Pu Lao smiled and said: "Whether the fate is enough to be an emperor or not, only the heavens know, and the authorities don't know." In the mortal world, some seemingly inconsequential small things will affect the whole body and affect the direction of the entire situation. If it weren't for the fact that there was such a thing as changing one's life against the sky, Heavenly Court only needed to write a good life book, so why bother sending heavenly officials to keep an eye on it? ”

"Yes."

Jun Qi nodded involuntarily.

"Don't think about things too absolutely, and don't just stare at a certain point in front of you. If the thinking is too narrow, many important clues will be overlooked, and the truth will be missed. ”

Jun Qi twisted his brows and patted the neck of the scorching sun in the West Pole - how could he feel that his head hurt even more when he thought about it like this.

The neck of the scorching sun in the west pole is slightly bent, the fiery red coat is shiny and bright, and the body is muscular, and it is as handsome as a statue when it is quiet. Jun Qi pondered for a long time before he spoke:

"Could it be that someone is secretly doing something?"

"If it has to do with politics, you have to add that possibility when you think about it."

Pu Lao said: "The people who handle the case often say, 'When things go wrong, there must be demons', and when things don't make sense, or there are too many coincidences, it's likely that you have overlooked something particularly important. ”

"Too many 'coincidences.'"

Jun Yi pondered these two words, and said with a wry smile: "It happened that Qin Bai was confused and mistaken that day, but it happened that Zhao Zheng, who had experienced a hundred battles, was trapped there, but it happened that he chose to pretend to be the prince, and even more coincidentally, he met the snow river - why is it so coincidental?" ”

Pu Lao nodded and smiled: "Well, it's a little interesting." ”

While he was talking, he saw the second kiss and the fifth gluttonous walking side by side, and slowly approached. The two horses, one yellow and one black, had probably been running for a while, covered in sweat, with blood in their veins, and panting with their nostrils wide open.

"Yo, eighth!"

Kiss was the first to greet him: "Why are you busy running errands when you come back?" Tired as a dog all day! Is the job of the Execution Division so bad? ”

After speaking, the two clapped their hands and laughed.

He glared at them, turned and stirrupped his horse. The scorching sun of the West Pole was much higher than the shoulders of ordinary horses, and the horses sat on the horses and looked down at the two of them majestically, and snorted and said:

"Horse racing?"

The two people who were sour into lemons immediately widened their eyes and said in unison: "Get out!" ”

You must know that among the four-legged beasts in the world, except for dragons, there is indeed no one who can run past the scorching sun of the western pole.

Jun Qi laughed proudly, thanked the third brother, and spurred the horse to the lower realm.

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The underworld, the temple of Yama.

For the underworld, the 'Yama Temple' department is an office for judges and ghosts, and it is the same as the mountain god land temple in the yang world, which is found in every region.

Under normal circumstances, the dead ghosts who have no criminal record go to the underworld, pass through the 800-mile Yellow Spring, drink Meng Po soup, cross the Nai He Bridge, and cross the Santu River in Lethe River, they can be directly reincarnated and reincarnated; Unless it is a one-sided death, a wronged person, or a lawsuit against one's life, one more item must be added - that is, to go to the Yama Temple.

"It's all a situation!"

Qin Song looked at the crowd outside the Yama Palace, and almost all the ghosts in the local area joined in the work of maintaining order.

"Isn't the battle already over?!"

Qin Song grabbed his hair and asked his ghost colleague wearing the same black uniform next to him: "Why did so many unjust ghosts suddenly appear?" What's going on up there? ”

"Then who knows!"

The ghost was glaring at a dead ghost who wanted to Gasseer: "You! Don't cut the line! Go back! …… Didn't anyone teach you to obey public order while you were alive?! ”

The noisy scene was chaotic for a while, everyone had to work overtime, and no one was in a good mood.

The ghost pointed to the inside with a bitter face, and took the time to say to Qin Song: "The judge just called you in to help!" Leave this business alone! Go inside and keep an eye on it! Finish it early and stop it early! ”

Although Qin Song has little qualifications, he is smart and has strong work ability, and he is a small leader in this area.

The population of the Northern Wasteland is not large, and there are only two judges. There are so many resentful ghosts who want to pass through the hall at once, and it takes half a day just to ask about the cause of death one by one and check the life and death book, and I can't be busy at all. Qin Song sighed, said hello to the other ghosts, and entered the main hall through the side door.

There's still a commotion inside.

These dead ghosts are almost the same, and at first glance, they are poisoned and died violently.

And probably from the same poison, all of them have iron blue faces, dark red whites, and black nails; When he opened his mouth to speak, he spewed a foul smell, and even his tongue was completely black; Young and old, they were covered in stench black blood, as if they had been buried in a dung pit for months, and then dug out of the grave a few days later.

It's hard to describe the smell.

Two judges in navy blue uniforms were handling the case at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, with notes stuffed in their nostrils, and their expressions were numb while inquiring about the case while taking notes.

