Dayong Nu sentenced to death
Chapter 647 The End of a Game
It was also born to a mother who loved a child like her life and was willing to give her all, but said to the other, 'It's fine if you die'.
That day, it seemed as if a thread in my mind suddenly snapped.
"She wants me to die, so I have to kill her first and send her to reunite with her beloved son."
Hu Jian's eyes were heavy, and he was holding the coffin board with an excited expression. While grinning, he put his feet against the bottom of the coffin, bowed his waist and bent his back, and his whole figure seemed to be full of bowstrings.
He lowered his head and laughed sullenly: "Everyone in the mansion thought she fell to her death from the upstairs by mistake, no one went to the bottom of it, even Hu Xiangming just glanced at it on the day of the burial, and then seemed to have completely forgotten about this person."
"I don't even know that her grave was dug up by me."
Su Rao was not surprised to hear this sentence, she knew after seeing Mrs. Hu's memorial tablet that the two had such a deep bond, and they were his first "punisher" with the most commemorative significance.
He couldn't show off this great achievement.
But at least, it will be placed within easy reach, always able to 'play with the aftertaste'.
"You buried her body beside yourself?"
Su Rao asked.
Hu Jian kept that posture and looked at her sideways, with playful and crazy eyes: "To be honest, if I hadn't contradicted your position, if I met a few years earlier, I would definitely attract you as a friend."
Two madmen get together and are the best friends.
But he was content to be able to meet his opponent at the last moment and meet such a person, even if he would die in her hands in the end.
"The bones are buried under the peach tree in my yard."
"Hu Xiangming knows about everything you do?"
Hu Xiangming is the perpetrator of violence, and this Mrs. Hu is a bystander.
Although Su Rao used a questioning tone, she already had an answer in her heart.
Hu Jian smiled coldly, "Every time she was beaten, she stood outside the window..."
The window pasted with bright paper painted a figure, quietly like a puppet, when he was whipped and his skin was ripped apart, he had also curled up on the cold floor tiles, expecting her to break in through the door.
Even if you can't stop it, it's good to say something.
Later, I saw it more often, and sometimes I could even see an eye peeping through the gap of the open window. Most of the time it was numb, and occasionally there would be a flash of pleasure and hatred.
At that time, he knew that she, like Hu Xiangming, hated him to the bone.
When they were young, they didn't know where their hatred came from.
As I got older, I realized that this is like a swordsman getting two swords at the same time, one is extremely sharp and unstoppable, and the other is ordinary and can be obtained everywhere.
The former can help him achieve great achievements and become famous all over the world.
The latter is occasionally used for comparison, which can also be icing on the cake.
But when the sword is broken, the hero's dream is shattered.
After having tasted the taste and glory brought by a good sword, and holding an ordinary iron sword, and receiving the pity and irony of the world, the strong self-esteem will turn into anger, resentment, and hysteria of not being able to ask for it...
The brocade is burnt out, only the remaining flowers remain.
Then this flower will become a scar of the past, a witness of shame. It would be better to burn it along with the brocade than to leave regrets in vain.
It's like someone is saying, "Look, he lost his good sword and wants to regain his glory with such a junk? How ridiculous."
For his cold-blooded parents, elder brother is the good sword.
Can make them brighter.
And he is that dispensable iron sword, the flower on the icing on the cake, whether they want it or not depends entirely on their happiness...
"Killing Mrs. Hu is the beginning of everything, and killing Hu Xiangming is the end of everything."
Su Rao's tone was light, and she said calmly: "If it wasn't for the peach blossom banquet throwing corpses and archway hanging corpses to expose whereabouts, you would still be the Shaoyin of Jingzhao Mansion. You did these things just for excitement?"
"Half."
Hu Jian took a deep breath, stood firm, leaned against the coffin, and sighed: "I have so many stories but no one can share them. I am actually very lonely."
"When I was young, I liked making friends, chatting with people, riding horses, hunting eagles, buying laughs, singing and drinking. Looking back now, it was many years ago. "
"It's been so long that the memory has become blurred."
"I only remember the warm blood on the hands of the murderers, the terrified and ugly scenes of them, the excitement of wearing Shaoyin's skin and hiding in the dark to watch the prey gradually faded with time, leaving only the unspeakable boring... ..."
"I'm tired of playing."
Hu Jian didn't really calm down until now, opened his arms and took a deep breath, and smiled as if relieved: "I've done everything I want to do, and the court can do whatever it wants..."
"Only a little."
