As a parent official, Shan Shen has judged many cases.

What he is most willing to judge is those trivial disputes, relatives and neighbors are in a mess, crying and screaming, noisy and noisy, but it does not involve human life.

The little people, no matter how strong they are on weekdays, are honest when they enter the court, and they are shocked and killed, and there are no hard-mouthed ones left.

Shan Shen doesn't like to solve murders.

Who likes the dead? A living life is naturally pitiful to be killed by someone for no reason, but even if it is a heinous bastard, it should not be taken away casually.

But this matter can't be avoided, as an official, I can only do my best to solve the case.

Shan Shen admits that his ability to judge cases is not bad, and the servants in the yamen also have real skills, and they can find out the results with more effort.

What he was most helpless about were the murders that had been "rotten".

It's too difficult to find clues with a pinch of loess.

Just like this case, the corpses that floated down the river, both men and women, were all dead for a long time, not to mention that they looked scary, just to find out their identities, it took a lot of effort for Shuntianfu.

"Those who have been dead for a month, those who have been dead for three months, and even half a year," Shan Shen sighed, "I admire the murderer, and the body is still preserved."

During that time, Grandpa Guo also knew that I took so many people from the yamen and stayed outside the city every day to find out where they drifted down from and what their origin was."

As he spoke, Shan Shen untied the cloth bag, which was full of thick files.

"Look at it, just the confessions of the people in the villages in that area have come out so much," Shan Shen slapped twice, "Only then did I slowly find out that there were foreign merchants and little daughters-in-law in the village."

Xu Jian listened to Shan Shen's words, picked up another file and flipped through it carefully.

There are a total of three murderers found in Shuntianfu, all of whom are idle gangsters, and they have never done anything serious.

At first, he robbed a wealthy businessman from other places, robbed other people's money, and caused a lot of life in the middle of the pull, so frightened that he hid the body.

After two months of timidity and prudence, the yamen did not come to the door, and no one came to look for the merchant's house, which made them emboldened, and they drew a gourd to rob a merchant, and also found a place to bury it.

I didn't know it, but I didn't know that the little daughter-in-law who called one of them found out and was so frightened that she wanted to report to the official, but she was killed.

The murderer also buried the little daughter-in-law in one place, and when the people in the village asked, it was "the stinky girls ran away with the wild men", scolding and scolding, and no one paid special attention to it.

It's just that no one expected that this spring would suddenly turn cooler and rain non-stop.

They buried people poorly, and the bodies were washed into the water and floated all the way to the outskirts of Beijing.

After Xu Jian finished reading the case file, Shan Shen said: "I don't say how hard it took Shuntianfu to figure out the identity, after a few months of investigation, it was almost straightened out, and the Criminal Department opened its mouth to ask me.

If you want it, the evidence is given, the suspect is given, everything is given, they can close the case after sorting it out, and after the sentence is completed, it is handed over to Dali Temple, and it is beaten back!

Dali Temple is full of official tones over and over, and the Criminal Department has come to our Shuntianfu again, so what can I do?

Grandpa Guo, tell me, Lao Shan, I was really unlucky that day."

Xu Jian laughed and said, "All year round, the performance is excellent, and the single adult is not unlucky, right?"

"TOEFL, TOEFL!" Shan Shen thanked him, "Just this year's bad luck, you can still get a good one, it all depends on the help of Grandpa Guo."

This is not a polite remark, but a truth.

Xu Jian said, "Master Shan is sure that this case is fine, right?"

"I didn't punish those three murderers, I only scolded half of them, they couldn't bear it one by one, and they bit each other," Shan Shen said, "The murderer confessed, the confessions are all right, and we have a clear conscience anyway."

Xu Jian bowed.

He has worked with Shan Shen, knows Shan's abilities, and believes that he is not a fool.

"This case ......," Xu Jian pondered.

He and Lin Yunyan actually didn't remember the case.

In the past, at this time, the family affairs had been decided, and the small county lord who was preparing to marry lived in the inner house, and he could listen to many owners and westerners, but he did not have the opportunity to listen to this kind of yamen case.

Xu Jian went to the court normally, if Shuntian Mansion, the Criminal Department and Dali Temple were on the Jinluan Hall for several days in a row, and you came and went, he would definitely have an impression, in fact, Xu Jian didn't remember such a thing.

Similarly, in those long experience occasions, there are almost no fragments of the twelfth year of Yongjia.

It's a completely blank passage for them.

"Solve the case before the seal?" Xu Jian asked, "I think that the case file is already so clear, instead of continuing to investigate, it is better to block the gate of Dali Temple with the people from the Criminal Department, so that they can sign and print."

Shan Shen snorted: "I'm about to hang myself at the gate of Dali Temple!"

"Then dig three feet into the ground?" Xu Jian's finger fell on the case file, and his fingertips pointed to the place where the body was buried, "Dig again? Or ask Commander Wan to borrow some manpower, right? They have experience in guarding the yamen and digging the ground."

Shan Shen couldn't cry or laugh.

