Outside the Yamen of the Zhenfu Division, there was a crowd of people.

The high platform had already been erected, and the white tiger guard stood on the edge facing the onlookers, and his momentum was overwhelming.

On the high platform, there is a large hall case, as a symbol of the power and prestige of the government yamen.

There are official seals, documents, case files, signature slips, pen holders, Zhu Yan, shocking wood, etc.

On one side of the platform stood a brass drum, and on the other side were several long tables, covered with white cloths.

Shangguan Shu'e sat in the lobby of the case, with Dr. Jia standing on the left and the civil official in charge of the transcript on the right.

"The time has come, ascend to the church!"

The copper drum on the high platform sounded, and everyone in the audience was quiet at the moment, even if there was a surge of anger.

"Mighty—"

The deep voices of the white tiger guards on both sides kicked off the trial.

Syllable!

Shangguan Shu'e has become a real white tiger familiar to the public, and she is no longer a kind aunt.

Sitting in a precarious position, majestic.

"Today is the day of the trial of the Castle Peak tragedy, and the murderer will be brought to justice and the dead will rest in peace."

whispered off the field, Bai Huwei said one thing, and Bai Huwei's command made the words more weighty.

"Lord White Tiger is mighty, bring the murderer to justice, and parade through the streets!"

"Parade through the streets!"

The crowd shouted, venting their pent-up anger.

Immediately afterwards, Dr. Jia informed everyone of all the clues at the murder scene, without concealing a single trace.

"There were eight people who died, including six Confucian students from Aoyama, and two who went to investigate and were killed by the bombing."

"Except for the husband who died unexpectedly, the six Confucian dead were all dismembered and reassembled and nailed to the wall with iron cones. And the tool for dismembering the corpse is this chai knife. ”

The white cloth on one side of the long table was torn open, and the eight mutilated canteens were exposed to the air.

Standing behind the high platform, Eliza, who was awaiting trial, could not bear to see the corpses of her brothers again, and snuggled into Ibber's arms and wept.

Everyone in the audience had different expressions, some were unbearable, some were angry, and some were sad......

"This is the firewood knife used by the murderer to dissect the body and the iron cone used to fix it."

Dr. Jia held up the evidence again for everyone to see.

A small firewood knife, but it carries several lives.

"At the scene of the murder, the murderer had sprinkled a large amount of fire phosphorus, which was ignited when the husband entered with a lantern, resulting in an explosion. This left the corpse mutilated and the flesh nearly incinerated. ”

"According to the remaining service and tokens, as well as the identification of the deceased's classmate Eliza, the identity of the deceased was determined, and it was Zhu Qianzhi, Zhang San, 、......"

"After the explosion, the patrol team rushed to the scene as soon as possible, extinguished the remaining fires, and arrested Zhu Botao, whose hands were bloody."

When all this was said and done, Dr. Jia did not step back to the side.

The denunciation seems to overturn the dome, "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, so that the murderer can taste the pain of dismemberment and the pain of burning." ”

Shangguan Shu'e's face was majestic and cold, and the people's reaction was more intense than expected.

With a startled shot, she said sharply:

"Crush the prisoner to the stage!"

Zhu Botao was carried to the high platform, and his father followed.

But the congratulations were silent, and he stood aside with his eyes closed.

He did go to the Holy One, and his son would inevitably end up being a scapegoat.

However, after the public anger is resolved, the case will be reversed and re-investigated.

Even if he is reluctant in every way, his own son is the most suspicious, and it is difficult to disobey the holy will.

"Who's in the audience!" Shangguan Shu'e asked with an official tone.

"In the Lower White Deer Holy Courtyard Confucianism, I wish Botao."

"Do you have any objections to the accusation that you killed Qingshan Confucius, including Zhu Qianzhi and six others, and deliberately lured two husbands to ignite the fire and destroy the corpses, resulting in a bloody case of a total of eight people."

"Yes!"

Before the public trial, congratulations had already approached him.

He pleaded not guilty, and pleaded guilty when he was sentenced.

After the case is overturned, only then can it be used as a pretext to make a move.

He burst into tears and choked up: "Wronged, I was framed!" ”

Before Shangguan Shu'e could answer, the audience became noisy.

