Chapter 506 Evidence Collection

In ancient times, the imperial court and the government would not talk to you about human rights at all, and there was the emperor's decree to cause trouble in the city on weekdays, and none of the playful idlers who fought and brawled were left behind, either they were captured on the street, or under the leadership of Fang Zheng, a group of military guards broke through and entered, and they were obediently tied up......

Now it is not for themselves, some bold people, one after another, came out to watch, saw that there is no one in their eyes on weekdays, bullying the market scoundrels, as if they are tied to fish, tied into a string by ropes, under the authority of the military guards, all of them hung their heads and walked slowly towards the government.

"Hmph, you also have today's ......"

"The sky has eyes, and retribution has finally come."

"You deserve it, it's better not to come back."

Beside them, everyone whispered, rejoicing, gloating, waiting for the military guards to escort these splashes away, some of the people who were deeply affected by it, hurriedly set off firecrackers to celebrate.

At the same time, the government prison was also overcrowded, and hundreds of suspects were added at once, and they were interrogated one by one, not knowing when the trial would be completed, and even if a confession was recorded, it was necessary to carefully check whether it was true or false, and before that, it was definitely not possible to release people.

This is a complicated job, and it can't be completed for a while, so I can only grieve those scoundrels, like squeezing cabbage, piled up in a narrow prison, not to mention lying and sitting, being able to stand is already a very comfortable thing, not to mention, the air is dirty, the stench is all day long, and so on.

Naturally, they couldn't stand this kind of treatment, or they scolded and cursed, they were angry, or they cried for their fathers and mothers, and they cried bitterly, and for a while, the prison was noisy and noisy, and it was very lively, and it became more and more intense, and they were almost about to riot and escape from prison, but unfortunately in the face of powerful violent organs, all reactionary acts were just paper tigers.

In the vigorous noise, the prison mén opened, and in the dim and deep prison, a rare light was ushered in, a little hazy and unique, but what everyone cared about was that with the opening of the prison mén, the cool air outside rushed in, and the turbid atmosphere inside was clear, which was exciting.

However, without waiting for them to reminisce, Si Bing joined the army with a hideous smile on his face, holding a wooden stick with a bowl mouth in his hand, and behind him was a group of sturdy and sturdy prison officials, like him, holding sticks and wooden boards and the like, after coming in, there was no nonsense, and there was no need to look closely, facing the shouting scoundrels, it was a slamming blow to the head and covering the face.

Suppression, bloody suppression, very cruel and ruthless, no matter how the scoundrel cried bitterly, screamed and wailed, the soldiers joined the army and a group of subordinates, but there was no softness in the slightest, until the prison was full of mourning, bright red bloodstains, stained with xiong plackets, the soldiers joined the army before they ordered to stop, snorted with a cold face, and left.

After that, there was naturally a government servant to deal with the aftermath, in fact, the situation of mourning everywhere just seemed to be tragic, in fact, whether it was the person who was beaten or the person who was beaten, he was very experienced, and it did not cause any serious consequences at all.

Not to mention beating people, as Jing Ying among the prison officials, her business is naturally Jing Zhan, and the simple and crude criminal law can no longer satisfy their pursuit, so they turn to study the technique of beating people without death, laying the foundation for the famous ten tortures of the Manchu Dynasty after a thousand years.

As for those scoundrels who have been beaten, they have become accustomed to nature, their skin is itchy, they don't fight for three days, they go to the house to uncover the tiles, they have already exercised, their skin is thick and thick, and they are clever, they fall down when they are hit by a stick, and even the stick bāng is not close, and they immediately fall to the ground, holding their arms and howling miserably, rolling all over the ground......

Therefore, before the soldiers joined the army and left, someone patted the dust and got up, as if nothing happened.

All kinds of situations, everyone knows in their hearts, and they have not exposed the point of breaking, only those Leng Tou Qing, not long after their debut, hun for a few days, lack of experience, only to stand still in a daze, let others beat all over the body, this is also a necessary stage of life, do not eat a trench, how can you grow a wisdom, and learn to be smart in the future.

The prison is built in a high wall, no matter how loud the wailing sound, it can't be transmitted to the signing room, when facing the henchmen who rely on him, Jing Zhaoyin did not show full confidence, but was full of sorrow, he knew in his heart that this city-wide search and arrest would not have much effect, and the reason why there was such a big disturbance was nothing more than to prove to the emperor and the court officials that the government was not eating dry food, and attached great importance to this matter.

However, no matter how big the movement is, it will not help the case, and it will be useless, Jing Zhaoyin said frankly, and said softly: "You can solve the case and capture the thief, calm the wind, the government is up and down, only you." ”

The soldier died as a confidant, and the blood of the judiciary in the army was boiling, and he forcibly said: "I will live up to the trust of the government Yin." ”

"Okay, good ......" Jing Zhaoyin smiled with relief, comforted a few words, got back to business, and said solemnly: "You went to investigate the scene, what clues did you find?" ”

The judicial army hesitated, and said in a loud voice: "Fu Yin, the lower officials feel that these things are not as simple as plundering money......

