Mao Bingjun was the murderer of the three very similar first cases that Song Ning thought were very similar when he looked through the file a few days ago.

On the fourth day of September in the fifteenth year of Tianquan, the deceased Mao Runqing was found dead in Ziyun Mountain, and the murderer was later verified to be his brother Mao Bingjun.

Mao Bingjun was sentenced to beheading, and the trial was commuted to 15 years in the autumn of that year. This year, when the new emperor ascended the throne, he was pardoned, and he was released.

Zhao Yi and Song Ning went up the mountain, and Zhao Yi asked, "The purpose of your coming here is Mao Bingjun?" ”

"Pretty much." Song Ning and Zhao Yi said, "Actually, I have always been obsessed with those three cases, but if I really want to pick a thorn with the file, I have nothing to say, the confession and the evidence chain are very complete." ”

However, when she came here yesterday and learned that this was Ziyun Mountain, and Maojiazhuang and Guozizhuang were next door, she immediately thought of Mao Bingjun.

"Let's go." Zhao Yi took two steps and stopped to look at her, "You want me to take you?" ”

It rained last night and the uphill was muddy and slippery.

"No, I'm very steady." Song Ning said and walked in front of Zhao Yi......

Spirited and quick-paced.

Zhao Yi used the knife in his hand to split the dead branch in front of him.

The dead branches snapped.

Song Ning walked to the front of the thatched hut and met a woman in her thirties, walking out of the house with a wooden basin.

The woman was tall and thin, with big eyes, a mole the size of a mung bean in the center of her left eyebrow, and a silver hairpin with a pattern pinned to her smooth bun...... Who to look for? ”

"I'm looking for Mao Bingjun." Song Ning said to the woman, "What do you call it?" ”

Zhao Yi also walked up and stood side by side with Song Ning.

The woman saw that the two of them had a good temperament and conversation, and that they were obviously not ordinary people, so she hurriedly put the wooden basin and saluted, and said, "Uncle is lying in the room." As he spoke, he rushed to the room without any scheming, "Uncle, there are two gentlemen looking for you." ”

"Looking for me?" Mao Bingjun smoked his voice, hoarse and old, "Please come in." ”

The woman smiled and said, "Then you two go in, and I'll pour tea." ”

Saying that, I went to the kitchen to boil water and make tea.

The wooden basin was placed next to the door, and in it were a few of the man's half-worn clothes.

Song Ning entered the room.

Because it was built on a mountain, although the floor of the house was paved with stone slabs, it was still muddy and slippery, and a sticky feeling of damp mold came to the face.

After adapting to the light, Song Ning saw clearly that Mao Bingjun was leaning on the bed.

Nine years ago, when he entered prison, he was thirty-one years old, so this year he should be a full forty.

But the man in front of him was full of white hair and wrinkles, the muscles of one eye were atrophied, his eyelids drooped, and the other eye was in the dim light, trying to look at them.

"You two are looking for me?" Mao Bingjun sat down a little and looked at them nervously, "You two are from the yamen?" ”

Song Ning swept around the room, there were wardrobes, tables, chairs and benches, and they were neatly tied.

She looked at Mao Bingjun and introduced herself: "...... Don't be nervous, we have no other intentions, so we'll stop by and see you. ”

"You're Lord Song?" Mao Bingjun knew Song Ning, "When I entered the city a few days ago, it happened to be your ascension, and the people of the whole city were discussing your wisdom and martial arts. ”

"You, you sit." Mao Bingjun got out of bed and excitedly brought them a stool.

He took two steps, his left leg dragging weakly on the ground.

"We'll do it ourselves." Song Ning sat down and looked back at Zhao Yi, Zhao Yi glanced at the black bamboo stool, and sat down in his robe.

Song Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

"You sit." Song Ning helped Mao Bingjun to sit, "I read the file of your case, and the file does not record that you have a disease in your legs and eyes, and you were left behind in prison?" ”

Mao Bingjun's expression changed, and he nodded: "Yes, he was left behind in prison." Fighting with fellow prisoners. ”

"You're in prison at the palace. According to me, the warden of the government is quite strict, and you dare to fight? Song Ning didn't believe it at all.

It's not that she really knows the warden, but that she simply wants to deceive him.

"What's more, I can find out about it."

Mao Bingjun looked at Song Ning in embarrassment, and stopped talking several times.

"Didn't you leave it behind when you were first tried nine years ago?" Song Ning asked.

Mao Bingjun nodded.

"Eyes and legs?" Song Ning was shocked, because they didn't even mention Lao Tong that Mao Bingjun was severely tortured during interrogation.

"Don't ask, sir." At the door, the young woman came in and placed the teacup on the table, "My lord, please don't ask any more questions, what if you ask?" ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward to help Mao Bingjun lie down.

Song Ning said: "If there is a problem, I can overturn the case." ”

The woman looked back at Song Ning in surprise, and Mao Bingjun also looked at her in horror, in disbelief.

"If it is wronged, of course, it is necessary to rehabilitate and clear the wrongs, find the real murderer, and bring him to justice." Song Ning said, "So, if you have a grievance, you should tell me, for your own sake, and for the sake of other victims who are likely to exist." ”

Mao Bingjun looked at the woman who took care of her.

