More than a dozen guards were separated on both sides.

Someone walked in slowly.

He was also wearing a black robe, very young, and good-looking, a little delicate and good-looking, with slender eyebrows and eyes, and a high nose bridge.

He didn't wear a weapon either, but his delicate eyebrows and eyes were gloomy, which made his whole person a little cold.

Like a knife, standing in everyone's sight.

This is Huo Lian.

The people present can't say that they haven't seen it, in the court, the emperor often entourages him, the high-ranking families on the street raid their homes, and the yamen is arraigned and executed, but I don't know why I feel alienated and strange every time I see it.

Maybe it's the aura he exudes that makes people unconsciously avoid it.

"Lord Liu." Huo Lian was very polite and saluted Liu Yan.

Liu Yan returned the salute and asked, "I heard that Huo Dudu went out to inspect?" ”

As the Metropolitan Inspector, in addition to his subordinate guards going around to investigate and handle cases, Huo Lian will also go out, some say it is Yang Wei, some say it is to collect money, and some say it is to track down the remnants of King Jin.

Of course, you can have all three.

Anyway, every time Huo Lian travels, she will return with a full load, a car full of money, and a car full of criminals.

"Yes, there are too many criminals in this investigation and case, and I want to borrow the prison cell of Dali Temple." Huo Lian said.

Liu Yan said: "The cell in Dali Temple is not big, and there is not much space. ”

Although Huo Lian had broken the head of the imperial historian, not every court official was afraid of him.

Hearing Liu Yan's refusal, Huo Lian didn't get angry, and thought for a while: "This is easy to do, the prisoners in the prison cells of Dali Temple will be vacated if they cut a batch." ”

Let's look at Zhu Chuan.

"You know the case file of Dali Temple."

The hands and eyes of the Metropolitan Inspector are everywhere, and they can naturally get the cases that belong to Dali Temple.

Zhu Chuan responded: "Don't worry. Ignoring Liu Yan, he beckoned, "Follow me." ”

After that, he went straight with a team of guards, and they naturally knew where the cell of Dali Temple was.

The officials of Dali Temple were a little restless, Liu Yan looked calm, and asked, "Does Huo Dudu have a law?" ”

"The criminals who entered the prison cell of Dali Temple are useless and harmful to the country and the DPRK." Huo Lian said, "Don't worry, my lord, the approval of the killing will be put on the adult's desk tomorrow." ”

Say goodbye and raise your hand.

"Farewell."

He turned to leave, and stopped.

"Oh, if I disturb Dali Temple, I can still do you a favor." He turned his head slightly, looked at Liu Yan and said, "That Xiucai who hanged himself in Huixian Tower did not commit suicide, nor did he become a victim to seek revenge." ”

Zhang Yuan, who had been quiet, heard this, came back to his senses and blurted out, "Who is that?" ”

The Metropolitan Prosecutor snooped on his privacy, could he have found the murderer?

"I don't know who the killer is." Huo Lian said, "But I know where the murderer came from. ”

I don't know who it is, I know where it came from? Sounds a bit contradictory.

"Where did it come from?" Liu Yan asked.

Huo Lian said, "Ink disciple. ”

Liu Yan's face froze.

"Ink Disciple?" Zhang Yuan was surprised again and blurted out, "Aren't they already dead in the hands of Huo Dudu?" ”

Huo Lian retracted his gaze and turned his back to them, and his voice came coldly and indifferently.

"Lawless outlaws, where can they be killed."

……

……

"Huo Lian, is what Huo Dudu said true?"

Huo Lian left, the crying from the cell of Dali Temple was also quiet, and Liu Yan no longer stood in the courtyard and returned to the room.

Zhang Yuan was not bound by the officials of Dali Temple, nor did he brush his sleeves away, and followed him indoors, as if the previous dispute had never happened.

"Liu Xiucai's death was done by Mo Tu?"

Zhang Yuan stood in the hall, thoughtful.

