"Dead?" Dong Lingxing stood up and walked up to Cardamom: "On Huangquan Road, Cutting Yun definitely doesn't want to meet you." ”

Cardamom looked up at Dong Lingxing.

"In this case, you are just an accomplice, the crime will not lead to death, and this official will deal with you according to the laws of my Sheng Tang."

A hint of horror appeared in Cardamom's eyes.

"Cardamom is a heinous crime, please sentence Cardamom to death."

Cardamom leaned over, but Dong Lingxing had already turned around and returned to his seat.

Exile, and a long exile, is probably a more cruel punishment than death for a female prisoner. She closed her eyes, listened to the verdict, and then leaned and fell to the ground.

Between the mountains, there are two tombs. Next to the tomb was a thatched hut enclosed, and in the thatched hut lived the crazy Bilian. This thatched hut was both a place for her to settle for the rest of her life, and a prison for her. Whether she is really crazy or fake crazy, she will spend her whole life in this mountain. Dong Lingxing arranged for someone to go up the mountain every few days to bring her some food, to ensure that when he was in office, Bilian would not starve to death on the mountain. As for the future, I'll talk about that later.

When he learned that Cardamom had been sentenced to exile, Xing Ruyi was sitting with the fox in a small restaurant eating barbecue. The meat was hunted by the fox, and the barbecue utensils were changed by the fox. Although the seasoning is lacking, the aroma of the prickly meat still attracts the attention of many diners, and even some of them who are aroused by the gluttony directly shout that the shopkeeper will also have an identical one.

In front of the door, two teams of errands staggered by, and the sound of speech fell into Xing Ruyi's ears.

"It's ......"

"The cardamom girl who conspired with someone to murder the master."

"Exile today?"

"Isn't it, the adults urged, saying that I should send it over quickly."

"If I were an adult, I wouldn't want to see her."

"You ...... this"

"You are the killer, and we are even more powerful, we are plotting to kill our husbands."

"Murdering my husband? Just this little woman. ”

"If it were an ordinary husband, she would naturally not be able to murder her, but her husband is a little different."

"What's the difference, isn't it a special bag?"

"We don't know if it's a nest or not, but we heard from the neighbor next to us that this woman's husband is a sick man, and he has been sick and crooked since he came out of his mother's womb. If this was born in a rich family, it would naturally be raised with decoction, but it happened that it was only born in an ordinary family, and my father and mother made do with it, but I also raised it.

was raised, but his father's body also collapsed, and before leaving, he found a family affair for him and married the current woman. said that he was marrying a wife, but in fact, he was looking for someone who could take care of him for the rest of his life. ”

"How did this care and care become a murder of your husband?"

"Can this girl from a good family marry a sick man? The woman's father was a gambler, and for a few taels of silver, he sent his daughter to this house as a happy lady. It is estimated that this woman is also reluctant in her heart. No, he seized the opportunity to murder his husband. ”

"Is there any evidence that this woman murdered her husband?"

"Naturally, there is, otherwise I wouldn't have been tied up like this and brought back to the yamen."

"Let's talk about it, I guess when we come back, her case will be early."

"That's right." The official dragged the other prisoners to sit outside the small restaurant, and the two female prisoners looked at each other. The woman's husband had been sick for a long time, and even the neighbors did not see him much. Early this morning, the neighbors heard the woman crying in her home, and her voice was very sad. The neighbor was a warm-hearted neighbor and went over to ask if there was anything he needed help with. As a result, I was told that my husband had gone in the middle of the night.

The woman's husband was a sick man, and his death was not sudden. Seeing that the woman was crying and couldn't stand up, the neighbor beckoned to help deal with it. Who knows, as soon as I entered the house, I was stunned when I saw the man lying on the bed. ”

"Could it be that death is too ugly?"

"A sick seedling has been dead for a few hours, so naturally he can't see where to go. But what stunned the neighbors was not the man's death, but the rope around the man's neck. ”

"Ropes?"

"That's right! The man was lying on the bed, but he had a rope around his neck, one end of which was tied to a window not far away. It looks like he strangled himself to death. ”

"Strangled yourself?" A younger official touched his neck with his hand: "I have also heard about this. There was a perennial sick man in my hometown, his family was poor and couldn't afford to drag him down, so when his family was not paying attention, he tied one end of the rope to the window, and then put his neck in a circle. By the time the family found out, their bodies were already cold. At that time, I was too young to understand. My mother told me that this is all forced by people to have no choice, but if there is still some hope, no one will go to the end of the road by themselves. ”

That's what the neighbor had thought. In these years, it is not easy for a good person to live, let alone a person who is sick in bed all the year round. If it were him, I guess I would find an opportunity to cut myself off.

