It was still early, and the door of the state government was not opened.

There are a total of nine heads placed on the steps, or staring, or gritting teeth, one by one horizontal flesh and eyebrows, unkempt hair, just by looking at the appearance you know that it is not a good type, the blood that has been coagulated is colorful and sticky to the dough, but also adds a bit of hideousness to these palpitating heads, where do ordinary people dare to approach, some good people watch from a distance, pointing and talking about each other.

Hezhou is located in the hinterland of Shuzhong, since the Kaixi period to make Wu Xi rebel, there has not been such a major murder here for a long time, it has always been very peaceful, ordinary people rarely kill people, the ruffians and gangsters fight and bleed and injured the most, there has never been a bad act of sending people to the street, and it is sent to the door of the yamen.

Isn't this a blatant provocation of the imperial court?

A few messengers hurriedly opened the door, shouted and shouted, drove away the idlers who were watching the bustle, wrapped the heads with cloth, and took them in.

The large and small characters of the state government gathered in the lobby, and the people in the Shizhao County government were also invited, and Wang Xuejin and other cadres were also like everyone else, standing in it with untidy clothes and uneven shoes and socks, their eyes were not wiped, and their faces were probably not washed, looking confused.

"What's the matter? Lord Zhizhou called us here so early and let us in through the back door, is there something wrong? Wang Xuejin asked the county lieutenant who was standing beside him yawning.

The county lieutenant has just been called from his bed, how do you know? Mmmmmmmm

The Taishi chair behind the desk in the lobby was empty, Zhizhou didn't come, everyone was like headless flies, misty and misty, singing hello to each other, and then guessing to each other what made the grandmaster Dao get up and toss early in the morning without sleeping.

When the nine bloodstained cloth bags were brought in and placed in the middle of the hall, everyone's eyes were straight.

Before I even ate breakfast, I saw such a heavy taste, and the bloody smell rushed straight to the mouth and nose, everyone was stunned, their faces turned pale, and some people took a few steps back, and shrank back in shock and fear.

Some cloth bags were opened, and the heads of the people were round and exposed, and the nine heads were lined up, placed there like a string of sugar gourds, which would be afraid of everyone.

"Where's the big case?"

"I don't know, wasn't the assassin the day before yesterday already ambushed? Where did these dead heads come from? ”

"Lord Zhizhou called us here, did he just let us see this?"

"This ...... Who are these dead people? ”

The officials talked a lot, and some of them were bold, and after a look, their faces became whiter, and they turned back and said a few words to everyone, and suddenly the sound of gasping cold air sounded one after another.

"Well God, the hall master of the Well God Gang?"

"There are also a few incense masters, principals, and the big bosses near Hezhou are here!"

"You read that right? The head is defaced, you're afraid you're wrong! ”

"It's not wrong, Ren Lao Wu, this guy dominates half of the county's private salt stack in Tongliang County, how could I be wrong? It had to be him! ”

"Indeed, I recognize Li Mingyu, the hall master of the Jingshen Gang, a few years ago, I had a face-to-face with him, a very powerful character, a simple knife made the windmill as fierce, and the salt Ding was injured more than a dozen and couldn't get close, and he looked at him in a big way, well, it's the bald head, it's him!"

"Cut off so many heads in one go...... Lord Zhizhou, this is going to play with your life? ”

"I heard that Ambassador Li was very angry and scolded Zong Zhizhou, probably Lord Zhizhou was forced to be anxious."

"No matter how fierce Ambassador Li is, he won't harm Lord Zhizhou's life, right? This Jingshen Gang can, everyone, Zong Zhizhou has gambled his net worth and life this time! ”

"Looks like something big is going to happen!"

"Silence, silence! Lord Zhizhou is here! ”

When the officials whispered and bit their ears with a white face, Grandmaster Dao walked in wearing a scribe's uniform with two dark circles under his eyes, but his face was even darker.

He walked in front of everyone with an expressionless face, and everyone bowed down to salute, and the hall was suddenly silent.

Grandmaster Dao showed his hand this time, I didn't feel that he was so bold before, this is going to fight with the Jingshen Gang.

This kind of fierce man, everyone admires, of course, it is spiritual admiration.

Grandmaster Dao sat behind the desk and glanced at the audience, no one made a sound, and the hall was silent as if no one was there.

His gaze swept over each person's face, slowly moving, and finally moved to the nine heads underground, Grandmaster Dao's eyelids jumped, and his face became even darker, almost turning purple.

"Tell me, who did it?"

He slapped the table, startling everyone, and then asked a tired question.

The officials looked at each other, and naturally no one recognized each other, but they were all wondering in their minds: what do you mean by this? Didn't Lord Zhizhou do it?

"As soon as it dawned this morning, these nine heads were placed at the door." Grandmaster Dao tried to suppress the fear and hatred in his heart, and disguised his tone as usual: "Which adult is so capable? Stand up! ”

His tone, strong on the outside and dry in the middle, fools can hear that he is not trying to praise people, everyone bows their heads and does not say a word.

"Smack!"

The shocking wood was about to fly out of the Grandmaster Dao's hand, and the sound on the desk of Huanghuali Mu was crisp and moving, shocking everyone to raise their heads.

"No one admits it?" The Grandmaster was furious: "These are the people of the Jingshen Gang! You all know that they were killed alive, if it wasn't done by someone in the government, who would have the ability to kill them overnight? ”

Everyone's heads went down again.

Grandmaster Dao carefully watched everyone's reactions, slowed down his tone, and said: "I know that the assassination of Ambassador Li is a very important matter, and some of you are eager to solve the case and take ruthless actions, which is all good." Sooner or later, Ambassador Li will rise to the momentum of thunder and break it in one fell swoop, and the scum of the small rivers and lakes will not only have no fault but merit in killing, so there is no need to hide the merit, stand up. ”

He looked at the people in the hall eagerly, hoping that the scapegoat would stand up quickly.

The truth disappointed him, and no one answered.

The county lieutenants, the chief bookkeepers, the priests, the heads of the squads, and the heads of all the squads stood below, all of them with their mouths shut as if they had been spelled, as if someone had gagged their throats.

The green tendons on Grandmaster Dao's forehead gradually burst out, and he was a little disappointed, if it was really not done by the people below, it would be over.

The strength of the Jingshen Gang is well known to women and children in the four roads of the Sichuan Gorge, and he is the governor of a state, and he knows that this gang itself is a bloody start, and there are many ruthless characters in it, and they act in a low-key manner on weekdays, and they are not bullied, so that people can not feel their existence, and from time to time they also build roads and bridges, help the poor and help the weak, and win the favor of a large number of low-rise pavilions, and there are 100,000 people who join its gang, and they are also respectful to the people in the government.

But if someone wants to touch their private salt business, these people can kill your whole family, chickens and dogs will not be left, no matter how big the official is, it is nothing in their eyes, and after a hundred years of reproduction, the Jingshen Gang has already become a forest like a big tree, enough to cover the sky.

Therefore, private salt is banned every year, but the more it is banned, the more it is banned, and the more it is banned, the more rampant it becomes.

It's profitable, and it's profitable.

If this is the case, Grandmaster Dao can also fight, Hezhou is far away from Fushun Prison, and the Jingshen Gang's power here is weaker, and the strength of the whole state can deal with a local gang, and Grandmaster Dao can also deal with it if he can do something.

However, behind the Jingshen Gang, there is still a god standing.

The Grandmaster's head was about to explode, and looking at the quail-like subordinate officials below, he was angry, lucky, and he immediately wanted to flip the table.

At this moment, Shizhao County Commander Wang Xuejin raised his head and said a word to him.

(End of chapter)