The maid servants either beat their chests and pretended to cry, or they ran to inform the master and the young master, and some ran to Ying Tianfu to report to the official, and it became a pot of porridge.

The housekeeper with triangular eyes recognized the words, and was driven by curiosity to pick up the two pieces of paper on the ground and look at them, and the beads of sweat rolled down the corners of his forehead, and he quickly took advantage of the fact that people were not paying attention and quietly put them into his arms.

Qin Lin saw everything in his eyes, and didn't break him, but just quietly covered this person with the corner of his eye, not telling him to leave his sight.

Wang Bengu's old wife lived in his hometown with his son, and here were some relatives who accompanied him, and when he heard that the old man who was regarded as a towering tree died suddenly, he ran into the hall crying one by one, although the voice was loud, but he did not shed a few tears - I am afraid that they were all worried that the big tree would collapse violently, and everyone would have to fall and scatter in the future!

A few hao slaves wiped their eyes and pretended to cry, while identifying the relatives of the master who also pretended to cry: "Uncle and nephew, it is this Qin chief of the Jinyi Guard, who beat the master last time, and this time he didn't know how to humiliate him, so he forced the master to hang himself!" ”

The uncle and nephew immediately became angry with the enemy, surrounded them violently, and shouted at Qin Lin: "Jinyi Wei is amazing? If I force my master to death, I will go to Beijing with you to sue the royal court......"

"Lang Lang Bai said, Zhan Zhan Qingtian, actually forced the second grade Dutang master to death, is there any royal law?"

Qin Lin's face was full of innocence, and his hands were spread: "I heard it just now, Wang Dutang's heart is like ashes, but the official has been persuading him to look away, and finally the official took his leave, he closed the door from the inside, and he couldn't think of hanging himself to find a short view, how can he blame the official?" ”

"No way," the relatives were skeptical, and asked the slaves and maids, "Is there such a thing?" Who believes that this person surnamed Qin can be kind? ”

Although Qin Lin's tone was not very nice just now, he was indeed persuading Wang Bengu to open a point, the matter was so important, naturally no one dared to lie to his face, seven or eight of the more than ten maid ring slaves hesitated, and three or four people nodded slowly.

What's going on? The nephews and uncles looked at Qin Lin, if they believe it, how could the surnamed Qin be so kind? Don't believe it, the performance of the slave of Yahuan proves everything.

Everyone was struggling, and there was a hurried sound of gongs on the street, and they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that Ying Tianfu Yin was here, and the official had to do the things on the official side.

Wang Shizhen's face was dark, and her expression was exactly the same as if she had just climbed out of the pit, and when she saw that Qin Lin was also here, she reluctantly smiled and arched her hand.

"Wang Fu Yin, administer justice for my lord~~" Uncle Taigong greeted him with a crying voice, he was a hardcore ticket holder of the Southern Opera team, and at the end of this shout, the smell of the water mill cavity was dragged out.

The young nephew pounced and knelt on the ground: "My second uncle died unjustly, it must have been the threat and humiliation of this surnamed Qin that forced him to hang himself......"

Wang Shizhen's eyes suddenly widened, and he said in surprise: "What, what did you say?" Wang Dutang hanged himself? ”

"If you say that, maybe it's this surname Qin who committed murder," the voices of the uncle and nephew both lowered, obviously not confident, but they didn't let go of Qin Lin in their mouths.

Whew, Wang Shizhen let out a long breath, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from the corners of her forehead, and her expression became much more relaxed.

The servant who reported the case to Wang Bengu's family just now didn't make it clear, only said that Master Dutang died unexpectedly, because there was a night thief a while ago, saying that it was the Japanese who wanted to seek revenge on the old man, so Wang Shizhen had a preconceived idea, and the first thing he thought was that the Japanese had slaughtered Wang Bengu.

The case of the murder of the master of Zheng'er Pindutang on the ground under his jurisdiction is appalling enough, Wang Shizhen's Ying Tianfu is definitely the end, because he has been complaining about the heavens and people all the way, sighing that his official fortune is bumpy.

Suddenly heard that Wang Bengu was looking for a short sight by hanging, Wang Shizhen suddenly felt that the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed: it didn't matter if he was forced to die by Qin Lin, in short, as long as he committed suicide, it had nothing to do with the local security in Nanjing City, and it had nothing to do with him, Ying Tianfu Yin.

"Bai Hao, you 'personally' check it, you must find out the cause of Wang Dutang's death!" Wang Shizhen said that when he was personally reconciled, he bit the accent, and he looked at Bai Hao, the general arrest of Tianfu.

Bai Hao smiled bitterly, knowing that his boss meant to tell himself, "Since the Wang family themselves admit that they committed suicide by hanging, don't make any extraneous branches in the autopsy", but the small head catcher who is not in the stream can afford to take responsibility for the death of the second grade officer?

I made up my mind that if I really found anything suspicious, I would never hide it.

Bai Hao took advantage of Qin Lin's defenselessness and suddenly stared at him directly, but Qin Lin's smile was as open as in the past, there was no doubt at all, his eyes were awe-inspiring, and when he met his eyes, he even made Bai Hao's eyes hurt slightly.

"It's not like there's anything weird, at least it's impossible to be so righteous and awe-inspiring after killing someone," Bai Hao thought about it, half of his heart relaxed.