Syllable!

"Silence!"

"Tell me where you were wronged!"

Everything is like a script, and it goes on step by step.

It's just that this time it was Zhu Botao himself who said it.

"I have no grievances with Qingshan Confucian, why should I kill them."

"Full of nonsense, that day in the Mirror Lake Poetry Club, you and Zhu Qianzhi had a verbal dispute." Someone in the audience said indignantly.

Zhu Botao argued on the basis of reason: "The gentleman doesn't move his mouth and doesn't do anything, argue a few words, how can I be murderous!" ”

Someone in the crowd fought back: "What kind of gentleman are you......"

"I don't have the strength to kill a few of them. Where did I know the whereabouts of Aoyama Confucianism! ”

"You wish the family to be a powerful person in the capital, it is not difficult to do these things at all!"

Zhu Botao shouted hoarsely: "I used my family to kill people, so why should I stay at the scene of the murder."

It's just speculation, random speculation, and dirty people's innocence. ”

The audience was full of people who identified him as the murderer, and their eyes were full of disgust.

They don't pay any attention to the irrationality in the case, and only fanciously speculate about the connections.

What about a large group of his friends? Why don't you speak for me.

"So what are you doing in the middle of the hour! Why did you throw away the firewood knife? ”

Shangguan Shu'e ended the meaningless debate, her eyes wandering over the crowd.

I saw Li Mengsheng pulling a pretty woman around in the crowd.

"Smile, do you smell it?"

Xiaoxiao panted and shook her head, Childe had been pulling her around for half an hour.

Isn't it him? Li Mengsheng thought to himself, Zhu Qianzhi's suspicion was undoubtedly the biggest in his heart.

Zhu Botao closed his eyes in pain, hearing this, it was time to torture, and he couldn't admit his guilt.

But do you really have to confess your sins in humiliation?

Seeing that Zhu Botao was silent, Shangguan Shu'e waved her hand, "If you don't see the coffin, don't cry, torture!" ”

In addition to the enthusiastic readers and people off the field.

Those who knew the truth on the high platform couldn't bear to see the scene in front of them.

Two big sticks took turns to serve Zhu Botao's ass.

The crackling sound kept alternating, but it was conceivable that Zhu Botao's confession did not sound.

His ass was peeled open, and blood stained his prison clothes red.

Plead guilty?

Neither do you die!

Zhu Botao thinks so.

There are so many people in the audience who want to see me confess my sins, how can I let you get your wish.

Even if he was acquitted afterwards, he once gave in, and his name was gone.

A drop of ink can dye a bucket of water black, and no matter how much water is added afterwards, the black color will still exist.

No matter how pale the black becomes, it still makes the bucket of water no longer pure.

Dead reading? Rotten? Don't know how to work?

No!

This is called the style of the literati, and the soldier can be killed but not humiliated.

Cold sweat broke out on the face of the tortured White Tiger Guard's mask.

If you continue to fight, you will die.

Or unjustly killed.

"Zhu Botao, you still don't admit your guilt!" Shangguan Shu'e shouted, but in fact reminded him that he could confess.

"It's not me! It's not just no! When he shouted, he was like a deflated ball, angry.

The congratulatory eyes widened and wanted to stop, but wouldn't this be a disappointment to his son.

obstructing the execution of the sentence in his own identity will be infamous afterwards.

But if he didn't scream again, he would be beaten to death, he glared at the head of the case.

Shangguan Shu'e didn't expect Zhu Botao to be so tough, she knew that Congratulations would definitely pass him before ascending to the hall.

Stop, I wish Botao not to admit his guilt, so what about after that? Today is the third day.

If he didn't stop, Zhu Botao was unjustly beaten to death.

And his dad was already going to do it, which would only make things worse.

At this moment, time seems to have slowed down a thousand times,

Congratulations will be taken to stop the continuation of the torture, and the mess afterwards will be talked about later.

With tears in her eyes, Eliza pleaded at her father's cuffs, the meaning of which was silent.

Shangguan Shu'e closed her eyes, and the will of the saint was her guideline.

There must be a murderer today!

"Stop—it's not him!"

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PS: There is another chapter in the afternoon, this chapter is "Bao Min" plus more, thank you for your support.