In the early morning of the second day, a female corpse wrapped in a broken straw mat was brought out of the Lanzhou Mansion prison, and the corpse collector of Yizhuang came over in a carriage and pulled it directly to the mass grave outside the city, and discarded it in the field at will to feed the wild dogs.

At the same time, the tofu brain stall outside the Lanzhou Mansion prison.

Han Cong was talking to the jailer who delivered food to Bai Luo in prison yesterday.

On the greasy and simple rough wooden table, there are two bowls of tofu brain and pickles, as well as two drawers of steamed buns, which are steaming hot and fragrant.

At this time, the two people sitting at the table had no intention of eating, Han Congzheng stared at the jailer in front of him in surprise, and forgot to chew and swallow half of the bun in his mouth.

Bai Luo arrived in Lanzhou last night, Han Cong hadn't found a way to sneak into the Lanzhou prison for a while, so he had to use the silver money to buy the jailer and send the food over, thinking that it would only be a night's work, and the amount would not be a big deal, and he was planning to find a way to get some people in the prison today, but he didn't expect that so many things would happen in the prison overnight.

The jailer looked at Han Cong's surprised face, and explained with a wry smile: "Brother, I don't know if this Bai Luo is unlucky or lucky, he went to prison, and I don't know where he offended the head of the yellow cell, and he was beaten by the head of the yellow cell that night." Brother, it's not like I didn't do anything with the money, I really can't stop it. ”

"And how was he hurt? Is it heavy or not? Han Cong asked.

If Bai Luo is really seriously injured and his own affairs are not good, I am afraid that he will not be able to get better from Master Yuanshi.

The jailer took a pair of chopsticks and pickles and put them in his mouth, shook his head while chewing beautifully, and said: "It's not light, this yellow cell head's whipping method is vicious, this is famous in the entire Lanzhou Mansion, even if it's just a whip, it's enough for him to stand it, you know, last night the yellow cell head smoked a ...... alive,"

Speaking of this, the jailer paused suddenly, glanced at Han Cong secretly, and said with a smile: "Hey, don't mention it, don't mention it, but the whip of the yellow cell head, tsk, that's not blowing, I look at that Bai Luo is probably not lightly injured." ”

Seeing Han Cong's depressed appearance, the jailer hurriedly comforted: "But, brother, this is to talk about injuries, in the prison last night, Bai Luo's injuries were not the most serious,......,"

Speaking of this, the jailer seemed to be caught in pickles, slowly picked up the tofu flower and took a sip, smacked his mouth, and didn't speak for a long time.

Seeing this, Han Cong's face was full of helplessness, and he took out a tael of silver from his sleeve pocket and threw it on the table.

The jailer didn't mind Han Cong's stinky face, and with a smile, he reached out and put the two pieces of silver in his pocket, and then continued: "Compared to the head of the yellow cell, this Bai Luo's injury is not significant. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Han Cong asked.

It turned out that the jailer only said about Bai Luo's whipping just now, and after receiving these two pieces of silver, he told Han Cong what happened last night as it was.

When the jailer finished speaking, and the sky was already bright, the jailer asked, "What's the matter, does my brother still want me to take care of Bai Luo?" ”

"Yes, of course." Han Cong nodded resignedly, muttering while pulling out his heart and liver from his chest, and it took a long time to take out a silver ticket of one hundred taels and reluctantly hand it to the jailer.

Han Cong watched the jailer put away the silver ticket in his hand, and muttered in his heart: Lord Yuanshi, in order to protect your little brother, this is to post his wife out, and he is really brave and loyal for the sake of adults.

The jailer was also refreshed, without saying a word, he accepted the silver ticket, ate the tofu brain in the bowl in a few bites, and asked the proprietress for a piece of oiled paper, wrapped all the remaining buns and pickles, and put them into his arms warmly.

Only then did he greet Han Cong: "Come on, I'll go and guard the white Luo for my brother." He wiped the grease on the back of his hand, covered the bun and silver ticket on his chest, and walked away neatly.