He looked at Su Rao with a solemn expression: "Jingzhao Mansion must disclose the truth of those nineteen stories to the public..."
"As it should be."
"This case was committed by me alone. I have nothing to say about murder. However, my wife, concubine and children have nothing to do with it and should not be implicated."
"The imperial court will deal with it according to the law. I can't guarantee the rest."
The implication was to tell him that innocent people would not be involved in this case, but outside the law, people's hearts were against each other, and that was beyond the control of the court.
The families of those victims are still blocking the gate of Jingzhao Mansion.
Marquis Wen Bo hated him to the bone, and was willing to let the Hu family and his wife and daughter go. On the surface, he dared not act because of the law, and no one could control what he did behind the scenes.
Hearing this, Hu Jian was silent for a long time, and his voice was light like a feather: "Enough."
"It is not an exaggeration to be sentenced to Ling Chi for your crime."
Su Rao's face was calm.
"I know."
"You have no intention of surviving, but you are still standing here, waiting for the Jingzhao Mansion to take you into custody, trial, and execution... because you are afraid that if you die, those people will have nowhere to vent their grievances and will target other members of the Hu family? "
After the words fell, Hu Jian looked at her unexpectedly, neither acknowledging nor refuting.
Instead, he looked down at the figure curled up in the coffin, and after looking at it for a long time, he raised his head in a restrained and calm manner, "Let's go, Mr. Gai should have searched almost the same place."
He, the chief culprit, the madman who killed thousands of knives, should meet his end.
Su Rao withdrew her gaze from him, and walked out of the ancestral hall first, Hu Jian followed behind her not too far away, without fear, without fear, just as he himself said.
He is tired.
For a relief.
"Master Su, you ask me so many questions, can I ask you one too."
Hu Jian's voice came, not rushing, as if chatting with an old friend, Su Rao walked without turning her head, and said casually: "You ask, whether you answer or not depends on my mood."
The person behind seemed to laugh, "You've heard me tell so many stories, don't you have any idea at all?"
"What should I think?"
"Anger, pity, sympathy or hatred, look at Mr. Gai, he looks at me wishing he could tear me apart to vent public anger... Don't you want to?"
"No, it's the executioner's job to kill you, I'm only in charge of investigating the case."
Hu Jian couldn't help laughing at her serious reply, "I'm really curious, whether a person like you who is sober and has a strong heart will become as crazy as me one day."
That day, it seemed as if a thread in my mind suddenly snapped.
"She wants me to die, so I have to kill her first and send her to reunite with her beloved son."
Hu Jian's eyes were heavy, and he was holding the coffin board with an excited expression. While grinning, he put his feet against the bottom of the coffin, bowed his waist and bent his back, and his whole figure seemed to be full of bowstrings.
He lowered his head and laughed sullenly: "Everyone in the mansion thought she fell to her death from the upstairs by mistake, no one went to the bottom of it, even Hu Xiangming just glanced at it on the day of the burial, and then seemed to have completely forgotten about this person."
"I don't even know that her grave was dug up by me."
Su Rao was not surprised to hear this sentence, she knew after seeing Mrs. Hu's memorial tablet that the two had such a deep bond, and they were his first "punisher" with the most commemorative significance.
He couldn't show off this great achievement.
But at least, it will be placed within easy reach, always able to 'play with the aftertaste'.
"You buried her body beside yourself?"
Su Rao asked.
Hu Jian kept that posture and looked at her sideways, with playful and crazy eyes: "To be honest, if I hadn't contradicted your position, if I met a few years earlier, I would definitely attract you as a friend."
Two madmen get together and are the best friends.
But he was content to be able to meet his opponent at the last moment and meet such a person, even if he would die in her hands in the end.
"The bones are buried under the peach tree in my yard."
"Hu Xiangming knows about everything you do?"
Hu Xiangming is the perpetrator of violence, and this Mrs. Hu is a bystander.
Although Su Rao used a questioning tone, she already had an answer in her heart.
Hu Jian smiled coldly, "Every time she was beaten, she stood outside the window..."
The window pasted with bright paper painted a figure, quietly like a puppet, when he was whipped and his skin was ripped apart, he had also curled up on the cold floor tiles, expecting her to break in through the door.
Even if you can't stop it, it's good to say something.
Later, I saw it more often, and sometimes I could even see an eye peeping through the gap of the open window. Most of the time it was numb, and occasionally there would be a flash of pleasure and hatred.
At that time, he knew that she, like Hu Xiangming, hated him to the bone.
When they were young, they didn't know where their hatred came from.
