Dayong Nu sentenced to death

After Fu Rong left, Su Rao stood alone in the courtyard for a long time.

The wet and cold wind in late autumn blew over the wall tiles and treetops, blowing her hair flying all over the sky. Zhu Yan watched her not far away, and didn't dare to come forward to disturb her.

After taking over the case of the prostitution hall, the girl often lost her mind by herself, unable to tell whether she was thinking about the case or thinking about other things through these scenes.

"Bamboo Banquet!"

Hearing her summons, Zhu Yan hurriedly restrained his emotions, and answered with cupped hands: "What do you want, Miss?"

"You ask someone to check the accounts of the He family in detail, especially after the separation of the two brothers, and report to me after checking it out."

"As ordered."

Zhu Yan turned her head to order the errands, and when she came back, Su Rao had already left the courtyard, standing outside the door through the boundless night, looking at the brightly lit courtyard opposite.

"Girl, can He Gongze's case... really be settled?"

It's not that he grows others' ambitions and destroys his own prestige. At this time, Yunzhou has gathered eyeliners from all sides. The young master is in control, and life and death seem to be infinitely beautiful, but in fact he is walking on the tip of the knife.

As the first case to purge the officialdom, He Gongze must handle it neatly and neatly, and he cannot delegate it to others.

However, the supervisor of Yunzhou was cautious in doing the facts.

Using the separation of the family to separate him from He Ciwen, even if there is a confession from the owner of the house, at most He Ciwen's crimes can be discussed, and he cannot be implicated in the prostitution hall.

Zhu Yan was very worried that such a big battle would end in a sloppy manner, which would definitely embarrass the young master.

Su Rao could hear the uneasiness in his words, without moving her eyes, she smiled lightly and said, "Why, don't you have confidence in me again at this time?"

"No, the subordinate is just..."

Zhu Yan wanted to refute, but was robbed by Su Rao and said: "You are just a little uneasy because of the twists and turns, I know."

"Don't worry, He Gongze can't escape."

"Does the girl have a good idea?"

Zhu Yan asked in surprise.

Su Rao said: "Privately setting up prostitutes is nothing more than profiting from them. No matter how cautious they are on the surface, this money can't be put in their pockets for no reason. He can't stand the investigation."

"Unless He Gongze is really like Song Daiyan, who can hold back the fat that is delivered to his mouth without any oily foam, do you think it is possible?"

"impossible."

Zhu Yan immediately shook his head, "He Gongze can be regarded as covering the sky with one hand in Yunzhou, and there are few people who can make him look down. Who can snatch food from his mouth?"

"So, as long as he doesn't know the source of the money or falsifies the accounts, he can't escape."

Wanting to understand this layer, the haze in Zhu Yan's heart dissipated a little, looked at the time, and said lightly: "Girl, it's three o'clock, why don't you go back to the house and rest."

"No."

Su Rao refused, "Go to the yard over there, there are still many bones that have not been cleaned up properly, the investigation of the case during the day has already delayed the progress, we must hurry up."

Because of Liu Liu's death, Fu Rong and Chu Mo's mouths were opened, causing Mei Mei's case to take a turn for the worse.

The depression accumulated in her heart dissipated, and she only felt that her mind was extremely clear at this moment.

"Then ask the kitchen to prepare some soup and food."

"it is good."

After coming back from the government office, she slept till night, didn't eat lunch or dinner, and immediately started to try Liuliu's case, Su Rao also felt very hungry.

After everything was ready, the candles in the room were like daylight, and she dealt with them simply.

Zhu Yan saw that she was sitting in front of the wooden frame and was about to start writing, and left with a tray in her hand. Just as she walked to the edge of the door, a voice came from behind: "By the way, you send someone to inform Master Cao of what happened tonight, and tell him I won't go to the government office for the next few days, wait until the accounts of the He family are clear."

"Yes."

"By the way, ask him to find a scribe to go to the west garden to take a statement, and ask Chu Mo to ask the dark hall to ask in advance to see if he can ask anything new."

"Does the girl have any other orders?"

Zhu Yan turned around and waited.

Su Rao thought for a while, then wrote, "That's all for now, let's go."

Zhu Yan bowed to her, the figure gradually drifted away in the darkness, she began to describe the portrait, the moonlight leaked from the window, and spread on the blue-black skull resting on the table, there was a silence.

I don't know what method Zhuyan used, but he didn't see the child for the next few days.

Su Rao handed over most of the work of bone identification and sorting to Wu Zuo and the others. Except for bone making and eating, the rest of the time was spent on portraits, and she only slept for two hours a day.

Go to the dark hall to interrogate Chu Mo.

He confessed surprisingly neatly that He Gongze was indeed drinking in his room that night, and he left for a while in the name of Chu Gong to deliver food to Fu Rong, and when he returned, he was no longer in the room.

He searched one by one, and finally found someone in the Accord that picked up the guests.

Witnessed the scene where He Gongze killed Mei Mei drunk.

There is a depression in Meimei's skull, and the surrounding fold lines spread radially to the surrounding area. It was caused by the impact of the candlestick. The right sternum rib was fractured and the leg bone was broken. These injuries are consistent with Chu Mo's confession.

Up to now, Mei Mei's case has all the witnesses and material evidence.

Just waiting for the hearing to start.

It is rainy in the south, especially in Yunzhou. Every year at this time of year, there are always [-] days of rain in January. The smell of decaying corpses in the courtyard is stimulated by the rain, and the smell of earth permeates the entire courtyard.

There were too many corpses dug up, and the vacant houses that had been cleared up could not fit in. Yinxuewei built some sheds and tables in the yard to house them.

Su Rao and her staff are still busy.

Yin Xuewei, who was guarding here, looked at the figures coming in and out, and someone sighed: "Why bother, how many people's corpses can be brought back by the family in the end. "

"Entering this kind of place, regardless of the reason, will eventually become a family disgrace."

The other poked him with an elbow, and warned: "Keep your voice down, don't let the inside hear, these are not matters we can ask."

"I feel sorry for them, and I hope these efforts will not be in vain."

After the words fell, they each kept silent and did not speak again.

The rain curtain and the sound of the wind isolated all the hustle and bustle outside. After finishing the last portrait in the house, Su Rao stood up and rubbed her neck, and said with a long sigh of relief: "Put it away, so far, all the excavated corpses have been placed properly. .”

"Everyone has worked hard."

She looked around and said with a smile.

The coworkers hadn't finished the work in their hands, so they all stood up straight after hearing the words, and bowed to her.

"We are all helpers, and it is you, girl, who really work hard."

Someone looked at the cloth bags and the codes on the corpses all over the floor, and there was a thick stack of human face portraits on the side. In the lower right corner of the portraits, the codes corresponding to the bones were also drawn, and each person could be clearly distinguished. personal.

Even at this point, when all the dust has settled, they are still in a dream. Just a few days ago, these were still a pile of bones.

Intertwined and piled up, it is hard to tell whose hands are mixed with whose feet.

Who is who.

In just a few days, the woman in front of them taught them to sort the bones, led them to clean up the messy pile of bones bit by bit, pieced together a complete body, and marked it with a portrait.

The flesh and blood of the dead are outlined by her pen through the bones, which is amazing and amazing.

In this small courtyard, they accomplished a feat that has surpassed the past and the present for thousands of years. This case is enough to be recorded in the annals of history and will become the common pride and belief of all passers-by.

A monstrous wave will be lifted from here!