Motu is the title of the government.

They themselves claim to be ink scholars, and they are taught by Mozi to inherit ink learning.

Of course, Mozi Moxue is no stranger to the world, and it once rampant in the Spring and Autumn vassal states, but it has died out since the Han Dynasty.

However, there have always been people who claim to be the children of the Mo family, forming gangs and swaggering everywhere, for the government, these so-called children of the Mo family are a group of rabble who commit rebellion, which is equivalent to bandits and bandits, and has always been to be exterminated and arrested.

After the change of dynasties, coupled with the strict suppression and control of the government, the children of the Mo family no longer show off their swagger, change their appearance, hide their identities, and almost disappear from the world.

But I didn't expect that in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the ink disciples appeared in front of the world again.

Zhang Yuan took a deep breath.

"The king of Jin rebelled at the beginning." He asked in a low voice, "Is it to drive the Mo disciples to attack and kill the prince?" ”

The rebellion case of King Jin was an unprecedented case in the Great Zhou Dynasty, which shocked the court and the people.

But when it comes to the death of the crown prince, the details are taboo.

The notice published at the beginning was cursing the King of Jin and General Liang throughout the article, and it was not written about how the prince died and how it happened.

It is only vague that the king of Jin recruited a group of outlaws.

These outcasts are described in more detail in the government.

Ink Disciples.

Of course, these outlaws were all killed like the Liang Temple of King Jin.

"There is still a remnant?" Zhang Yuan said again, with a bit of abruptness, "Could it be that Huo Dudu went out to inspect, and there are these ink disciples who are chasing down the remnants?" ”

"The capital has also been mixed with ink disciples?"

"In other words, the ink disciples have been hiding in the capital!"

"What did the ink disciples kill Liu Xiucai for?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Yuan took a step forward, stood in front of the table, and shouted Lord Liu.

"There must be something special about this case!" He said in a low voice and a blazing gaze.

Liu Yan had been drinking tea slowly, and while looking at the document handed over by Director Wu, he raised his head at this time, but he didn't look at Zhang Yuan, but said to Director Wu: "Send a letter to the Criminal Department, and the people who handle the tenant's wife and Jiaozhou will also check it......"

Zhang Yuan was a little annoyed and raised his voice to interrupt: "Lord Liu! ”

Liu Yan looked at him at this time.

"Why do you want to find out about the tenant's wife?" Zhang Yuan said angrily, "Huo Dudu didn't say it all, it was Mo Tu who did it." ”

Although Huo Lian is annoying, the cases investigated by the Metropolitan Prosecutor - although many of them seem to be exaggerated and framed, but Liu Xiucai, it should be true.

To deal with the ink disciples, Huo Dudu does not need to frame and frame the frame.

Liu Yan said: "It is precisely because it was done by the ink disciples, so you only need to check the tenant wife." ”

He put the teacup down and let out a soft sound.

"Ink disciple, what are you doing?"

"It is a group of people who claim to be on the way of heaven, the road is uneven, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, and doing chivalrous and righteous people."

"They believe that those who kill will die, and those who injure will be punished."

"So Liu Xiucai hurt the lives of the tenants, and the government didn't care, so they did the right thing for heaven and killed Liu Xiucai to resist their lives."

"If you want to know who the murderer is, ask the tenant's wife, to whom she is crying and who she is complaining to, and that's it."

Zhang Yuan frowned, as if he understood and didn't seem to understand.

Without waiting for him to speak, Liu Yan sighed again and called Wu to take charge.

"Also, not only in Huixian Lou to circulate Liu Xiucai's confession, but also to widely distribute the announcement, compare the handwriting, and find similar styles."

Zhang Yuan's eyes widened: "What are you going to do?" ”

Liu Yan stood up and glanced at Zhang Yuan.

"That was not written by Liu Xiucai, creating a scene where the deceased deserved it is also a hobby of ink disciples."