The air in the house was not circulated, there were many dead ghosts, and the stench of smoky miasma was spicy to the eyes.

"! Did someone poison the? ”

Qin Song stretched out his hand and pulled a piece of paper from the judge's table and quickly stuffed it into his nostrils: "Can you people die with some dignity?!" I'm really convinced! Completely ignoring the feelings of the corpse collector? Or did you have a grudge against a ghost in your previous life? ”

Fortunately, the dead man didn't have to gasp, and he blocked his nose and solved it immediately.

"Don't talk nonsense! Work! ”

The judge threw a large stack of files at him with an expressionless face: "If you can't finish it before the end of the year, you will be fined for one year next year!" ”

"What?!"

"Don't stare at me, Lao Tzu has to take the blame with you."

The underworld is good, it's picking! Pick it to death, and it's from top to bottom! If you don't move, you will be fined for one year! Although the ghost cha doesn't need to eat and starve, he will die of poverty!

Instead of whining, it's better to get to the problem right away. In order to solve the trouble as soon as possible, Qin Song decided to endure it first.

He obediently took the file and found a corner where no one was, and probably flipped through it: there were about five or six hundred dead, most of them were men, most of them were in the prime of life, and they all had the same identity - horse bandits.

The date of death was also the same day, and they were all in their own homes. The whole town died in their sleep from the same poison in their sleep, and the death was miserable. This is probably the most terrible tragedy in this place in recent centuries.

Although you should not expect a good end if you do a horse bandit, and you can't expect too much from reincarnation, it is also necessary to distinguish between the main offender and the accomplice, the guilty and the most evil, and the one who is forced by life to be a coward. Suddenly, so many dead ghosts appeared, and it was enough to be busy for a while just to check the life and death books one by one and determine whether to reincarnate or be sentenced.

Qin Song couldn't help but suddenly think of Qin Bai's instigation of the kid who sent troops to suppress the bandits a while ago, but there is a time sequence, and the poisoning probably has nothing to do with him, right?

Fantastic.

The files recorded were all scattered information about the confessions of the dead ghosts, which were very fragmented, and he flipped through a few volumes casually, and found that they were basically the same, and there were no valuable clues.

Qin Song put the file away and looked at the crowd with a puzzled expression. These bandits, tall, short, fat and thin, most of them men, disheveled, looked like they had been poisoned while sleeping at night.

So many people were poisoned at the same time, even if it was arsenic, then it would have to be a big car, right? Horse bandits have enemies, this is not a strange thing, but such a strong poison poisoned so many people at one time, and it is really rare that it can stink like this after death.

Maybe it's because of my own little experience, which is really unheard of.

However, the rules of the underworld don't care much about the so-called truth, anyway, as long as they have done something, they will be recorded in the life and death book, and no one will go unpunished. If there is really a great crime and a great calamity, the higher authorities will naturally order people to be taken, and they don't have to worry about it themselves.

So whether it's a ghost or a judge, most of them just want to finish off work early, only Qin Song is still thinking about it repeatedly, and the more strange it is, the more he wants to find out.

Something so poisonous that even the poisoner may not be spared, right? Perhaps, the culprit will be mixed among the many dead.

Thinking of this, Qin Song's gaze slowly slid through the crowd. He didn't care much about what kind of grudge this man had against the bandits, the only thing he was curious about was - how did he do it?

It's so powerful, is it using some demon method?

If it is an ordinary poison, the murderer usually chooses to poison the food. But these bandits have always been cunning, large and scattered, and they may not eat and drink in one place, so it is unlikely.

If you poison the wine, it is possible to poison fifty or sixty people, but it is basically impossible to poison five or six hundred people in the whole town at the same time.

The more likely ones are poisonous smoke and poisonous gases. But it was Mobei, and the wind and sand were very strong all day, and the poisonous smoke was easily diluted and blown away, and it didn't work at all; Moreover, the nights in that place are very cold, and the doors and windows of every house are usually closed, and it is not easy to penetrate the house from the outside.

This poisoned person must have been carefully calculated, which is a bit interesting.

Qin Song was puzzled, so he mixed in with the dead ghosts waiting for trial, and from time to time picked a few people to ask a few questions, hoping to find some different clues. However, the answers of the dead ghosts are basically one question and three questions - they sleep until the middle of the night and die inexplicably.

The more weird it is, the more he can't guess the trick, the more curious Qin Song becomes, and when he is curious, he is very excited, and he can't stop being excited.

He wandered through the crowd for a long time, and his eyes inadvertently fell on a middle-aged woman in coarse cloth clothes.

The woman's face was blue and her lips were dark purple, and she was dead like the others. It's just that she didn't stand in the middle of the team, but sat on a bluestone next to her, her eyes were cold, and she seemed to have a mocking smile, staring at the slowly advancing team without saying a word.

He had seen that kind of look: full of resentment but with pleasure, like a female ghost who had just taken revenge.

With experience and intuition, it's probably her! Even if you are not the culprit, you must be an insider!

Qin Song couldn't wait to take a few steps forward and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Luo Hongchun."