Only Han Cong was left sitting alone at the table with only empty cage drawers and dishes, and he was stunned to touch the money bag in his arms that had quickly been empty in less than two days through the collar, his face full of surprise.

Who the hell is this Lord Bai?

I'm afraid it's not the reincarnation of Sun Monkey, right?

This is so good-looking, how can he be so tossed.

Han Cong still remembers that when he first met Lord Bai, Lord Bai was personally conducting an autopsy, an ordinary murder case, and he was stunned to make a storm all over the city.

It didn't take long for the matter of resettlement of displaced people to be tossed out, tossed and turned, and finally tossed his official and was imprisoned in Lanzhou Prison.

I thought that when I arrived at the Lanzhou prison, Lord Bai would always be able to stop, stay honestly, and let Master Yuan Shi use some ability to get him out.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the Lanzhou prison, this white man could still toss the same, not to mention that he was injured by tossing, but he actually tossed off the cell head alive.

It seems that I really have to grasp it tightly and arrange some people to go in the prison, otherwise I am afraid that the next person who will be tossed by Bai Luo will be unlucky.

At least now his wife is about to be tossed by Lord Bai! Han Cong thought distressedly.

Han Cong didn't care about eating a few more bites, so he hurriedly went back to the courtyard he rented, wrote a secret letter about Bai Luo's situation, and handed it to the connector through the secret channel of the Metropolitan Procuratorate and sent it out.

Governor Cui set off from home early in the morning, and he decided to interrogate Bai Luo in court today, and he would make a quick decision.

In fact, Governor Cui just wanted to use the excuse to remove Bai Luo, whom he hated, and make room for an official position for his own people, but he didn't expect that Su Tongzhi gave himself such an idea, so that he had an unexpected gain from capturing Bai Luo this time.

Therefore, now he is very active in convicting Bai Luo as soon as possible, and if he convicts and investigates Bai Luo one day earlier, he will be able to dedicate Bai Luo to that master one day sooner, and he will be able to get the benefits of promotion or money one day earlier.

Thinking of this, Governor Cui couldn't bear the pride in his heart, and he couldn't wait to convict Bai Luo today, and he could dedicate Bai Luo to that master tomorrow.

In the early morning, there were not many pedestrians and carriages in the streets and alleys of Lanzhou, and the carriage of Governor Cui arrived at the Lanzhou Mansion all the way.

But what Governor Cui didn't expect was that as soon as he got off the car, he ran into Cai Weizhou, who was also getting off the carriage at the entrance of the Lanzhou Mansion.

He was surprised in his heart, but he had to step forward to greet him.

Cui Daoyuan had no choice but to scold in his heart for being unlucky, reorganized his official robe, and forced a decent smile on his face to greet him.

"Cai Yushi, I came to Lanzhou Mansion today, I don't know what you are doing?" Cui Daoyuan greeted Cai Weizhou with a smile.

Cai Weizhou Siwen said with a smile: "Governor Cui is really a noble person who forgets things, why did you forget the file and trial document of Bai Luo, the county magistrate of Anning County, that you sent to me yesterday?" ”

Cui Daoyuan was stunned, recalled it carefully, and then remembered that there was such a thing.

The continent stipulates that when a criminal official is tried, a superior official and an official of the Metropolitan Procuratorate must be present at the same time to prevent the official from being wrongfully convicted.

On weekdays, as long as the Metropolitan Procuratorate receives the file and confirms that it is correct, it generally does not send officials to attend the trial.

On the one hand, it is because there are few people in the Metropolitan Procuratorate; On the other hand, it is also because as long as the Metropolitan Procuratorate confirms that the official is indeed guilty, it will not waste time on the jury trial.

Anyway, the final conviction file must be stamped with the official seal of the Metropolitan Procuratorate to count, and if the punishment is unfair, it is enough to send the case file back for retrial, and there is no need to waste time on the rule of trial together.