"Who's that?"

"Supposedly, it's your men."

"I haven't heard of it and I don't recognize it."

The key question is, "It's not your sin, who forced you to confess?"

"The day after I was taken to prison, someone came in and forced me to confess with my son's toys." Fu Songhua said, "I refuse to admit it, my son will die. I made the toy with my own hands, and I could recognize it at a glance."

He exhaled and said in frustration: "I used to assassinate Zhang Guangyi It was a capital crime, and a few more crimes are not a big deal, can I give a few more lives? As long as they don't hurt my son."

He Lingchuan comforted in time: "Your son is now in my hands, and he is safe."

Uh, why doesn't that sound a little off?

Fu Songhua was also cheeky.

"Isn't this person Zhongsun Mou?

"No!" Fu Songhua shook his head, "I don't recognize him."

Expected.

"Then this man confessed to me." He continued, "He said that I would go to Lingxu City to stand trial, and that I would have to memorize my confession until it was ripe, and there could be no mistake at all."

"Was there no one else in prison at the time? The cell boss or any other cellmate?"

"No, it's death row, and I'm the only one. I recited the confession and the man left, I didn't hear him talking to anyone, but the sound of the key came from the door, it was like that...... The sound of a large bunch of keys flickering, someone should have opened the door for him; Half a day later, I was taken to the inn by the patrol envoy and imprisoned."

"This man wants you to confess that you are guilty of murdering the messenger?"

"Yes, they made up all sorts of details for me." Fu Songhua smiled bitterly, "To be honest, I almost can't memorize those confessions, it's too cumbersome." 」

He Lingchuan took out the pen and paper prepared in advance from the storage ring: "Write down the confession."

He personally polished Fu Songhua's ink.

Up to now, Fu Songhua has not pushed back, and his pen is flying.

After more than a quarter of an hour, he stopped writing: "It's done."

There are six large sheets of white paper, all of which are filled with small print.

"Write down what happened to you in the past few days."

Fu Songhua wrote another half piece of paper.

Then he bit his fingers again, and each one was marked with a blood print.

He Lingchuan gave a thumbs up: "Your memory is really good." Blow dry the ink stains, put the paper in your arms, "Remember, don't say we did this."

He rented this room beforehand, just for that.

"Also, you know that I'm here to handle the murder of the messenger in Lingxu City. You may not have anything to do with the white-shouldered eagle, but you may have something to do with the real culprit behind the scenes."

Fu Songhua's face changed slightly, and he sighed: "Having said so much, you still don't believe me."

"It's not about trust, and this intersection may not even be clear to you. Otherwise, there are so many people hiding their identities in Bai Sha, why did they choose you?"

"I ............"

"The intelligence we have gathered elsewhere is also directed at the north-western part of Baisha. In other words, the real culprit may be living around you."

Fu Songhua pondered and came: "You mean, the real murderer also lives in the northwest of the city, but all the evidence of the crime is tailor-made for me?"

"They should have recognized you as a fugitive prisoner, but they didn't report it, so that one day when the crime happens, they will bring all the trouble to you and use you as a scapegoat!" Fu Songhua's confession, He Lingchuan also read it, and the evidence given by the people behind the scenes was so strict that even he was shocked when he saw it, and there was no doubt that Fu Songhua was the final destination.

If he hadn't been an eyewitness to this incident, he would have believed just the confession.

In this way, the prisoner and the physical evidence are sent north together, and the chief judge who is far away in the capital may not be able to find out the flaw.

Besides, Fu Songhua already has a criminal record and a female criminal record, so he was easily crucified as the main culprit.

He Lingchuan knew very well that if he wanted a lie to look seamless, he would probably have to cover it up with a hundred lies.

It's a systematic project that is time-consuming, labor-intensive, and potentially life-consuming.

Therefore, the appointment of Fu Songhua as a scapegoat is by no means a whim, but a far-sighted plan.

"Do you know all the powerful and rich people who live in the northwest of the city?"

"Yes." Fu Songhua is a fugitive, and it is necessary to recognize his surroundings, "There are seventeen powerful families, mainly the Zhishi officials of Chiyan, and there are also celebrities from other feudal demon kingdoms and even Lingxu City; There are many rich people, there are forty-seven, and there are many of them. There are ordinary businessmen like me, and there are also some big officials and businessmen."

Where the "top stream" is, local officials and businessmen of all sizes will also gather there, so as to facilitate the exchange of favors and affairs.

Besides, being able to live in a wealthy area is a status symbol.

"There are too many suspects, can you help me sift out some?" He Lingchuan asked him, "Who do you think it will be?"

Fu Songhua thought for a long time and shook his head:

"I didn't have a deep conversation with anyone."

"Okay, then....."

Fu Songhua suddenly remembered a little more detail: "But the person who came to me to confess has a square face, thick eyebrows, and is in his early thirties."

He Lingchuan said unceremoniously: "Half of the people in Baisha look like this."