The neighbor stood there and sighed a few times, feeling more and more pitiful for this sick man, so he stepped forward to help him solve his life. As a result, this solution found another problem. ”

"What problems did you find?"

"The neighbors found several finger prints on both sides of the sick seedling's neck, and the marks were still left under the rope."

"Finger prints?"

"Yes, it's a finger print, and it's still a very clear finger print. We haven't experienced what it's like to strangle the neck with a rope, but I've heard a story from the government before, saying that when the neck is strangled by a rope, people will be uncomfortably breathless, and they will struggle, and even when they are dying, they have a feeling of wanting to give up to survive. At this time, there will most likely be some traces of struggle, among which pulling the rope with your hands is not excluded. It can be pulled, and it should be pulled like this. ”

The official who spoke made a tugging motion, and then made a gesture of choking his neck with his hand.

"But what remained on the neck of the sick seedling was such a fingerprint with the fingertips inward."

"Is this pinching?"

"It's pinching. Think about it, would a person who wants to commit suicide with a rope choke his neck with his hand before he dies? ”

"Maybe it was pinched before." The little servant interjected again: "Maybe this husband originally wanted to strangle himself to death, but after trying, he felt that it was a little difficult, so he got up again, found a rope, tied it to the window, and then hanged himself." ”

"I can't rule out this possibility, so after receiving the report, the servants in our government went to check it out." The official who spoke made two movements one after another, one was directly pinched on the neck of the little official with his hand, and the other was choked his neck with his own hands: "Oh, is this a little different from being pinched by yourself and pinching yourself?" ”

The little official watched it for a while, and then reacted slowly and a half-beat.

"Do you mean that this sick husband was strangled to death and then put on a rope?"

"Count you smart, otherwise, how can you say that this woman murdered her husband." The official got up as he spoke: "Come on, it's not too early, we have to hurry up and bring people back to the yamen." You should also get out of the city as soon as possible, this escort is not a matter of one or two days. You're bringing a female prisoner this time, so there's a lot of trouble on the way, but don't miss the lodging because she misses it. ”

"Then we won't be delayed."

The two officials in charge of escorting Cardamom and the two officials in charge of arresting Chun'er arched their hands to each other, and then separated. One way to the city gate, the other in the direction of the yamen.

"Murder of my husband, I haven't encountered this kind of case for a long time."

Xing Ruyi watched the two teams of officials leave, holding the meat skewer and taking a bite gently.

"Otherwise, let's stay for two more days and see what this murder of my husband is all about."

"Didn't the official just say it very clearly?" The fox stretched out his hand and wiped the oil stains on Xing Ruyi's mouth: "The case is simple, it is estimated that Master Dong will be able to try it clearly in less than a day." ”

"The facts of the case are simple? I don't think so. Xing Ruyi bit down a roasted tender meat: "That woman does have a lot of dead air on her body, but I don't look like her dead ghost husband, but like her own." ”

"You're curious again."

"Curiosity, I always have." Xing Ruyi handed the meat skewer to the fox: "Do you want to make a bet?" I bet that this woman will die in prison if she can't wait for Lord Dong's arraignment, and what sent her to the palace of Hades is not the guillotine in the palace, nor the steel knife in the executioner's hand, but a poisonous steamed bun. ”

"So sure?"

"You forget, you and I are the ones who have been in prison." Xing Ruyi winked at the fox: "The only thing that can be eaten in this prison, and the most delicious thing is steamed buns." As for the food on the side, it is either rancid and smelly, or hard.

This woman is dressed in cloth, but do you see her face and hands? At first glance, it has been carefully cared for, and the face can almost pinch out the water. Also, from a long distance, I could smell the smell of osmanthus oil on her head.

Judging from the conversation between the officials just now, this woman's family is not wealthy. This osmanthus oil is different from the general head oil, there is no osmanthus here, and the osmanthus oil used is sold from outside, and the price must not be cheap. She, a woman from an ordinary family, how can she use such a precious thing? Therefore, I estimate that there must be another hidden story behind the murder of my husband. ”

"It's nothing more than this woman's misconduct, coveting the wealth of other people's families, and killing her own husband."

"There must be misbehavior, but the one who murdered her husband may not be her." Xing Ruyi stared at a sachet hanging on the woman's body: "Husband, take a look, this case is still a little lively to see." ”