gently reminded you, "When you file cases in the future, there's no need to file some outrageous ones."

"How could this be!"

Su Wen, with a serious expression, said righteously, "When people come to report a case, there must be a grievance. How can our Dali Temple refuse to file a case just because it seems bizarre? Wouldn't that discourage the people?"

Liang Shan opened his mouth.

For a moment, they were speechless.

Was it just his imagination? He felt like the other person was glowing.

"You haven't finished reading half of the cases yet."

Su Wen pointed to the case file and earnestly reminded him.

Liang Shan sighed.

He pulled out another file, thinking it was just some trivial matter from an ordinary citizen, but when he opened it, his expression changed instantly.

The Shadow Case in the West of the City

The case file records this.

The tofu shop owner's son, only eight years old, was kidnapped by a dark figure while playing in his yard late at night three days ago.

The neighbors only heard a piercing scream.

When everyone arrived, all that was left was a pool of black, foul-smelling blood, with not even a bone fragment left.

The authorities investigated for three days.

Got nothing.

The only recourse is to report it to the Dali Temple.