Jing Zhaoyin frowned, rubbed his forehead, pondered for a moment, and asked softly, "Is there any evidence?" ”

"No, it's just speculation, but ......" the judiciary wanted to explain.

Jing Zhaoyin stretched out his hand to stop it, shook his head lightly, and said in a harmonious voice: "If there is no conclusive evidence, don't speculate, just like this, you go to Dali Temple to inquire about the situation and find useful clues." ”

"Xia Guan understands." The judicial army hurriedly responded and left.

Jing Zhaoyin smiled, gradually, the smile faded, sighed slightly, and muttered to himself: "Attack and kill, those splashes don't have such guts......"

Chang'an City sāoluàn for a long time, after knowing what was going on, the people quickly returned to normal, the judicial army rode slowly on the street, seeing the sky with thin clouds and a sunny scene, but the mood was not cheerful, only felt that the air was full of yin haze, faint clouds kept accumulating, and another snowstorm was coming.

Dali Temple is located near the imperial city, and there is a prison in charge of the state of prison, which is the so-called heavenly prison, where political prisoners are held, or places where serious offenders are sentenced, and they generally go in, either easily leave, or it is difficult to come out.

The few people who went to inquire about the judicial army this time belonged to the category that was difficult to come out, pounding luàn in the women's garden, let Han Rui design, Ruyi led the East Palace military guards to do it, and they were dying and thrown into the prison, it stands to reason that unless they encounter an amnesty from the imperial court, they should spend the rest of their lives in prison, how could they run out and participate in this matter.

Of course, at this time, the judicial army has not yet understood the specific situation, naturally there will be no such sleep, come to the Dali Temple, the rules handed over the stickers, ask to see a good relationship with the Dali Temple, soon got the reply to the scribe under the invitation, came to the Dali Temple Cheng's office.

After a polite greeting, Dali Sicheng was also a cheerful person, and said with a smile: "Brother, Jingzhao Mansion is not lively at the moment, why do you have time to come to me to play?" ”

"Brother, why bother laughing, it's good if you're really in the mood to play." The judicial officer smiled with indescribable bitterness, and sighed lightly: "This kind of excitement, don't do it, brother, I really can't afford it." ”

Dali Temple smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, I can't stand it, there are also tall people, if you really want to ask the teacher, it won't be your turn to join the army, it's really not good, take off your hat and go home to rest for a few days, and wait until the wind passes, come to Dali Temple to help me." ”

"Brother's kindness, brother xiǎo thank you first." The judicial army said that he did not categorically refuse, and if there was a case, there would be a way back.

"You and my brother, don't say more kind words." Waving his hand slightly, Dali Temple Cheng asked, "What are you here for?" ”

"Business." The judicial officer took out a few portraits and said softly: "Brother, these guys are the thieves of the big case, someone reported that some time ago, they stayed in the prison, this time the brother rashly visited, it was to ask the elder brother for help, to borrow their files. ”

"Simple." Dali Temple Cheng was really refreshed, and immediately asked, "What are their names?" What did you commit, and when was you put in prison? ”

"Brother." The judicial officer smiled bitterly: "If I knew, I wouldn't have come to you to inquire." ”

"Hehe, too." Dali Temple Cheng thought for a while, and summoned the scribe and said, "The prison is here, let them come." ”

The scribe went in response, and after a while, the two prison officials hurriedly came to meet the Dali Temple, and when they heard the matter that the judicial army wanted to inquire about, they looked at each other, but they felt a little embarrassed, not that they were unwilling to help, but mainly because there were many prisoners in the prison, and they could not recognize them all, so they naturally couldn't call up the files.

"It's urgent, it's very important." The judicial officer said with a little apology: "Trouble the two, help find a way......"

"This matter is for His Majesty Jiāo to stay." Dali Sicheng also put pressure on the side and said: "If you think about it carefully, you should have some impressions." ”

The pressure of Dali Temple Cheng was already heavy enough, and with the addition of the emperor, it was like Mount Tai, which crushed the two of them at once, and everyone was brought out, and the two prison men were no exception, and they were in a hurry, and hurriedly said: "Sicheng, judge, isn't there a portrait, the jailer who finished reading it should recognize ......"

"It makes sense." Dali Temple nodded.

At the moment, he didn't delay his efforts, and took the judiciary to join the army, and the two prison guards went to the prison to find the jailer to identify them.

There are more than a hundred jailers, among whom there are always some Jing fine people, and those splashes come in horizontally, covered in blood, and their appearance is very miserable, the time is not long, and they are deeply impressed, naturally there are jailers who remember clearly, with their help, then the matter of chou transferring the files of a few people is relatively simple.

Soon, the file was placed in front of the judicial army, blowing off the dust, xiǎo looked through it with his heart, and at the same time picked up a pen and took a piece of paper to transcribe it, his name, place of origin, and why he was imprisoned...... Seeing the words of the East Palace military guard, the wrist of the judicial officer trembled, and a drop of thick ink fell silently, and was instantly rendered on the snow-white paper.

Dali Sicheng noticed his abnormality and asked strangely, "Brother, what's wrong?" ”

"It's okay......" The judicial army was flustered and subconsciously covered the file.

bk 2k reading net