As I got older, I realized that this is like a swordsman getting two swords at the same time, one is extremely sharp and unstoppable, and the other is ordinary and can be obtained everywhere.
The former can help him achieve great achievements and become famous all over the world.
The latter is occasionally used for comparison, which can also be icing on the cake.
But when the sword is broken, the hero's dream is shattered.
After having tasted the taste and glory brought by a good sword, and holding an ordinary iron sword, and receiving the pity and irony of the world, the strong self-esteem will turn into anger, resentment, and hysteria of not being able to ask for it...
The brocade is burnt out, only the remaining flowers remain.
Then this flower will become a scar of the past, a witness of shame. It would be better to burn it along with the brocade than to leave regrets in vain.
It's like someone is saying, "Look, he lost his good sword and wants to regain his glory with such a junk? How ridiculous."
For his cold-blooded parents, elder brother is the good sword.
Can make them brighter.
And he is that dispensable iron sword, the flower on the icing on the cake, whether they want it or not depends entirely on their happiness...
"Killing Mrs. Hu is the beginning of everything, and killing Hu Xiangming is the end of everything."
Su Rao's tone was light, and she said calmly: "If it wasn't for the peach blossom banquet throwing corpses and archway hanging corpses to expose whereabouts, you would still be the Shaoyin of Jingzhao Mansion. You did these things just for excitement?"
"Half."
Hu Jian took a deep breath, stood firm, leaned against the coffin, and sighed: "I have so many stories but no one can share them. I am actually very lonely."
"When I was young, I liked making friends, chatting with people, riding horses, hunting eagles, buying laughs, singing and drinking. Looking back now, it was many years ago. "
"It's been so long that the memory has become blurred."
"I only remember the warm blood on the hands of the murderers, the terrified and ugly scenes of them, the excitement of wearing Shaoyin's skin and hiding in the dark to watch the prey gradually faded with time, leaving only the unspeakable boring... ..."
"I'm tired of playing."
Hu Jian didn't really calm down until now, opened his arms and took a deep breath, and smiled as if relieved: "I've done everything I want to do, and the court can do whatever it wants..."
"Only a little."
He looked at Su Rao with a solemn expression: "Jingzhao Mansion must disclose the truth of those nineteen stories to the public..."
"As it should be."
"This case was committed by me alone. I have nothing to say about murder. However, my wife, concubine and children have nothing to do with it and should not be implicated."
"The imperial court will deal with it according to the law. I can't guarantee the rest."
The implication was to tell him that innocent people would not be involved in this case, but outside the law, people's hearts were against each other, and that was beyond the control of the court.
The families of those victims are still blocking the gate of Jingzhao Mansion.
Marquis Wen Bo hated him to the bone, and was willing to let the Hu family and his wife and daughter go. On the surface, he dared not act because of the law, and no one could control what he did behind the scenes.
Hearing this, Hu Jian was silent for a long time, and his voice was light like a feather: "Enough."
"It is not an exaggeration to be sentenced to Ling Chi for your crime."
Su Rao's face was calm.
"I know."
"You have no intention of surviving, but you are still standing here, waiting for the Jingzhao Mansion to take you into custody, trial, and execution... because you are afraid that if you die, those people will have nowhere to vent their grievances and will target other members of the Hu family? "
After the words fell, Hu Jian looked at her unexpectedly, neither acknowledging nor refuting.
Instead, he looked down at the figure curled up in the coffin, and after looking at it for a long time, he raised his head in a restrained and calm manner, "Let's go, Mr. Gai should have searched almost the same place."
He, the chief culprit, the madman who killed thousands of knives, should meet his end.
Su Rao withdrew her gaze from him, and walked out of the ancestral hall first, Hu Jian followed behind her not too far away, without fear, without fear, just as he himself said.
He is tired.
For a relief.
"Master Su, you ask me so many questions, can I ask you one too."
Hu Jian's voice came, not rushing, as if chatting with an old friend, Su Rao walked without turning her head, and said casually: "You ask, whether you answer or not depends on my mood."
The person behind seemed to laugh, "You've heard me tell so many stories, don't you have any idea at all?"
"What should I think?"
"Anger, pity, sympathy or hatred, look at Mr. Gai, he looks at me wishing he could tear me apart to vent public anger... Don't you want to?"
"No, it's the executioner's job to kill you, I'm only in charge of investigating the case."
Hu Jian couldn't help laughing at her serious reply, "I'm really curious, whether a person like you who is sober and has a strong heart will become as crazy as me one day."
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