On a long winter night, the cold is long, and the humidity in the capital is heavier, and the sudden drop in temperature at night causes the water vapor in the air to condense into frost, which covers the ground. Just looking at it can make people feel a chill, and they can't help but want to stomp their feet to warm their bodies.

At this moment, in the prison of Shuntianfu, the lights are bright. The prison guards and officials who worked were also very depressed, and it was really unfortunate to have to work on such a cold day.

In recent years, the officials in the Shuncheon Mansion have strengthened patrols day and night to maintain law and order, hoping to spend the New Year in peace and draw a successful end to the year.

Now it's good, there is still half a moon to go is Chinese New Year's Eve, and a life lawsuit will be filed at this time. The one who died was still the master of the White Deer Academy, Hong Wenren, who had countless students and had a great influence, and I heard that many incumbent officials in the court were his protégés.

What kind of sin is this, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

And that suspect happened to be a student in the White Deer Academy. Originally, the official thought it was a job to make money and water, but it turned out that this suspect was a rare child of a poor family in that higher academy, with no money and no power, and I heard that this child was not very popular in that kind of academy.

In other words, no one will dredge up and move around for this person, and the oil and water are ironclad. Fortunately, now this motive has all the witnesses, and if there is no oil and water, it depends on the merit. Naturally, the sooner this case is decided, the better.

It's just that this night, Lu Ziming has tasted most of the torture tools in the prison, and even if he has no skin, he still doesn't let go. Even the tortured jailer couldn't bear to admonish him in the slightest

"Boy, you can recruit it, and suffer less sin. Draw a charge, we are all good friends, you can rest assured, even if you want to be beheaded, you have to live for more than a month after the Lantern Festival.

If you really have a relationship, you can dredge it when you pour it. ”

"It's not me!"

Hearing this, the official who was sitting and drinking and waiting for a reply scratched his ears a little impatiently,

"It's just this sentence upside down, it's not who else you are. Forget it, I'll tell you the truth, it doesn't matter if you admit it or not, it's all conclusive, and it's all your drawing. Don't grind, hiss, this place is cold. ”

After that, the official drank a large sip of soju to warm his stomach.

"You ...... This is...... Grass Kan human life! ”

Lu Ziming was originally a weak scholar, and after several tortures, his thin little body was simply miserable. Even strong adults may not be able to withstand such torture. But no matter how the jailer tortured him, or the intimidation and threats of the officials, the boy insisted that he had been falsely accused.

"Ignoring human life?

The students of your academy all said that Master Hong reprimanded you in public today, and took you away alone to continue the reprimand. It doesn't give you face at all, you naturally have a motive to kill.

There are also people who saw you and Hong Fuzi returning to his bedroom together, and in less than a pillar of incense, people died tragically in the bedroom, who else could the murderer be? ”

"It's not me," Lu Ziming said weakly, and he looked at the people in front of him and began to ghost.

"It's not you, heh," the official stepped forward and looked at Lu Ziming and said, "Then you tell me who it is!" ”

"I ...... I don't know, what is the ...... to find the murderer It's you...... The work of your yamen"

"We're on your toes!"

"You ...... No one saw the murder of the master at all, the so-called motive ...... The evidence is all your guess....... It's just speculation. With that alone, you ...... Just use lynching, want to ...... If you want to bend me into a move, it's just a king's ......"

"Hey! You kid, it's really a toast and don't eat and drink, right, let me tell you, here grandpa I am the king."

The official kicked the jailer on the side and said, "Keep beating me!" ”

"Master Zhang, if this is tortured again, it should be killed." The jailer was a little unbearable, whether he had been dealing with prisoners all the year round, and whether these people in the prison were ghosts or some of them.

The young man in front of him is probably just a scapegoat who shouted injustice and went to prison.

"Death? That is also to avenge the master of Hong Wenren, what to grind, start "The official kicked directly on the jailer's buttocks.

The jailer was about to make a move, but when he looked up, the head of the young man in front of him who had been holding his head high was now drooping. It's finally unbearable! He stepped forward and tried it under Lu Ziming's nose with his fingers, and there was still breath. The jailer looked back, waiting for the officer's order.

The official looked at the hourglass, it had taken nearly two hours, but he didn't expect this kid to be really a hard bone.

"What are you doing in a daze, go over and draw a charge for him, let's do it now, I'm almost exhausted"

The servant stretched his waist, smiled with relief when he saw the painting slip in his hand, and strode out of the cell. The jailer in the back lowered Lu Ziming from the torture rack and dragged him directly into the straw-covered cell, and also went back to rest.

At this moment, the ground in the cell was damp and cold, but Lu Ziming's body was as hot as fire. When an old jailer guarding the cell made his rounds, he saw that this kid was the same age as his grandson, and he was kind enough to find him a torn cotton wool quilt.

The old jailer saw that Lu Ziming's lips were chapped and white, sighed, and poured a bowl of hot water into it for him to drink.

After taking a sip of water, Lu Ziming gradually relaxed his brows, opened his eyes and looked at the old jailer and thanked him. The old jailer looked at the other party's weak appearance and sighed in his heart

"Child, do you have any relatives and friends outside who can help you clear up the relationship?"

Hearing the jailer's words, Lu Ziming thought of his elderly grandmother, if he couldn't escape this time, then who should his grandmother do. Looking back, there was no one around me to rely on.

Seeing Lu Ziming shaking his head in pain, the old jailer didn't know how to comfort him

"Child, that is, your life is not good, if it is your other people in the academy who are suspects today, whether it is money or power, it can still be slowed down.

It's just that the Yamen evaluation under the year, the official is in a hurry to solve the case for the sake of his career, are you ......

Hey, you still hope to be reborn into a good family in the next life. ”

After the old jailer came out of the cell, Lu Ziming just lay on the ground on the damp straw, the shabby cotton wool was covered with the pain of that body, and the smell of blood mixed with the rancid smell of the cell.

This night was the longest night Lu Ziming had ever spent, and he thought back to the first half of his life, in the past twelve years, because he lost his father and mother since he was a child, he was considered unknown. Since I was a child, I didn't have any friends, only books as my companion.

At the beginning, Lu Ziming and his grandmother's life was very difficult and they did not receive any help from the clan, but later because of Lu Ziming's excellent performance in the academy, the Lu clan had glory, so the patriarch gave a part of the clan silver hair that originally belonged to Lu's father to Lu Ziming and his grandmother for living expenses.

Many of them are just investment and utilization, and there are not many relatives and favors. Will such a so-called relative take care of grandma for the rest of her days after she was framed as the one who killed her teacher?

The cold prison is cold, and the heart is even colder.

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