"Master Shan, don't think I'm talking nonsense," Xu Jian sipped his tea, "This case depends on whether Dali Temple can give it to you, no one knows what Dali Temple insists on, so you have to pretend to be more or less Shuntianfu." When a monk rings the bell for a day, you ring it deafeningly, and your attitude is at least very good."

Shan Shen smiled very helplessly.

has been watching for many years, how can he not understand this little bit of face?

"This is really ......," Shan Shen sighed, "It's all afternoon, and it will be dark in a while, so let's wait for tomorrow." No, there's not much time, let's dig the ground overnight, this bell is ringing enough, right?"

Xu Jian said, "Say a few more good words to Commander Wan."

Shan Shen took his leave.

Wantang borrowed people reluctantly, and after listening to Shan Shen patting the table and scolding the Criminal Department and Dali Temple, Wan Commander, who was often restrained by other yamen on weekdays, felt a little sympathy, and nodded his head.

When Shan Shen climbed up the mountain with his hands, it was snowing again.

The mountain is full of scattered footprints, there are many people, it is messy, the shovel is on the ground, it is hard, and it is very difficult to dig.

I dug until it was dark, and I could only rely on torches for lighting.

Shan Shen rubbed his frozen hands and explained: "Be careful, you can also light a fire in winter, don't reclaim much land, and burn the mountain first."

That's right, they're here to reclaim the land, and God knows what flowers will grow in the spring of the next year.

After a while, suddenly, a young official guarding the yamen muttered, "What is this?"

The few people who were close to him leaned over and looked at what he was holding.

"Looks like a brand?"

"Waist card? It's a waist card, right?"

"Torches come closer, take a closer look."

Shan Shen heard it and beckoned to the little official: "Come, come, come here."

The little official walked over, and as he walked, he wiped his things vigorously with his sleeves: "It's all mud."

Shan Shen frowned when he saw his action: "Don't wipe it, bring it to me."

The little official answered and handed the things to Shan Shen.

Shan Shen took it, and the torch was nearby, and he looked closely.

It's dirty, it's old, a lot of mud has been wiped off, and there are some corners that can't be wiped clean, but it doesn't prevent you from seeing things clearly.

Then, Shan Shen's face was difficult to look at.

It was indeed a waist card, and it was the waist card of the East Palace.

Choked in his throat in one breath, Shan Shen turned over the waist card and stared at the words behind him with wide eyes.

Geng Baoyuan.

Who is Geng Baoyuan?

Why is his waist card in this place?

Shan Shen hurriedly asked the little official, "Where did you dig it up?"

The little official took him to see it.

The place was dug deep and shallow, and it was a mess.

Shan Shen squatted down and carefully discerned, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

They are really good at digging things when they guard the yamen!

The thing was dug up, and the ground was in a mess, and he couldn't make any other judgment except that he knew that the waist card was dug up from here.

Shan Shen looked up at the little official.

The little official looked like he was in his early twenties, very young, and his tone was nervous and a little excited: "My lord, is this thing useful? The little hands are all torn skin, can you turn around and say a few more good words for the little one in front of the commander?"

Shan Shen: ......

What can be said?

is such a newcomer, and he doesn't understand the specific rules and regulations, and he can't even complain a few words.

He could only take a breath of cool air and asked a few people around him, "Is there anyone named Geng Baoyuan in the East Palace?"

Almost everyone shook their heads.

Only one of the general judges came up and bit his ear with Shan Shen: "His family originally lived in the alley next door to his small house, and he was a guard, and he hadn't seen anyone since the beginning of the year.

I heard that he was a good gambler, and he owed a lot of debts, so he left his father and ran away, and no one knew where he went.

His father also ran away not long after, afraid of being collected for debts.

His waist card is buried here, my lord, didn't he run and was hacked to death by a moneylender?

Tut! The people in the East Palace are all cut, which money lender is so arrogant?"

Shan Shen can't go up or down in one breath.

What is bad luck?

That's what he is.

came to pretend to ring the bell, thinking that even if Dali Temple didn't raise their hands, their attitude towards handling cases in Tianfu would be passable.

How do you know digging and digging to dig up such an unlucky thing!

Looking at the dark and dreary sky, Shan Shen pressed the center of his swollen eyebrows.

Tomorrow morning, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will ask about the progress of the case again, what will he say?

"Your Highness, your former guard's debt has been cut down......

Can this be said?

"Dig! Dig and dig again! The waist card is here, where have the people gone?" Shan Shen explained a few words, did not continue to stay on the mountain, and hurried down the mountain back to the city.

I can't sleep tonight.

He stayed up, and the Criminal Department and Dali Temple all boiled together!

The three bastards who were interrogated overnight, since they all picked the same place to bury their bodies, they can't say that they don't know at all, right?

It was late at night, and the yamen of the criminal department was brightly lit.

Shan Shen strode in, and when the people below called Dali Siqing, Shaoqing, Shangshu of the Criminal Department, and Shilang together, he snapped his waist card and pressed it on the table.

"Look at them all! Let's take a look!"

Ring the bell, this bell is not an old monk who has been reciting the scriptures for 60 years, and it really can't be struck.