"That face was unremarkable, but I noticed that he had some pollen on the brim of his hat. There was a mouse jumping in by the window and startling him, and he lifted his hat, and a few of the pollen fell to the ground, and then I went and picked it up."

He Lingchuan waited, knowing that he would not be untargeted.

"That's oleander pollen." Fu Songhua said slowly, "There are a lot of oleanders in the white sand, but they all grow on the east shore of the Blue Lake."

"The Blue Lagoon in the northwest corner of the white sands?"

"Yes."

He Lingchuan nodded: "Write to me the powerful people who live in Hudong, it's best to draw a map as a mark."

Fu Songhua did so.

His painting skills are not comparable to He Lingchuan, and they are also soul painters, the so-called "Blue Lake" is an oblate circle in his brush, with a corner missing from the upper left, and the houses that live around him are also circled, and the surname is marked in the circle.

The important thing is the bearing, the bearing, and don't care about the details.

"Yes, there are more than sixty suspects, and it is likely that there will be twenty-two left at once." He Lingchuan smiled, "You really save me energy."

"Twenty-two is not a small number, how do you check?"

"Say it again."

Fu Songhua threw down the pen and said, "My son ...... him."

He Lingchuan relieved his heart: "After your daughter's accusations are washed away, you will be able to see him."

Fu Songhua said suspiciously, "You contradicted the inspector, isn't it just to help me get rid of my guilt?"

"Of course not." He Lingchuan patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be sentimental."

"That's right. Why did you assassinate Zhang Guangyi in the first place?" At least this big crime is confirmed, and Fu Songhua did not deny it.

"When he was an official in our local area, he killed the whole village, including my parents and uncles. I didn't expect this kind of person to rise all the way, and the sky won't accept him, I'll take it!" Speaking of this, Fu Songhua's expression was complicated, "I originally thought that I could run for a day, but the official family never chased me, but General Hong Chengluo Hong was burdened by me. Then I had a son unexpectedly, alas......

He looked at He Lingchuan and was also a little curious: "How did you find my son?"

"You often go to the town of Sharong under the pretext of lacquer, and you always stay at the same inn, so I will send someone to inquire around the inn to see if there are any widows within a radius of one or two miles who are beautiful and rich, and there are boys under the age of nine in the family. Well, you weren't married when you started on the run."

"Such specific conditions can be screened out quickly."

Fu Songhua Qi said, "How do you know that the child's mother is beautiful and a widow?"

"Not pretty, what can you want? Besides, rich women are generally not ugly."

「......」

"Would you tolerate her taking your cubs, spending your money, and sleeping with other men?" He Lingchuan smiled, "It must be a widow, at least on the surface

Yes."

「..... Why do you have to be rich?"

"What is the situation of a young poor widow in a small town, and what kind of pickled things will happen, you are from a rural area, you don't know it, right?" He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows, "Money is the best and simplest barrier."

Fu Songhua was stunned for a long time before he sighed lowly: "Awesome..... I did hire a few monsters for her to serve as a guardian, but I can only stop the rough guys in the town, but I can't stop you people with hearts."

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The envoy of the Chiyan Kingdom had already gone with the wind, and Lu Dutong also hugged his fist to Zhongsun Mou and said, "Offended, we are also on official business."

Then he left the inn with the Chiyan soldiers and hurried to the county office.

The Baisha County Commander did not dare to stay and left with them.

The courtyard was empty all at once, except for the trampled doors, mud, and branches on the ground, and the other tenants who were poking their heads out.

Zhongsun Mou's face was pale, and the anger in his eyes was almost erupting.

Where did Fu Shanyue find this kind of subordinate, and he messed up all the plans.

He told the guards to guard the door, and he went into the inner room, closed the doors and windows, walked to the basin shelf, and threw a light blue crystal into the washwater.

This substance dissolves when it is put into water, and the whole basin of water is dyed blue.

Zhongsun Mou silently recited a few words and stretched out his hand to stir the water.

When the water calmed down again, the water became colorless again, but the reflection in the basin was not Zhongsun Mou.

That's another face.

This kind of water mirror technique can allow Zhongsun Mou to talk to others within ten miles for a short time, although there are various restrictions, and the duration is only thirty breaths, but it is better to be safe and secret.

Outside, there was a goshawk parked on a high branch in the distance, staring at this place, but Zhongsun Mou didn't even get out of the door.

He said to the person in the mirror: "Halfway through, a special envoy of Fushanyue was killed, saying that Fu Songhua was moved to retract his confession, and then he robbed this person, and now he is sent to the county government for retrial, and the messenger case must be investigated to the end."

Time is precious, and he speaks quickly.

The man in the mirror was shocked: "How can you let it!"

"He mobilized the troops in the vicinity. It's not that easy."

If it is in Lingxu City, Zhongsun Mou can let that little miscellaneous die a hundred times, a hundred times; But in Baisha, there are only a dozen guards around him, and no one is really tough in terms of fists.

As for the identity of the patrol envoy, if the other party fights for it afterwards, then what if he doesn't recognize it?