Dayong Nu sentenced to death

It is difficult to see the portrait in the dim light and shadow.

But Mei Han didn't immediately identify it, but said coldly: "Are you kidding me?"

"You look like I'm joking?"

Su Rao asked back.

The prefect Cao suddenly saw her take out the scroll, leaned over to look at it through the firelight leaking in from outside, his eyes almost fell out of shock.

It's not that he recognized the people, but that the portraits on these three scrolls are so lifelike that it's shocking.

He stared at the portrait intently, not noticing the tension between Su Rao and Mei Han for a moment.

Mei Han stared at her tightly, and an angry voice came out from the back of her throat, "I don't know what you mean when you say that, my daughter disappeared nine years ago, and there is no portrait left. What does the piece of paper want me to recognize?"

"Master Mei."

Su Rao's hands were sore, and Cao Taishou, who was enjoying the painting with great interest, noticed this keenly, and carefully took the painting in his hand, sighing from time to time.

Seeing this scene, Su Rao followed him, then embraced her arms, looked down at Mei Han condescendingly, and said without emotion: "No matter what thoughts I have, you'd better do it at this time, the government office is indeed like me. I promised you that He Gongze was taken down like that, but how long he can stay here depends on whether your daughter's case can be investigated clearly."

"What else is there to investigate? If he killed someone, he will naturally be punished by the law, unless you intend to cover it up!"

The three words 'He Gongze' successfully touched Mei Han's sensitive nerves, he raised his head to meet her gaze, and there seemed to be fire in his eyes.

These words successfully made Su Rao laugh angrily, "Mei Han, you don't really think that with your few words and accusations, you can guillotine the supervisors of the imperial court and one state!"

"The government pays attention to evidence in handling cases. You accused He Gongze of raping and killing your daughter. Let me ask you, where is the evidence?"

"Personal evidence aside, where is the deceased?"

Her tone was as cold as ice, without warmth, like a cold winter wind blowing into Mei Han's ears, extinguishing some of his raging anger.

Mei Han regained some reason, but her voice was still stiff: "The person He Gongze killed, where Meier's bones are buried, he must know."

"If he knows, he will definitely say it?"

"Severe torture, if you don't believe him, you won't recruit."

Mei Han's words were cold and harsh, filled with a sense of hatred.

"Master Meimen, I didn't intend to hit you. Who do you think you are, who will impose severe punishments on court officials and extract confessions at every turn with just a few words."

Su Rao couldn't help sighing, what misunderstanding did he have about Dayong's prison, "It's fine if you can't find the bones, at least you have a personal certificate, let me ask you, who can prove this?"

"Hibiscus!"

Mei Han looked at her excitedly, and said, "Go and find, there is a girl named Fu Rong in that house, she is the one who told me about Mei'er being killed by He Gongze."

"She also asked me to save her, but someone came at that time, so I had to go first..."

His voice gradually dropped.

As if thinking of the scene at that time, his face was a little sad and in a trance...

Su Rao had heard the name Fu Rong in the last conversation, and wanted to ask someone to check it afterwards, but she forgot it when she got busy.

Just as she was about to turn around and ask Governor Cao to send someone to investigate, Cao De'an said, "It's useless, I can't find it."

"Have you looked for it?"

Su Rao asked.

Mei Han also looked at him eagerly upon hearing this.

Cao De'an carefully placed the portrait on the table, turned around to meet the eyes of the two, and said helplessly: "I sent someone to look for it before, but it's a pity that the people serving in the house are dumb who can't read, and those children Not to mention, there is no one to be seen, and the guards around Shizi said that they would not say anything."

"Now Ken said it."

Su Rao regretted leaving too fast, and before Zhu Yan came back after inquiring about the news, she said to Cao De'an: "Please send someone to deliver a message, so that Bamboo Banquet is over."

"it is good."

Cao De'an hurried to find someone.

There were only two of them left around, Su Rao turned around, her gaze penetrated the dark cell, and fell on Mei Han, after a while, her cold voice sounded in the cell: "Furong can find the best, if you can't find it... "

"In short, you can't put all your hopes on one place."

"What do you want?"

Mei Han saw that her attitude seemed to be really trying to find clues, and her attitude improved a little.

"The suspect in this case is in jail, and the victim is still missing. She must be found!"

"How to find it?"

Mei Han said discouragedly: "Who knows where He Gongze will bury his body? Even if he knows, it's just a bone, how can it prove that she is Mei'er?"

In the past eight or nine years, the corpse was buried in the loess, and the shadow of the past has long been lost.

"So let you recognize someone!"

Turning the topic back to the beginning, Su Rao went out and got a candlestick, and handed it to him along with three scrolls, "See clearly, which one is it?"

The fire light jumped, shining on those clear eyes, clean and clear.

Mei Han knew that what she said was reasonable, even though she still felt that the proposal was too ridiculous, she endured it and took everything.

Holding the candlestick, he picked up one at random, and when he saw the portrait painted on it, he couldn't help being stunned, "This is, you drew it?"

"Ah."

Su Rao responded lightly, without saying much.

Mei Han looked at it for a while, then suddenly remembered something, "What did you draw after? These are the children who are still alive in the prostitution hall?"

After hesitating for a while, Su Rao shook her head, "No."

"What is that? You just found some people to copy it? Then what's the point of letting me identify it?"

Mei Han stared at the piece of paper and the unfamiliar faces on the paper, unable to hold back the dryness in her heart.

Su Rao could see that, if she didn't speak clearly, the sect master would never be able to calm down and do things.

"These children are the same age as Mei Mei, and died nine years ago. They were buried underground in the prostitution hall, and their bones were just dug out a few days ago."

What she said was calm and breezy, and she had no idea what kind of shock it caused to others.

Mei Han's fingers pinching the portrait suddenly exerted force, his bones creaked, his cloudy and red eyes widened, and his breathing almost stopped.

After two breaths, he let out a long breath.

The tense body relaxed, a mocking sneer appeared on the face, which seemed to hide some inexplicable pity and hatred: "Crazy, you must be crazy, do you know what you are talking about..."

Mei Han shook her head, shaking the thin piece of paper, her throat seemed to be stuck with saliva, she opened her mouth several times, but did not make a sound.

"you……"

"Nine years of death, people who have been dead for nine years, do you mean that I drew them according to the pile of bones? Haha, hahaha..."

The hoarse laughter in the dark and damp prison is like a rusty hatchet scraping wood, crackling and crackling one's ears.

However, in the face of such ridicule, Su Rao didn't change her face, raised her eyebrows and said: "Don't talk nonsense, admit it!"

"Okay, okay, I admit it, I'll admit it to you right now!"

Mei Han shook the portrait in her hand, "This is not it!"

He threw it away, picked up another one, glanced at it briefly, and said with a somewhat hideous face: "That's not it either!"

The last one left.

Mei Han stretched out his hand again, the flames imprinted on his face, and there was a kind of crazy hatred and anger spreading...