Leng Qi was in a hurry. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If there is anything that has made him the most scruptuous, it is undoubtedly the white jade pen. Du Mouse's death and his master and Uncle Du almost lost their lives that night, and the shadow left by that pen on Leng Qi could not be erased at all.

Until now, Leng Qi didn't know what that pen was.

The prefecture recognized by Taoism has four major judges, who are in charge of the Department of Rewarding the Good, the Department of Punishing the Evil, the Department of Inspection, and the Judge Cui.

Reward Shan Si: In charge of Shanbo, dressed in a green robe, with a lovely smile. All the good imps before their lives are arranged by him, and they will be rewarded according to the degree and amount of good deeds before their deaths. In the six realms of reincarnation, or ascending to the sky and becoming a god, or reincarnated as a human, you only need to drink a bowl of ecstasy tea at the dream woman, forget the grievances in life, and you can eat the fireworks of the world again.

Punishment of evil: All ghosts who come to report will first be reflected in front of the mirror of evil, showing good and evil, and distinguishing between good and bad. All the evil ghosts who did evil in his life were dealt with by him, and he sentenced them according to the principle of "four noes and four nos" of King Yama, the four nos - disloyalty, unfilial piety, unfaithfulness, and unbelief; The four nos - rudeness, unrighteousness, incorruptibility, shamelessness, light punishment for minor crimes, heavy punishment for serious crimes, and then handed over to the yin to be sent to the punishment platform, sent to the eighteen layers of hell, until the sentence is completed, and then handed over to the reincarnation hall, pulled to turn into a cow and a horse, into a worm into a dog, etc., and return to the yang world.

Chachasi: His eyes are like electricity, he is upright, and he looks righteous and awe-inspiring. Its duty is to let the good get good rewards, the good things are promoted, so that the evil people are punished as they deserve, and to redress the wronged.

As for Judge Cui, he is the number one person in the well-known Yin Cao Prefecture, dressed in a red robe, holding a life and death book in his left hand, and a judge pen in his right hand, deciding life and death with one stroke.

At first, Leng Qi thought about this, but soon denied it.

For example, in ancient times, officials used a red pen to tick the name of the person who was executed, and now the court sentences the death penalty with a red pen on the name of the condemned prisoner.

In China, there is a saying that "Danshu is ominous", only in ancient times the yamen used to record the names of criminals with a red pen, and among the people, it is also spread that judges also use red pens to draw life and death books, and the people whose names are filled in with red pens are undoubtedly sentenced to death. Even now, except for teachers revising papers and accounting corrections, it is rare to use a red pen to record matters, especially a person's name, and it is taboo to use a red pen.

This kind of attention is not unreasonable, and it is precisely because of this that the Taoist writing of the talisman seal, whether it is the blood of the cockscomb or cinnabar, is written in red, in addition to the two things themselves are very yang, the red handwriting also has some meaning in place of the underworld to criticize the sneaky.

This pen is different, first in Beijing, and now in Nanjing. And what makes Leng Qi cold the most is that this pen is evil, when his master desperately protected Uncle Du, and when he looked for this pen again, this pen disappeared.

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The two policemen naturally didn't understand why Leng Qi was in such a hurry, and they didn't even understand where the "people who will die" in Leng Qi's mouth came from. In their opinion, the brush that suddenly appeared in the morgue was far less important than the lost head on the corpse.

After carrying Leng Qi into the police car, the two of them felt a sense of humiliation, but they were also servants of the people, civil servants who ate national food, and they were told to do whatever Leng Qiyi yelled at, and it was a shame to say it.

Fang Xia followed behind and got into the car, and the two people driving didn't ask.

Anyway, it's also the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and it's very good-looking.

got out of the car, Leng Qier rushed in without saying a word, and the person on duty at the door thought that he had come to report the case in a hurry.

Entering the door, Leng Qi casually pulled a person over and asked, "Where is the archive room?" ”

The man looked at Leng Qi like a nervous path, but he still maintained his politeness: "Who are you?" Do you have documents? ”

Where did Leng Qi go to find him a certificate, calmed down and explained: "Comrade, don't care if I have a certificate or not, where are you in charge?" ”

A director of the Public Security Bureau, in Leng Qi's heart, actually doesn't have much of a concept, people who grew up in the capital, what kind of officials have never seen.

But this little police officer doesn't think so, for a newcomer like him, the director is a heavenly existence, and naturally he can't just come in and see him.

When Fang Xia and the two police officers who came over with him arrived, Leng Qi and the little policeman had already made a fuss, and the movement was not small, which attracted the attention of many people.

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Zhao Zhongwei has been in officialdom for nearly 20 years, and at the age of 40, he finally got mixed with a bureau chief who says big and small, usually has no hobbies, and is not greedy for sex or money.

Only love power and calligraphy, seeing that his career is hopeless, Zhao Zhongwei has long lost the mind to climb up, and the only thing left is calligraphy. He once won a third prize in a calligraphy exhibition held by the Ministry of Culture, which made him proud for a long time.

Although he became the director of the Public Security Bureau, Zhao Zhongwei's most annoying thing was to receive the case, not to mention it, it was good to break it, and the spitting stars who couldn't be scolded from above could drown him.

Recently, a developer from Guangdong died, and the leaders attached great importance to this case.

Zhao Zhongwei was very annoyed, he really wanted to arrest the person named Fang Xia directly, who would he arrest if he didn't arrest the name on his house? But this Fang Xia's family has some status before Wen Ge, this is not a matter, the most important thing is that a group of idiots can't even find a little bit of evidence that can touch the edge, they can't catch Fang Xia, and the real murderer can't be found, and the corners of his mouth have a few bubbles in the past few days.

Zhao Zhongwei is in a good mood today, he hasn't been in such a good mood for a long time, he doesn't care where the head of the corpse in the morgue goes, what he cares about is the pen that appeared in the corpse's hand, the pen doesn't know what it's made of, it's the same as white marble. The light shone silver.

What surprised him the most was that this pen was the same as the fountain pen, which did not use ink at all, and kept ink when writing large characters, and the calligraphy seemed to be plain and added a lot of skills.

Hearing the shouting outside, Zhao Zhongwei inscribed his name under the newly written calligraphy, carefully put it into the drawer like a treasure, and after locking it, there was extreme impatience on his face, and the anger surged up, pointing outside and scolding: "What's the matter?" What are you yelling about? This is the Public Security Bureau, not the vegetable market......"