The woman also looked at him, and after a while, she turned back and asked Song Ning, "Is it really possible?" ”

Song Ning nodded.

"That, that, that, you say." The woman spoke incoherently and helped Mao Bingjun up, "Uncle Bing, you talk to the adults." ”

Mao Bingjun sat up, stared straight at Song Ning with his eyes, and said, "My lord, I was wronged!" ”

"I was beaten into a trick. It was the last year that the prefect had stayed in Jinan Mansion, and he ordered that there should be no backlog of cases in the Torture Hall. ”

"So I didn't confess the first night I was arrested, and the next day they started to torture me."

"My legs were broken by them, my eyes were blinded by them, and there was no good place on my body." As he spoke, he ripped open his collar and the ugly scar of two large round scalded folds on his chest.

Song Ning thought of this, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

"You start from the beginning, why did they find you at that time, what is the most important pointing evidence?"

Mao Bingjun said from the beginning.

In fact, Mao Runqing entered the mountain around August 13, but because he often went out to gamble and did not come back for more than ten days, his family did not know exactly which day he entered the mountain.

And Mao Bingjun can't remember what he did on August 13, an ordinary day, and after 20 days, who can still remember it.

As for the reason why the yamen found Mao Bingjun and took him back for interrogation, it was because a straw hat was found about four feet away from Mao Runqing's body.

This straw hat belongs to Mao Bingjun.

"Is the straw hat really yours?" Song Ning asked.

Mao Bingjun nodded: "It's really me, but this hat was lost after August 20, because I went into the city to sell chickens on August 18, and I still wore it into the city." ”

"But the officials and adults in the yamen didn't believe me, and I was about to be beaten to death."

"I thought that it would be better to die like this, so I would admit it."

Song Ning frowned, and Zhao Yi's face was not good-looking.

"Don't you have a wife and children?"

Mao Bingjun smiled bitterly: "Originally, there was, the year I went in, my son was eight years old." But the next year, his mother and son couldn't get by, so his mother took him to remarry and left. ”

"I didn't look for it. It doesn't matter where they are, as long as they live. I'm looking for them to make trouble for them, and I'll be dead. ”

As he spoke, he hung his head and wiped his face.

"Mao Runqing, does he have a family?"

Mao Bingjun nodded: "He has three daughters, all of whom are married now, and his daughter-in-law is still widowed and lives in the village." ”

"You said you were innocent, so what do you think about Mao Runqing's death?" Song Ning asked.

Mao Bingjun shook his head: "He's a messy person, he earns some money, eats, drinks, prostitutes, gambles, and everything." ”

"It's rare to go home, and the family is jumping, I think there should be a lot of people who want to kill him."

Song Ning's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Will he beat his wife and children when he goes home?" ”

"Not only wives and children." Mao Bingjun said, "His own father was beaten half to death by him, and he died after half a year, and everyone in the village knows about this." ”

Song Ning looked at Zhao Yi, and Zhao Yi understood what she meant. It seems like a coincidence, or maybe it's not a coincidence...... Mao Runqing, who died nine years ago, has one thing in common with Ye Yong, who just died.

Domestic violence.

"Got it." Song Ning nodded, "I will continue to investigate this matter, and you will try not to leave the house during this time." ”

Mao Bingjun should be.

"As an aside, why do you live in the mountains?"

Mao Bingjun sighed and said, "My land and house have been lost to Mao Runqing's four sons, and I have no place to live in the village." ”

"What's more, everyone is afraid of me."

As he spoke, he sighed.

"Let's stay for the time being, and then I'll help you solve this matter when I find out what happened." Song Ning got up as he spoke, looking at the woman standing beside him, "I haven't heard your introduction yet, what do you call it?" ”

The woman hung her head and said, "Back to the words of the adult, the folk woman Mao Meng." My husband is Uncle Bing's nephew in the five suits. When I first got married, Uncle Bing took a lot of care of us and my husband. ”

Mao Bingjun answered, sighed and said: "Their little couple has a good heart, I was penniless when I came back, it was the two of them who helped me build a house here and send us rice and vegetables." ”

"Originally, I wanted Uncle Bing to live in our house, and we supported him for the elderly, but Uncle Bing felt that it was dragging us down and refused to go." Mao Mengshi sighed.

Song Ning and Mao Mengshi said with a smile: "You have taken care of him a lot, and you don't trouble each other, which is also the insistence of kind people." ”

"Good work." Song Ning said.

Mao Mengshi looked at Song Ning in surprise.

Song Ning raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"No, no, the folk woman has never seen an adult like an adult, you are so good." Mao Mengshi replied.

Song Ning said goodbye to the two of them with a smile and walked out of the house, Mao Mengshi sent them out, and talked to the two of them while going down the mountain, "My lord, can you really help Uncle Bing overturn the case?" Can Uncle Bing be innocent? ”

"Not sure, but I'll do my best."

Mao Meng's legs bent and she was about to kneel, but Song Ning pulled her back: "Don't do this, I only do what I need to do, no need to kowtow." ”

Mao Mengshi was moved again and again.

Song Ninghe went down the mountain side by side, she frowned and asked, "The prince will test you, what will you do next." ”

"You're really going to be a headhunter?"

"The prince is a competent head catcher."

"Okay, this king guesses." He emphasized the "two words of this king".