As everyone knows, Qin Lin has his own set of standards for the distinction between good and evil in his heart, although he holds the law and discipline, he does not stick to the law and discipline: if he wants to strictly act according to the law, as a Ming brocade guard, but he has memories from later generations, and uses modern criminal investigation technology to handle cases, then ask him to strictly abide by modern laws or follow the Ming criminal law?

Only the justice in the heart is always the same, look directly at the heart and punish on behalf of the sky, a scumbag like Wang Bengu deserves it, Qin Lin is completely worthy of his heart, he kills frankly and deservedly!

Bai Hao deserves to be the experienced chief catcher of Ying Tianfu, and at the beginning, he asked all the slaves who witnessed the crime, and the result was naturally that he admitted in unison that he heard Wang Bengu and Qin Lin talking, after Qin Lin said goodbye, Wang Bengu closed the door from the inside, and after waiting for a while, there was a sound of the chair falling to the ground inside, Qin Lin leaned on the crack of the door and exclaimed, slamming open the door...... "Since this is the case, General Qin is even more unlikely to be a murderer," Bai Hao was completely relieved.

"Originally, I didn't have to say that he was a murderer, but people are always forced to die by him, and it is also a crime to force people to commit suicide in the Ming Law, right?" The uncle and nephew muttered, from the beginning, all the slaves present said that the master committed suicide, and since then, they never thought that Qin Lin would be a murderer.

Qin Lin stood next to him and sneered, others only said that he was laughing at the so-called "forcing people to die", but they didn't know that his smile had another meaning.

In his sleeve were three clumps of pinched flattened, thin, tenacious silk threads, which were so thin and translucent that they were drawn in his hand and could not be seen from a distance.

Qin Lin put the broken latch on the card slot behind the door, and the two silk threads were tied to the oblique section of the latch with loose live buckles, and the other end was pinched in the palm of his hand.

Those so-called dialogues were actually his own questions and answers, learning from Wang Bengu's low and vague voice, the servants outside were not only standing far away, but also preconceived in their hearts, so they naturally thought that he and Wang Bengu were answering.

Then he pretended to be angry, said goodbye and left, took a few steps, pinched the silk thread in his sleeve and pulled it hard, and the door slammed shut, looking like the door that Wang Bengu closed from the inside, and at the same time, because the pointing angle of the door latch changed ninety degrees during the door closing, the live buckle of the silk thread fell off from above, and Qin Lin easily withdrew the silk thread into his sleeve.

The next step is the mechanism of the chair, the chair has stepped on a few footprints with Wang Bengu's feet in advance, and the back of the chair is placed facing outward, with a double-strand silk thread to hold the brush, pinned to the carved lattice on the back of the chair.

After the door was closed, Qin Lin delayed for a while, so that people could form the impression that "Wang Bengu used this time to prepare to hang himself", and then pinched the double-strand silk thread and pulled it hard, and the chair fell down.

The moment he felt the chair fall under force, Qin Lin let go of one end of the double-strand silk thread, and the other end quickly withdrew into his sleeve, and the brush that was gently pinned to the lattice on the back of the chair lost the traction of the silk thread and naturally rolled down to the side, and with the two pages of Wang Bengu's deceived "suicide note" on the ground, the scene was naturally seamless.

Bai Hao got rid of the entanglement of Wang Bengu's family and began to examine the body with him.

The priest of the torture room wrote to fill in the corpse grid, and he made a loud report: "The deceased Wang Bengu, male, 58 years old, with a white face and a slight beard in the middle, is a native of Xingtai, Hebei Province, and is currently the left governor of the Nanjing Metropolitan Procuratorate...... The eyes of the dead are violent, the tongue spits out an inch, there is a ditch under the neck, and the groove is not handed over at the back of the neck.

In addition, there were no scars of struggle elsewhere throughout the body, the color of the silver needle probe throat remained unchanged, the facial aperture was not damaged, there was no injury at the top heart of Baihui, and there was no sharp wound at the fecal door of the lower body...... There was no abnormality in all parts of the body, and it was ruled out that he was taken hostage by the murderer and forcibly hanged to death. ”

Qin Lin squinted his eyes and listened with relish, his report was tantamount to a compliment to him, compared to his old man, those criminals who pretended to be smart were simply mentally retarded and idiots!

Witnesses all claimed that Wang Bengu committed suicide, and the autopsy also fully confirmed this, Bai Hao hugged his fists at Qin Lin: "General Qin, the villain was offended a lot just now, I can't help you old man." ”

Qin Lin smiled and said it didn't matter.

Several family members shouted: "He forced my lord to death, isn't it illegal to force people to die?" We're going to sue the royal ......"

"But why is there a pen thrown here?" Bai Hao said as he looked at Qin Lin's expression.

Oh? Qin Lin pretended to look for it on the ground, scratched his scalp and said, "No, there were two pieces of paper thrown here just now-by the way, I remember that it was the triangular eye that hid the paper!" ”

Wang Shizhen's eyes opened when she heard this, and she snorted coldly in her nose.

The triangular-eyed housekeeper had no choice but to hand over the "suicide note".

Wang Shizhen took it and glanced at it, and immediately sneered, looked at the sky with his eyes and said repeatedly: "Ridiculous, ridiculous, it turns out that Wang Dutang is such a human-faced beast, fortunately, the last trace of conscience before death has not been extinguished...... Hmph, it's good to die, it's good to die! ”

(To be continued)